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Chapter 2 : Hero
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The hooded figure walked quickly down the deserted street, his legs carried him through the maze that was London. He was on his way to deliver a very important message to the Minister of Magic; Harry Potter had killed Voldemort, and that this time there was no resurrection, for the Dark Lord.
The man walked into a vandalised phone booth and dialled in a number, a few seconds later he began to sink through the bottom of the booth towards the Ministry of Magic. Golden light flooded the booth as it descended and finally thudded to a halt. Two Ministry workers intercepted the man.
“What are you here for?” the first guard said.
“I need to see the Minister,” the man replied.
“I’m sorry, sir, but you cannot just burst in here and see the Minister,” the second guard replied.
“I’m quite positive he will want to see me,” the man said strongly. “Tell him Remus Lupin is here to see him.”
The two guards looked at each other, the first one shrugged and walked to the lift on the opposite side of the hall.
“Why don’t you have an appointment?” the remaining guard asked Lupin.
“I bring unexpected news, and it is very important that he is informed.”
“What news is that sir? If you don’t mind me asking,” the guard said.
“Very well,” Lupin said, “You will find out very soon anyway. I’ve come to tell the Minister that Voldemort is dead.”
The guard goggled at Lupin. “Right, um… Is this some sort of prank? Because the Minister doesn’t--”
“No this is not a prank,” Lupin said firmly.
“He’s dead? He Who Must Not Be Named is dead? So who allegedly killed him then?”
The guard gaped at him; he opened his mouth to speak but before he could, the first guard appeared from the clattering lift and made his way towards Lupin and the other guard.
“The Minister will see you know Mr. Lupin,” he said wearily.
“Thank you, your cooperation is kindly appreciated,” Lupin said before heading towards the lift.
He disappeared from the brightly lit hall and the second guard turned to the first. “You’ll never guess what that man just said to me.”
“What’s that, Edgar?” the guard asked.
“He said You Know Who was dead and Harry Potter killed him,” Edgar said with a slight chuckle in his voice.
The second guard turned his head quickly. “He said what?”
“I know! Can you believe he tried to trick me like that?”
“No, I don’t think he was joking,” the second guard said his voice oddly faint.
“What makes you say that?”
“That man, Remus Lupin, he’s part of Dumbledore’s clan. I can’t imagine he would lie about such a thing,” the guard said, his voice shaky.
“So you’re saying its true? He’s dead? It’s over, he’s gone?”
“I suppose it is,” the guard said unconvincingly.
Edgar collapsed back onto his chair. “Bloody hell.”
“I knew he had it in him,” Hagrid said to a short balding man with glasses.
“Yes. I always stood behind him and Dumbledore, even though no one believed them. He is a very unique wizard, that Harry Potter,” the short man said.
“I’m really proud of him yeh know? He’s had to stand up against so much, he’s done more than most grown wizards,” Hagrid replied.
Just then Hagrid stood up; it was a very effective move as now he was standing almost twice as tall as all the rest of the people in the Three Broomsticks. “I’d like ter make a toast,” he called out to the crowd, “To Harry Potter, one o the grea’est wizards I’ve ever known, a great friend an our Hero.”
“HARRY POTTER!” The crowd cheered as once as they raised their goblets and bottles.
All around the countries similar toasts were made as they celebrated the downfall of one of the darkest wizards of all time. They partied long into the night and the next day they bought copies of the Daily Prophet to hang on their walls and to find out more about how the seventeen year old wizard had defeated Lord Voldemort.
Ron unfolded the copy of the Daily Prophet that was given to him by one of the nurses at St. Mungos he read the heading that was standing out at the top of the page.
The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Hero. It all started sixteen years ago for young Harry Potter, at the age of one his parents were killed by You Know Who. He then became the first wizard in history to survive the Avada Kedavra spell and rebound it onto its caster. Since then he has faced You Know Who Five times. Last night he delivered the final spell to become the greatest Hero of our age.
Not much in known at this point about the final battle that is rumoured to have taken place in Hogsmeade and the Hogwarts grounds. It is also unknown what spell Harry used to kill You Know Who. Some say that it was Avada Kedavra, but confidential sources say it definitely wasn’t Avada Kedavra.
Harry and the Order of the Phoenix will release a formal statement once he has been released from St. Mungos. The Prophet is expecting to get an exclusive interview with Harry as soon as this happens.
Harry’s life story continued on pages 2, 3, 4, 5…
Ron snorted and threw the paper onto the table behind him, ‘Harry’s going to be more popular than ever,’ he thought.
The next day at the Ministry of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour made a speech in front of hundreds of cameras and reporters. He mimicked the Prophet’s praise of Harry casting words like ‘heroism’ and ‘such courage’ among public declarations that the Ministry has jobs open for him and that he had always stood behind Harry the whole way through even when most doubted him.
Over the next week, wizarding families all over England -- mums, dads, and their children -- celebrated. Everyone was eager to find out the whole story and to see Harry Potter for the first time since he defeated Lord Voldemort. As the parties continued, Harry was the only one missing out on the celebrations. He still hadn’t woken since the night at Hogwarts, and the Healers were beginning to worry.
Ron walked past Harry’s room and looked in through the small glass window in the door of the room. Ginny had hardly moved since he last checked on them two hours ago. He then looked at Harry.
His raven head was propped up by two pillows, his eyes shut and his mouth closed. His face was pale and cold with sheets tucked in tightly around him; beside him sat the young redheaded girl who had not left his side since he arrived. Her head was rested on a pillow on the edge of Harry’s bed, her hand wrapped around Harry’s and heart hoping beyond all else that he would wake up.
A/N: What did you think? I know this chapter is kinda short, but its sort of like a bridging chapter so when the next one comes out which is very soon, it'll make more sense. Please let me know what you thought of it, Thanks!
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