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We are having a meeting with the members of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army. I would appreciate it if you let Potter go.
The Elder Wand
It was over. Voldemort was dead, and the Deathly Hallows were hidden.
“So.... that's what we've been doing this past year.” Harry held his head in his hands, trying to hold off an upcoming headache. “Where did we go first?” he said, looking up. “Grimauld Place?”
Goodbye for the Last Time
Hogsmeade was full of people, most of whom were holding the Daily Prophet and gawking at the castle, which still looked to be in shambles. Harry kept his head down and wished that he had brought his invisibility cloak with him, for as soon as he set off, there were shouts of “That's Potter!” “Harry Potter!”
“Bad dog! Bad dog!” A woman in her forties had run out of the shop and dragged the dog off of Harry, allowing him to stand up. “I am so sorry, sir, you see, we just got him today and – ” she broke off abruptly and stared at Harry. “You're Harry Potter.” It wasn't a question.
“I did know that bit of information,” laughed Robards as he stuck his hand out for Harry to shake. He seemed like the friendly and likeable sort. “Now Mr. Potter, Kingsley told me that you might be interested in becoming an Auror. Does the career path still appeal to you?”
It's Not Over
There are still Death Eaters out there, and make no mistake, they are thirsty for revenge. And as Harry was the one who killed their leader, and because the rest of you are directly involved with Harry and with the war, you are going to be their main target.
A House Transformed
Hermione beamed at him, and Ron crossed the room and kissed her full on the lips.
The Hooded Man in Black
“The trials are going to be starting soon,” answered Arthur. “And you three are going to be involved in most of them as you are prime witnesses for nearly every Death Eater.”
The Queen's Law
“I, Harry James Potter Black, swear by my magic that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to this body representing all Wizarding kind of Britain, according to law. So mote it be.”
“I could have sworn that you were dead,” muttered Harry, and the four heads of house had to muffle their startled laughter. “Hello, Professor Dumbledore,” said Harry.
We are only strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.’ These words are no less true now than they were when Professor Dumbledore first spoke them. Do not let peaceful time lure you into false pretenses of who is good and who is not. Let us crush any uprisings by standing together despite our differences. Our government has begun to change. However, it takes the people to bring it about.
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