Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
This is an idea that just popped into my head. I haven't thought it all through yet and I might not continue it at all, unless I get a couple of reviews. I hope you all like it. I've never seen it done before.
This is the shortest chapter I have ever written. All the others will be longer, I promise.
Summary: No one was supposed to remember. They were all supposed to forget. The plan almost worked: the wizarding world was almost forgotten. But one person refused to let go. They couldn't make him give up his memories. Will he be able to convince the others? Or will he have to fight this battle by himself?
Chapter 1-Harry
Harry James Potter sat at the window of his apartment. It was four years since he had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had become an Auror, feeling that it was his job to not only stop people trying to be Voldemort's successors, but also to make the Wizarding World a safer place in general. In his final year at Hogwarts, Harry had defeated Voldemort once and for all. Since then, many people had tried to become the next Dark Lord, but with Harry at the Ministry, they hadn't come close.
Harry had seen so much death and destruction in his life. He had faced many horrors and had been in so many dangerous situations. For those things he was the most famous person in the Wizarding World, right beside Voldemort. But he hated it. He hated being surrounded by people taking photographs and asking for autographs all the time. He hated seeing himself in the newspaper which told about him saving a girl from drowning, or something. Not that he didn't like what he did; he just hated all the attention. He could deal with it at first, but after about one or two years, he got tired of it. The only solution to his problem was to move to Muggle London, where he at least wouldn't be woken up at night or disturbed while eating or relaxing by the paparazzi.
Harry's two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, had remained in the Wizarding World. Harry would see them as often as possible, as he still had to go to work there, but not as much as he would have liked. Ron was also an Auror, but worked in a different place. He and Harry never had any assignments together. Ron and Hermione, however, spent lots of time together. They had recently started dating, too.
Although he would never admit it, Harry was slightly jealous. He wasn't normally a jealous person, but when you could barely see your two best friends of many years while they saw each other almost every day, you would be jealous too.
Harry sighed as he stood up. He got a beer out of the refrigerator and went into the living room to watch some TV. He turned on Mtv. They were playing a music video. Rumors, by Lindsay Lohan. He found himself thinking amusedly that that was exactly how he felt. Why couldn't people leave him alone? Why did they feel it was necessary to make up rumors about him?
I know, it sounds sort of like Harry hated his life. But he didn't. Sure, he would've have liked it better if he was left alone, but he still loved his life. Every day when he woke up, he would think about the great things life has to offer. He would think about what could happen that day, and what would happen the next. He loved remembering leaving the Dursleys' house on September first, for the last time, four years ago. He loved thinking of the future and having a family. And he also loved thinking about the present. It made him feel really good, how many peoples' lives he'd saved, and helped make better. He had great friends and would always have a good time with them.
Harry finished his beer and watched TV for a couple more minutes. Then he stood up and threw away the beer bottle. He walked through the bedroom into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas. And just as he was about to crawl into bed, his legs gave way and the world he knew vanished, to be replaced with a new one.
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