The DisApparation
Summary- The tired emerald green orbs looked out to the 5,900 or more people who were standing outside the Ministry of Magic waiting with eager eyes for him to present his speech for getting the First Order of Merlin. He searched the crowd for the people who made the last 5 years of the horrid war worth living. Those that were still alive were smiling back at him proudly… they had changed so much since there innocent years of Hogwarts. 'Poor gits' he thought sadly 'they will never know what hit him.' None of them will. Possibly one shot.
A/N- I know that any fans of my other fanfic "And That is Where You'll Find Me" are probably shaking your heads at me… but I am currently going through some writers block and I will continue that one soon. I really don't know if this is going to be a one shot or a novel length, it really depends on what you guys think of it so review. This scenario has been stuck in my head for the past month and I thought well might as well share it. So here it goes…
Disclaimer-Yeah don't own any of them so don't sue me.
It was a beautiful day outside of the Ministry of Magic. Many wizards and witches young and old gathered around to see the event taken place.
"And so I present to you Harry Potter, the First Order of Merlin for your courageous unending efforts as well as succession to help the wizarding world escape the dictatorship of Lord Voldemort." Albus Dumbledore said while putting on the medal around Harry's neck. "Now I see that he has a few words to say so without further ado… I present to you Mr. Potter."
Harry slowly walked up to the podium. His tired emerald green orbs looked out to the 5,900 or more people who were standing outside the Ministry of Magic waiting for him to present his speech for getting the First Order of Merlin. He searched the crowd for the people who made the last 5 years of the horrid war worth living. Those that were still alive were smiling back at him proudly… they had changed so much since there innocent years of Hogwarts. Hermoine Granger now sported lengthy dark black hair that no longer frizzed with a dark red sweater and blue jeans. She wore a small black scarf around her neck that covered up her mouth and had the hood of her gold cloak on her head at all times she wore dark sunglasses as well. Even though it was spring she insisted on always wearing things that covered her up entirely after last summer's situation where she let the death eaters rape her in order to spare a little girl. Luna Lovegood was now Luna Longbottom because she married Neville right before the war ended. They often fought together during the war and were a good pair because so many people underestimated them. They lived happily now in a cottage outside of Hogsmeade and while Luna ran the Quibbler and Neville just opened a nursery. The war did affect them as it did everyone else but they survived because their love was so strong. Ron was now training to be an auror just like Harry. Although he did not change much in appearance, still lanky and red haired, his personality changed a lot. The war made him show his emotions more and hold grudges less because that fact always remained that there was a chance he would not see his friends the next day.Fred sat besides Hermoine silent as always, because he became mute afterGeorge's death and never spoke again. He closed the joke shop and lived off the money he received for fighting during the war. He was always alone. No one saw Lee Jordan after the second summer that the war began, he was simply Missing in Action another number or statistic they saw in the paper, he was forgotten by many. Molly had a hard time after George's death but she tried not to show it because she knew it only made things harder on Harry. Bill and Charlie moved to Romania after George's funeral and never came back after that. Percy was in Azkaban. Last but never the least or at least not in Harry's mind was Ginny. She was the dearest thing to him surprisingly closer to him than Ron or Hermoine. His love for her began during the sixth year because she was serious and more mature than Ron or Hermoine were during that time. He needed something reliable and understanding. Ginny was that for him. When he first asked her out she told him he missed that train along time ago. Then after a close encounter with death, she asked him out saying that as much as she hated to admit it he was the constant in her life too. They had been in love for some time now but he knew he would probably end that with the current decision he made. He finally looked at the crowd as a whole and began:
"Well I am sure that most of you are expecting an inspirational speech that would make you go out of your immediately after you leave to help the victims of this war…" He hesitated his voice began to sound very bitter and blunt. "However if you have not helped already I highly doubt I could convince you too start so frankly I am not going to try. I killed a killer and for that I am being awarded this medal. Do I deserve it? Probably not but according to you I do. However I am sad to say that there is another killer on the loose, well actually there is a whole lot of them so I should be saying killers…" He paused for a dramatic affect, which worked because most people gasped in astonishment. He smiled inwardly at the affect. "And I am not going to be the one to stop them because there are too many to handle… Hold on I have a picture of them somewhere here…"He finally summoned a framed portrait that had a curtain in front of it. "In fact some of the people are here let us see if you can recognize them." He drew the curtain and ignored the gasps and scowls that the audience gave him, because the portrait was not indeed a portrait but a mirror. "Here are your killers, it seems that they have a great resemblance of… you. Yes if you have not figured it out already you are murderers as well. Why? Because you the general audience would eat up the information from the press and not ask questions. You were unprepared. You ignored the fact that Voldemort that is right, Voldemort, was back and took it upon yourselves to make my life a living hell in the process. But certainly these are not attributes of a killer you might ask yourself but it is. If the wizarding world was prepared then the death toll would have indeed not have been as high as it is. So maybe you should start to think about what the face of a killer looks like. It looks like me. It looks like you. I shall be leaving now. Honestly I don't expect to return, in fact I won't." Then he pointed to where the Daily Prophet and other reporters were and told them directly. " Don't try to find me I will guarantee you that you won't." Then he turned a back to the audience who stared at him silently in disbelief at his little speech. "Goodbye and good luck with them killers." And with that there was a poof of smoke which he dissapparated in. The silence continued as they heard a clinking as his silver medal fell to the floor…
A/N- So what do you think? I still don't know whether I want to go on with this or not so give me your opinion it will help me out a lot. Well toodles from your favorite banjoist