Disclaimer: Who knows what the future will bring or to hell with JK's vision of what will happen.
Interview
"Mr. Weasley," the young reporter began, "you have lived a long and exciting life. First as a member of the resistance group that finally brought down the Dark Lord Voldemort, then as a professional Quidditch player, and now as a respected politician. I was wondering . . ."
"If I may," Ron interrupted. "I didn't do much to take down Voldemort, I played in the lowest ranked team in the legue, and my duties with the Wizengamot could be done by a trained monkey."
"I . . ."
"Please continue," Ron prompted gently.
"I was wondering why you agreed to grant me this interview," the girl said shyly, "I've been told that you rarely speak to reporters."
"It's because of your last name," the old man said, "your grandmother . . . Luna was a friend of mine."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," the girl said quickly.
"Luna?" Ron chuckled. "She was something."
"Dad named my oldest sister after her," the girl spoke up, "he named me after the Tempest."
"Eh?"
"Miranda," the girl prompted, "the girl from the play."
"Afraid I was never much good when it came to culture," the old man said with a shrug, "go on Ms. Lovegood, ask your question."
"I have two questions," the girl said. "Did you have anything to do with avenging my grandmother?"
"You're asking me to admit to having a hand in the murder of the entire Malfoy family?" Ron asked with a grin. "I'd like to say yes, there is nothing in the world that I'd rather do then say that I wiped them from the world . . . especially after what happened to Luna. Guess the git thought he could get away with it, what with Harry gone and all."
"You didn't?" The girl asked in shock. "But I've read that you were Harry's best friend."
"Were," Ron agreed sourly, "I had a bit of a temper back then."
"Says the man that threw his chair at the Chief Warlock in the last session."
"Bloody git had it coming to him," Ron said quickly. "Never did like the bastard anyway. No, when I say I used to have a temper, I mean that I used to loose it for the smallest and most insignificant reasons."
"Like what?"
"I don't even remember what prompted my last row with Harry," Ron sighed, "but it couldn't have been important. I crawled back to apologize a week later and he wouldn't even speak to me. I suppose that every man has their limit, even Harry Potter."
"Oh . . . I don't suppose you'd know if he's my grandfather, would you?"
"I wish I did," Ron said honestly, "I will say that it's either him or Neville Longbottom. Can't think of anyone else that Luna had such a close relationship with."
"Thank you Mr. Weasley," the girl put her quill away.
"I'd suggest talking with Hermione Granger, the Headmistress at Hogwarts. In the end, she was the only one that never betrayed Harry."
"That's my next stop," Miranda assured the old man.
"And please, give her my best."
"I will."
IIIIIIIIII
Hermione was waiting at the front gates for the girl to arrive.
"I understand that you want to ask me a couple questions about Harry Potter?" Hermione said with a grin.
"Yes ma'am," Miranda agreed. The girl was more then a bit intimidated by the prospect of speaking to the longest reigning Headmaster in Hogwarts History.
"Please come in then." Hermione waved the young girl into the castle and led her to a comfortable sitting room on the first floor. "Now then, what can I do for you?"
"How did you know what I wanted to ask you?"
"I've been Headmistress of this school for longer then you've been alive," Hermione said with a lazy grin, "and that's all I'm going to say on that particular subject."
"Mister Ron Weasley asked me to pass along his best."
"Thank you," Hermione said calmly.
"He also said that you were the only one that never betrayed Harry Potter," Miranda continued, "and that you might be able to answer my questions about him."
"That was a sweet thing for Ron to say," Hermione said tearfully, "but I'm afraid that it wasn't true. In the end, we all betrayed him."
"May I ask how?"
"The war had ended and I had thrown myself into teaching," Hermione began, "I still corresponded with Harry of course, I just spent less and less time on the replies. I didn't even realise that we'd grown apart until your grandmother died."
"What do you mean grown apart?" The girl asked.
"I thought it would be best for Harry to hear what happened from a friend," Hermione said with a pinched look on her face, "so I looked through my papers for his contact information. It took me four hours but I finally found an unopened letter from five years before wishing me a happy life. Let that be a lesson to you Ms. Lovegood," Hermione said sharply, "never let yourself fall into the trap of thinking that your career is more important then your friends."
"Do you know why my grandmother was killed ma'am?"
"I suspect that it was because your mother and father were dating," Hermione sighed, "Draco couldn't stand the idea of his daughter being 'sullied' by a Lovegood."
"Oh. Mr. Weasley said he thought it was because Harry wasn't around and my grandfather Malfoy thought he'd be able to get away with it."
"I suspect that may have also been a factor," Hermione allowed, "Draco would have never dared try anything if he thought that Harry was still around."
"Mr. Weasley also said that he thought my grandfather was either Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom, that no one else was close enough to my grandmother."
