Chapter 1
"-So, in conclusion, if the Wizarding population in the northern region is effectively-"
"Stewart, I'm not saying it's a bad idea, it's just a bit-" harry bit his lip, trying to find a gentler way of putting it, "impractical…"
"yes,sir." The over-eager intern nods, "shall I go back and reconstruct some more schemes?"
"uh…that's not what I meant-" Stewart's face falls," but you may- uh, can!"
Oh bugger, harry thought as Stewart started to shift his many presentation boards out the door , the problem with newbies these days, is that they do more talk than actual work…plus, straight out of Hogwarts and their already expecting a pay raise?
The door shuts and harry finds himself alone again. Alone with two different crisis that have to be solved in an hour, a break-in at gringotts, five sets of paperwork with different deadlines and lunch with the family. It was hard work being the head of the auror department.
I guess I'd better start on that paperwork, Jerry can deal with the break-in, he thought. Harry sinks into the leather seat that came with the office, complementing whether to send a memo to Dave at the department of magical accidents and catastrophes.
There's a buzzing sort of noise in his ear and harry tries to shake it away. The buzzing persists, louder than ever accompanied by a strong blow of a headache. He can't concentrate, his vision begins to blur and he feels like someone has him on a cruciatus curse. The throbbing shatters every train of thought.
He doesn't know when he's fallen off the chair but somehow it's happened and he's rolling on the floor in agony, burning through his mind. It feels like eons have passed when finally …finally someone opens the door and rushes in, pulling him to his feet. But he can't stand, his words are lodged at the back of his throat. He yells because it's the only reaction to the situation. More people start filling into the office. The pain, never ending, has spread to his limbs, intensifying with every touch he receives. he writhes, his extremities shaking uncontrollably.
Darkness closes over; the pain is too unbearable, it aches him to the core. It seems to him that his head is slowly crumbling before blacking out.
Harry swims in the dense fog, he's aware that the pain was radiating from his scar…
His auror instincts kicks in, leaving no more room in his brain for worry. He hadn't felt pain like that in 19 years,why now? Is voldermort on the rise? But there were no signs of any dark magic activities… and Azkaban had no prison break-outs at all…everything was safe in the community, peace at last , that sort of thing…
Unless…
Unless…
There WAS. And there were people( not one, too much planning for one person) keeping him in the dark…HIM, Harry Potter… and he, head of auror, OUT OF ALL PEOPLE had to find out last, via scar…WHY? WHEN? HOW?
Voldermort IS dead. Harry killed him and made sure of that… but he had died before too…impossible, there were no horcruxes this time to help him live, with or without his soul…
HARRY…
HARRY…
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