Harry's New Life

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Chapter One-The Prologue

The World Rejoices

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The air was still and silent. The sent of burning wood seemed to seep under every door and through every open window. The sun was starting to rise, causing the lingering smoke and mist to appear orange from the suns glow. All around Diagon Ally the many stores occupants and owners were starting to emerge looking harassed with their wands at the ready. And there in the middle of the road stood three young people looking as though they didn't belong there.

The sun was casting long, eerie shadows as the people on the street started walking around taking in the scene before them. There, littering the street were bits of brick and wood, torn patches of robes, broken wands, blood, and most disturbing of all, the dead bodies of many Death Eaters. The most horrifying of these bodies was none other than Lord Voldemort himself, with a look of complete shock stretched across his white snake like face.

The crowd around the street started to grow as many different people started arriving, ministry officials, reporters, photographers, and curious witches and wizards, were among these people.

Still standing in the middle of the street with their wands still pointing at the spot where Voldemort last stood was Harry, Ron, and Hermione, each wore the same shocked expression.

Down the street, towards Gringotts Bank stood Lupin and Tonks, now brushing dirt off each other's robes. Hagrid and his brother Grawp were clearly visible through the crowd, as was Mad-Eye Moody who seemed to be searching for his lost magical eye. Hestia Jones was helping Professor McGonagall up from the ground; she seemed to have injured her leg. Other members of the Order were now being harassed by reporters or being patted on the back by Ministry leaders. But Harry, Ron and Hermione still stood rooted to the spot, looking at Voldemort.

It wasn't until Lupin made his way through the crowd, and slapped Harry hard on the back did any of them move. Harry finally turned his gaze from the ground and was startled when he noticed that the streets of Diagon Ally were now packed with fast talking people. Hermione had to practically yell as the crowd kept growing.

"Harry! You did it! It's over!" Hermione cried as she wrapped her arms around him and started to cry.

Harry managed to escape Hermione's arms and she turned instead to Ron, who seemed happy to take the job from Harry. The Ministry members werenow levitating the dead death eaters, and with sickening loud "pops" the bodies were disappearing. He watched one by one as the people that had haunted his life for years were now being taken away. He didn't care where they were taking them; only one thought was running through his mind, it's over. He was free, the prophecy was now fulfilled, and his job was over. He had spent the last year searching for and destroying Voldemort's horcruxes just so he could get to this moment. He knew that he had to kill Voldemort or be killed, and now that it was over, now that he did what Dumbledore told him he must do, his heart was lighter than it had ever been.

Witches, wizards, reporters, photographers, Ministry members, and even the Minister himself were all gathered around Harry; all wanting to shake his hand or pat him on the back. He was trying to keep his balance, as he was being shoved, pushed and pulled in every direction. The flashes of lights from the photographers were causing spots and stars to form in his eyes, and he was very thankful when Hagrid made his way over and lifted Harry out from the crowd.

"…'Arry, were goin' to the Burrow, you better hurry or the buggers will kill ya!" Grunted Hagrid as he sat Harry on the ground and started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry didn't need telling twice, he wanted away from this street and from the now over crowed party that had formed. Harry turned on the spot and apparated. When he arrived just outside of the Burrow he could tell that the house was already packed full. He started to head towards the back door when Mrs. Weasley came busting through the door and hugged Harry, while tears splashed down her face. Soon every member of the Weasley family, including all the surviving members of the Order was outside cheering, clapping and passing Harry around in turn to hug him. The women were crying and the men were shaking each other's hands, Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Off in the distance of Ottery St. Catchpole, sparks were flying high in the air, owls were zooming around merrily, and no one seemed to care if a single muggle found out.

One of the owls that Harry had just noticed stopped and dropped a special issue of the Daily Prophet right on top of Ron's head. He opened the paper and showed the crowed at large a gigantic photo of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, looking down at a clearly dead Voldemort. The title below the photo was in large flashing black letters, "Dark Lord Finished!"

Following this were more "woops" and cheers from everyone as Harry, Ron, and Hermione where pushed forward into the limelight so everyone could admire them once more. Hermione had tears running down her face and was blushing profusely. Ron seemed to be enjoying himself and was flashing large, toothy smiles back at his family. Harry still had a slightly shocked look on his face but was trying with his entire mite to keep smiling.

The celebrations continued through the night, it was well into the morning hours until people started to leave. Slowly and reluctantly members of the Weasley family made their way up stairs for a few hours rest. Harry was still sitting at the kitchen table looking at the photo of himself on the Daily Prophet when Ron grabbed his shirt pulling him up from the chair, and forcing him to go to bed.