|snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays,|
@ 2009-12-06 09:53:00
|Entry tags:||fic, genere: romance, genre: drama/angst, rated: pg, round: 2009|
Fic: It's Harry, Remember - for pollicem
Title: It’s Harry, Remember
Author: We'll never tell!
Word Count: 7700+
Pairing: Severus/Harry pre-slash
Warnings: Sadly, none.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has only ever wanted to be normal. Believing he will never stop being harassed in the wizarding world, he leaves. What happens to bring him back?
Author’s Notes: Thanks to nefariousandrea for doing the first round of betaing for me. This story would not have been nearly as good as it came out to be without bewarethesmirk, helping me whip it into shape. The two asterisked lines are direct quotes of the first Harry Potter book and movie. pollicem I hope you like it!
Harry walked along Diagon Alley, trying not to draw attention to himself. He kept his eyes to the ground, peering up periodically through his fringe to make sure he did not run into anyone. Even though his scar had started to fade, it was still dark enough for people to see. So far he had not been noticed, but he wondered how long that would last. In and out, he thought as he hurried down the street, stopping outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies. I just have to go in, find a gift for Ron and I can leave again.
He pushed open the door and winced as the bell above his head tinkled. He glanced around quickly, grimacing slightly as he saw how many people were in the shop. In and out, Harry. He started to walk towards the displays, when he was stopped by a shopkeeper.
“How may I help...” The assistant trailed off as he caught a glimpse of the scar. “You – you’re Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived,” he sputtered.
At his yell, the other customers turned and stared at Harry. Harry could hear the whispers throughout the store: “Did someone say Harry Potter? Is he here?” The other patrons started to crowd around him, trying to look at his scar. Harry flattened his fringe in desperation.
“It is him,” someone cried. “He has the scar and everything. Look!”
Pushing his way through hadn’t helped very much the last time, so perhaps a different strategy was needed. Harry held his hands up in defence and slowly edged towards the display, trying to ward off the people. “Yes, I am Harry Potter. I just need to pick up a gift for one of my friends. I’ll be out of your way soon.” He forced himself to say it nicely, keeping the aggravation out of his voice.
With his statement, the shop exploded in noise. All of the people swarmed about, trying to express their gratitude.
Harry groaned under his breath. “Great, now I’ll never get out of here.”
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter! Thank you for defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You saved us all!” someone cheered.
“You’re welcome,” Harry said uneasily, and not without a touch of irony, as he tried to push through the crowd to continue his shopping. Harry froze when he felt someone grab him. He glanced down and tried to shake off the hands encircling his arms. The harder he struggled, the tighter the grip became. If I could just reach my wand, he thought, as he struggled to pull his right arm free.
The crowd had converged upon him, yelling over each other in an effort to be heard. He only caught snippets of what they were saying. “Mr. Potter, you have to help!”…“My daughter loves you!”…“I’ll be the best wife you could ever have.”
“Stop!” he yelled suddenly, quieting them all. “I didn’t do anything that someone else wouldn’t do. It was just my duty. You don’t have to thank me. I just want to continue shopping.” The crowd stared at him. Thinking they were acquiescing, Harry started to pull his arms out of the steadfast grip. A shockwave went through the crowd as they saw him trying to leave. The people pressed in tighter, the throng of people in the back trying to get close enough to touch him.
“I just want to go about my day,” Harry grumbled, exasperation colouring his voice as he struggled to get his arms free. The crowd pressed in tighter, trying to get closer to him. Harry sighed angrily as more people started to touch him. A wandering hand stroking along his stomach and down to his trousers had Harry growling under his breath. “Relashio,” Harry bellowed, hoping that his anger would fuel his wandless spell. He stared in shock as the spell worked, repelling the crowd.
Eyes widening at the display of power, the legion froze. In the ensuing silence, Harry whipped out his wand. “Don’t come any closer,” he growled. “If I could perform that spell while I was wandless, just think about what I can do now.”
Keeping his wand trained on them, he shuffled towards the door. He refused to take his eyes off of the mob while fumbling for the handle. When he found the knob, he said one last thing to the crowd: “You people are the reason why I never come out. All I wanted to do was pick up a Christmas gift for my friend but you won’t even let me do that. I will say it for the last time: Leave. Me. Alone!”
Harry opened the door and backed out, keeping his wand trained on the silent crowd. He did not lower it until he crossed the threshold and the door slammed in their faces. He shook his head as he turned to walk down the Alley. I’m sorry, Ron, but you’ll just have to deal with getting chocolate for Christmas.
Walking away, he shook his head before glancing back at the sound of a shout. The people were following him!
These people are mad, he thought as he ran down the street to the Apparition point, dodging other patrons while trying to stay ahead of the growing flock of people. He pulled out his wand to Apparate, never noticing the dark gaze that followed him. With a crack Harry was gone, seconds before the crowd converged on the spot.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You are cordially invited to the Remembrance Ball commemorating the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Five years ago, You-Know-Who’s reign of terror ended. After months of searching we finally captured and convicted all of his former allies. For five years the wizarding world has lived in harmony and has rebuilt itself to be stronger than ever.
The Remembrance Ball will take place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on 20 December, 2003. Please arrive by 6 pm for the start of the event. RSVP no later than 1 December, 2003. Place your RSVP in the envelope provided.
Minister of Magic
Order of Merlin, 2nd Class
Harry Potter. RSVPing to the Remembrance Ball.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You alluded to another reason about why you left our world and I wish to know what it is. The public worshiping at the bottom of the pedestal they placed you on should not have been enough to drive you away. You have dealt with public adoration before and the Gryffindor Golden Boy I knew never backed down from a challenge.
Seeing as you live in the Muggle world and knowing that you were never the studious one in your Gryffindor trio, I have included the address to which your return letter can be delivered by Muggle means.
Potions Master, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
It’s Harry, remember.