"Between the two it would have been Harry," Hermione said firmly.
"How can you be so sure?" Miranda asked. "And why were Neville Longbottom and my grandmother so close?"
"He liked plants and she liked animals, they used to go on expeditions together." Hermione licked her lips. "And as for how I'd be so sure, well . . . let's just say that Luna lacked some things that Neville looked for in a lover."
"You mean . . ."
"I mean I'm very sure that Luna and Neville never got together and why don't we leave it at that?"
"Do you think that Harry Potter is still alive?"
"I don't know," Hermione admitted, "but I'd like to think so. The world would be a much darker place if I knew that I'd never be able to tell him how sorry I was about how I treated our friendship."
"Thank you for your time Headmistress."
"Not at all Ms. Lovegood."
AN: Been a while since I put anything up, that's not because I'm not writing it's because I've got nothing finished.
Omake: More on Polyjuice
"Hey Hermione," Ron called out, "could you do me a favor?"
"What is it Ron?" The bookworm asked.
"Do you think you could brew up another batch of polyjuice?" Ron asked.
"Shouldn't be too hard," the girl agreed, "why?"
"It's for me and Harry," Ron explained.
"Harry?"
"I've got no idea," Harry confessed.
"Ron?"
"Well . . . I was thinking that Harry could take a potion with one of your hairs in it and then I could . . ."
"NO," Harry said quickly, "not gonna happen."
"But I'd be willing to take a Ginny hair potion afterwards," Ron whined.
"No."
"But . . ."
"NO."
"Fine," Ron said in defeat, "I'll just get Dean or someone to help. I thought you were my friend."
"And no using my hairs," Hermione called out after the retreating boy, "honestly."
AN: It popped into my head and now it's in yours.
Addition by Chris Hill
Harry was really starting to worry about Ron and his one track mind when it
came to Polyjuice and sex.
It was not what he wanted the damned potion for.
No, the potion, combined with the little that a certain dog taught him
before he died would be used in a very special way.
And he had just enough of ol' Vode to do it.
---
Umbridge brought in the tea as was normal when meeting with the Minister. A
normal part of her day, and she wanted things to go right. There was so much
to do to damage Potter, and it could keep the person she needed here.
As for the Minister, Fudge was doing his best to keep his seat in office. If
he hadn't been so stubborn, and listened to Dumbledor and Potter he wouldn't
be in this mess. As it was, his main advisor was now in Azkaban, and he was
just a few days to weeks away from being out of office unless he could pull
off a miracle. "Not today, Delores. I'm to busy."
"Too busy to have some tea? Potter will be in soon and we need to be ready.
If he gives his testimony to the Wizengamot then we will both be out of
here." the toadlike woman said as she poured them both a cup of tea.
Fudge snorted, and then gasped as Deloras changed form, into that of
Voldemort! That was how he was hiding! Normally, he would just plead for his
life, but with all the upsets, he just grabbed his wand and fired a reducto,
spliting the former undersecretary in half, and spilling tea all over the
place.
Wait...
He cleaned up the tea a bit and then used Deloras's wand to cause a bit more
damage to the office.
With this body, he would be a hero.
---
'FUDGE KILLS VOLDEMORT!' the headlines screamed on the Daily Prophet.
---
'FUDGED KILLED BY DEATHEATERS' was the headline the following day.
Harry was going to frame the two front pages.
Two dimwits with one dose.
Now, how to get Lucius, and then Snape?
OMAKE for Neutered by zeynel
Hermione was sitting with Harry in the Great Hall:
"Oh, my parents had no problem with the adoption once it was explained to them. I just have two sets of parents and no more bad hair problems now -thanks magic and magical adoption, I got a bit of each world-. Oh, and Mother -Narcissa, I mean- and mum just love each other! The moment she learned about teeth whitening -impossible with magic-, they became fast friends! It's not like the cost is much for a family like the Malfoy, and it makes a nice income for my parents. And so Lucius is forbidden to hurt them. Besides, it interested him, too, one more way to look better than his peers at the wizengamot..."
Harry nodded, before frowning.
"Hey, do you think Lockheart did it, too? I always though his too white teeth were suspicious..."
Hermione blinked before tilting her head, pondering the question.
"That... Is quite possible, now that I think of it."
Lavender, who was listening quietly some seats away, asked suddenly:
"But... Does it not bother you, having Malfoy as a brother?"
"Yes!" added Parvati, several murmures agreeing with her "He's not the menace he was before, but it doesn't stop him from being unpleasant!"
Harry and Hermione both burst into laughter, to the surprise of those surrounding them.
"Well, everybody has unpleasant family members. And I'm the Malfoy heiress, now." Hermione smirked. "I mean, with Draco unable to continue the line... He's been allowed to keep the name and have a little triffle to live with, but the fortune and title are mines!"