Progress Notes: July 09: I'm waiting for a trusted beta of the site to upload the story since I have no idea when submissions are open. My beta ditched me for some reason, so I'm kinda stuck. I'm really sorry and I'll find a beta really soon, promise!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
In his book Anna Karenina, Tolstoy once said, "All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
Each family, happy or otherwise, has a story.
For some, the story is buried deep within long forgotten or otherwise ignored memories. For others, the story is nothing but an entertaining tale for dinner parties, birthdays, and anniversaries.
However, there are a very few families who stand quite in-between these two categories. On one hand, their story is well known – not only for them, but also for their entire community and country, not to mention the authorities. Books and articles are written and they were the topic of conversation for old women in their midnight gossiping, never tired of the subject. Yet, so many details are kept secret, deep within the memories.
The downfall of Lord Voldemort brought the Wizarding world to frenzy. One would have thought that such a happy event would bring stability and serenity, but for the first two years after its demise, Lord Voldemort's terror regime still had its marks on the wizarding society and ministry.
Just like after the first war, it was extremely hard to differentiate between those who were coerced to join Voldemort's ranks and those who did so willingly.
The Ministry was in shambles – the terrible black statue at the entrance proved to be arduous to remove; the mess and clutter that resulted took weeks to clean out and the disorganization and confusion in every single department took nearly two years to sort out.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was overwhelmed. There simply were not enough healers to take care of all the injured and not enough potions to meet the demand.
Azkaban prison existed in name only. With the dementors gone and a shortage of Aurors, prisoners were held in an undisclosed location within the Ministry.
People were torn between the happiness at Voldemort's demise and fear that the war is not really over. Fear of the peace being taken away again quickly after its fragile return overtook the whole wizarding population.
It didn't take long for the news of Voldemort's downfall to spread. Indeed, by morning, the whole world knew.
The skies swarmed with owls, delivering messages of relief and disbelief from places as far as India, the United States and China. It seemed too good to be true.
Muggles were baffled about the uncharacteristic behaviour of the owl population and the thousands of them flooding the sky in any given moment. The temporarily appointed Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, notified the muggle Prime Minister of recent events, after reviving him from a fainting spell that occurred when Kingsley suddenly apparated into his office.
As for Harry Potter, his circumstances were the same as the wizarding world. He was calm, yet anxious. He was sad, yet elated. He didn't know how treat his friends or his surroundings.
But most of all, he didn't know how to begin living life again.