There came a point in time when Harry Potter made a conscious decision to ignore everything written about him. It occurred right about the time his picture appeared on a 'Wanted' poster, with the words "Public Enemy Number One" printed below.
The juxtaposition of that poster with the Chocolate Frog card struck him and he choked on his laughter.
Harry had been approached at the same time as Hermione and Ron regarding the trading cards. He watched each of their reactions and wondered why they seemed to feel so strongly and why he felt nothing. Well, 'nothing' may be too strong a word.
Ambivalence would better describe his emotions.
Harry still wore his hair long enough to allow the fringe to cover his scar, although he rarely styled it with the intention to do so. People recognized him either way.
He made the decision to wear his Auror robes for the photo shoot, believing his rise to the head of the department one of the few achievements in his life that belonged to him alone, not attained through circumstance, luck, or the help of others, but simply by his own hard work.
The photographer and her assistants had acted with the same mixture of reverence, awkwardness, and professionalism Harry knew to expect from strangers. The one who adjusted his hairstyle to better show the lightning bolt scar avoided eye contact and turned beet red upon touching him.
After reading Harry's card, Hermione informed him, "The most recent edition of Hogwarts, A History gives a better summary of our exploits at school."
Ginny declared, "The few sentences on the card are loads better than the tripe still regularly printed in The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly."
Ron shrugged with the apology of, "Sorry mate, the only things I read on a regular basis are the Quidditch scores."
Harry looked at the box full of cards sitting on the kitchen table. What was he supposed to do with them? He handed one to Ron. "For your collection."
Harry sighed, "Am I really expected to autograph a bunch to have ready in my pocket? I'll be damned before I do that."
He moved the box to the counter, next to the stack of mail, and headed towards the back door. "Want to throw a quaffle around for a bit?" he asked Ron.
After a couple of days, Ginny moved the box to Harry's desk in the study.
At some point in time, Harry was trying to tidy up his desk and shoved the dusty box into a drawer.
A few years later Ginny bought Harry a new desk and moved the old one upstairs to James' room for school use.
The still full box of cards found a home in a trunk in the attic.