Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

many people, from how to levitate something, to how to fly. From how to be a friend, to how to love.
And through it all, I was fighting Voldemort, expected to be the savior of the Wizarding world, and for
most of the time I didn't even know it. In my fifth year I learned that it had been prophesized that I
would defeat him, and indeed, I did, at a great expense. When I arrived here last night I saw a rebuilt
Hogwarts, a Hogwarts who's structure was old mixed with new, and a Hogwarts who's students should
do the same. Mix the old traditions of house and magic with new traditions of cooperation and
togetherness. For all of you Gryffindors out there who are asking, 'does he want me to become best
friends with a Slytheren?' I'll answer no, I'm not asking you to become best friends with a Slytheren, all
I'm asking is that there be more cooperation between the houses, and that we don't let the rivalries
become so deeply entrenched that when the time comes we can't work together to solve a problem."
"Some people want to know what made me so special as to be able to defeat Voldemort, one of the
most evil wizards ever. I've always told them that it was because of my friends and the others who
helped me. At the Final Battle of Hogwarts, no more than 3 months ago, it was because most of the
school banded together that we were able to win, if it weren't for the fact that Hufflepuffs worked with
Ravenclaws, and Griffindors worked with some Slytherens, the battle never would have been won. So I
ask everybody, don't judge somebody because of there blood line or their house, get to know them,
judge them for there personalities, for there actions."
Harry fell silent, and slowly applause started until it was roaring. Everybody was on there feet,
clapping, whistling and screaming. Harry pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Quietus."
Instantly his throat felt raw, like he had been screaming for the whole day after swallowing a cup of
course sand.
He turned to see Ron and Hermione both smiling and because of his throat and all the noise all he could
do was smile right back.
A few seconds later Kingsley's voice washed over the crowd as he began to speak again, "Now, I'd like
to present the Order Of Merlin 2nd class to…" and as Kingsley started to read out the names of those
who had fought the battle of Hogwarts Harry's mind stared to wander to images of the battle. He saw
the students fighting, he saw the Death eaters storming the castle. But the most prominent image, the
image that all the others seemed to be superimposed over, was the scene of Fred's death. It played over
and over again in Harry's mind.
The air exploded…the world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying through the air, and all he could
do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and
shield his head in his arms. He heard the screams and yells of his companions without hope of knowing
what had happened to them—
And then the world resolved itself into pain and semidarkness: He was half buried in the wreckage of a
corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack… Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his
insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying,
more frightened then he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life…
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on
the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and
stumbled over stone and wood.
'No—no—no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!"
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without
seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched on his face."
Harry's knees threatened to collapse as the scene played over and over again in his head, and each time