Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter and neither is this fic being written for any financial reasons. Harry potter is and will remain the creation of JKR
Harry Potter & the Last Horcrux
Chapter 2: Four Years Later
Over the last four years, several things had changed, but most of them had remained the same. The bigotry, hypocrisy and most of all, the contempt that most of the wizard world felt for the muggle world. What had changed was the fact that a few people on the other side of the spectrum were missing. The people who believed in sacrifice, goodwill and pureness of heart were being subjugated day by day.
In the aftermath of the triumph of Harry potter over the dark wizard known as Voldemort, the truth about tom riddle had come out. The fact that he was a muggle-born, yet the last of the slytherins had had quite an unexpected result. Contrary to being rejoiced by being saved by a mixed heritaged Harry potter, they all seemed to shrink in the depth of fear of muggle-borns. Over the last few years, more and more people had started to hire only pure-bloods in the position of power and primarily in top posts of the ministry. The discrimination rose to new heights and mostly everybody felt that a new dark age had nearly come-over the British magical world.
It was more due to the fact that everybody knew that the last Horcrux had not been destroyed. That, more than anything else had everybody on their defensive. With the only hope of the wizarding world, Harry Potter, buried under six feet of dirt, nobody knew what the future would be should he-who-must-not-be-named ever managed to come back.
Top people like Alastor Moody, Bill Weasley, Ron, Ginny and Hermione etc had long been gone from here. Unable to cope with the outcome of the war and it's cost, they had escaped the wizarding society. They all were tired and escaped into the oblivion. Nearly nobody knew where, and most importantly, no body even tried to find out.
Hogwarts was nothing but a shadow of its former self. McGonagall had started to look the age that she wasn't and the teacher's did not have the drive to go on.
But these are just small things. These affected only less than 1 of all British wizarding population. Most of them lived the same way. Not happy, yet unconcerned about all things because they were mostly unaffected due to it. Most muggleborns had been included in the society but any new muggleborns were normally obliviated and a spell put on them to bind there powers.
By far, Britain had out done itself over accumulating the status of a corrupt wizarding government and no longer carried the aura of a happy place. If one word could describe the state, it was anarchy.
Though nobody knew it, the wind of change was coming.
All in all, it was a very sad state of affairs.
In a small place that had become a sort of legend in the last few years was none-other than the place Harry Potter had been buried a few years ago. Due to reasons unknown, a magic dampening field had established itself over the place. The strange effects it had on magic as well as muggle technology had made it a magnetic for all people into the paranormal phenomenon in the muggle world as well as a few adventurers willing to come into such a hypocrite society.
There were various accounts of people who had experienced the strange effect. The effect was quite strange. It felt like a void. Kind of a black hole where all normal energies seem to dissipate into nothingness. It was empty, yet many empaths had felt a strange sense of conflict.
Several theories had been put up, some more fantastic than the others but none of them true. Fact is often stranger than fiction, and this time it was more than 'stranger'; it was fantastic. In a few seconds, one of the greatest mysteries in modern magic would be solved. And several myths would need to undergo the test of reality to prove their mere existence.
In a few seconds, the world would change.
There is a small island, somewhere in the Indian Ocean. It does not exist in any map, nor do many have knowledge of the same. The climate is good, the atmosphere healthy and people even healthier. That is, if we talk about their bodies. But as far as the soul is concerned, each one of them has a hole in it. Some small and some big; some healed and some healing. But any wound, no matter how well it heals, leaves a mark. And each one of the residents of the island has a scar. For here it is we find the forgotten heroes of yesteryear living their lives.
Some would have thought that they would be a broken bunch, bitter after the death of many of their beloveds; but too much time had passed by. Wounds had healed and all of them.
Strangely it was Hermione who led them. Although much senior people like Alastor Moody, Arthur & Molly Weasley were there. Yet, all had felt the strong sense of purpose fill the young witch soon after they had healed a bit. And now, they had been functioning almost normally for he last three years.
As we go into Hermione's office right now and look at her, we see a severe looking young woman, hair tied tightly behind; reading glasses perched a bit below on the crook of her nose with a quill being chewed intermittently. She had several scrolls lying in from of her desk and it was obvious that she was busy doing something.
It was just then that she felt her bracelet become warm up a bit. It was a magical bracelet which all four of them had gotten before the final battle. It had four stones. Green emerald for Harry, yellow quartz for Ginny, red ruby for Ron and a blue sapphire for her. It was charmed to heat up if any one of them was in trouble and break into two if they died. There must have been something wrong because the Harry's emerald had blackened with cracks all over it but still not split in two.
A slight shiver of fear passed her back as she gazed again at the bracelet. Both Ron and Ginny were away at the moment and she shuddered at the thought of something going wrong with any of them. She was surprised as the source of heat was not the yellow or red stones, but rather the black stone that once represented Harry. She was amazed as she saw the cracks slowly disappearing and a soft light pulse over the stone. Slowly but surely the stone was returning to the green it once was.
She suddenly heard a small chirp in the communicator that she was wearing. She knew it would be Ron and Ginny.
In the Godrics hollow, all the animals were running away. There must have been something to make them act like this.
Suddenly, with three distinct pops, Hermione, Ron and Ginny appear out of thin air and start running towards the grave of Harry potter. Within a few minutes, they reach there and frantically try to dig. The magic was very erratic here and none of them had any intention of doing something irreversibly wrong. However, they need not have worried.
Suddenly, in a large flash, they could feel the dampening field go and a few seconds later, the casket holding Harry's body rose and floated in the air.
As Hermione floated the casket down and opened it, they saw Harry's body enshrouded in some kind of haze. It was like a green aura trying to break through a red aura. Suddenly, in a flash, the green aura overflowed the red. All three of them had to cover their eyes. A few seconds later, when they opened their eyes again, they could see the chest moving up & down, albeit very slowly.
For these three friends, the world had changed.
For everybody else, the world would change a lot.
Author's note:
Next chapter would break up and detail the fulfillment of prophecy. I feel that JKR's wouldn't be far off from my interpretation.
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