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Chapter 1: I have an announcement to make
Hallie James Potter was a woman on a mission and Merlin help you if you got in her way. The Woman-Who-Conquered was stalking through the ministry with a steady clip and a fierce expression. Her green eyes were on fire and people were jumping out of her way, as though she was going to start shooting Avada Kedavra’s from them, if they didn’t clear the way quick enough.
She cut quite an imposing figure, all 5 ft 5 of her. Her curly black hair was wilder than ever and if you looked close enough, you’d see the occasional flash of lightning through it, indicating her severe ire. That her blue haired godson clung to her like a limpet, didn’t detract from her dangerous aura; if anything, it added to it. She was a lioness protecting her cub.
She was also gathering quite a following despite all this, because dangerous or not, the sheeple of wizarding Britain couldn’t pass up hot goss. They were itching to know where their savior was going, so angrily, at such an early hour.
They followed her down to the Department of Mysteries, and into the room containing the infamous ‘Veil of Death’. As word of her actions spread throughout the ministry building, and no doubt to the rest of the wizarding population, the crowd gathering behind her kept growing, while simultaneously giving her a wide berth, which led to much shuffling, shoving and elbows in places they should not be.
The savior of the wizarding world moved around the arch drawing what looked like runes in the air with practiced but effortless looking movements. When she finished her drawing, she stood in front of the archway with her head tilted, as if listening to something. Abruptly, she nodded her head as if giving confirmation, and turned to address the ever-growing crowd.
“My fellow magical beings, today I have an announcement to make, and I’m afraid It’s not one any of you are going to like.” Her shark- like smile as she spoke definitely set folks on edge and sent shivers down many a spine.
The whispers that begun at her proclamation were silenced by her continuing monologue.
“I am here today to tell you that officially, I am done. 100% done with all your bullshit. As of today, I am leaving this wizarding world behind and if I'm lucky, and my research proves to be correct, I'll never have set foot in this hell hole again.
“Since I allegedly "vanquished" a shitty "Dark Lord" one random Halloween night, as a baby mind you, you’ve all placed this burden upon my too young shoulders. I was proclaimed The-Girl-Who-Lived before my parents bodies were cooling in the ground. A prophecy child that was going to swoop in and solve all your problems while you buried your heads in the sand and did nothing.
“But, alas, my work here is finally fucking done. Six years ago I killed that no nose bastard, Voldemort!" She paused because people still shudder at the dumb ass name, even after all this time.
“VOLDEMORT!” she emphasized, “is dead and, as of yesterday, all his followers have been rounded up and either shipped to Azkaban or Kissed.
“So, as such, you lot are no longer my problem. Moments before I even set foot in the Ministry this morning, I went to Gringotts and emptied out each and every vault in my possession. I packed up my home and said goodbye to my loved ones, because even they understand I cannot stay here any longer.
“I think my last words will be that I hope all of you ungrateful fucks get off your asses and learn to think and do for yourselves. Because Ive done so much and you just want more and I have no more I'm willing to give. I want you all to remember this moment when the next big bad comes around and starts terrorizing the masses. Remember how your actions chased off your so called Savior. Remember how your stalking, pushing, prodding, and demanding brought us here.
"Remember how I would have been happy to stay help you if you had just put in a little effort to help yourselves in return. I mean for Merlin sake, you're all given a deadly weapon at age eleven!!! Then spend seven years learning how to use it, yet you cower, scream and flee when someone casts a bombarda at a building. ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT WIXEN??!? YOU HAVE THE SAME MAGIC THEY DO!! USE. IT.
"Because you won't be able to use me or my son ever again."
She turned to once again walk the circumference of the veil, tracing more foreign runes.
She looked smug and relaxed in posture when she finished and checked her watch for the time last time.
On the hour, seven gong sounds came booming out from the mysterious veil itself.
Her grin widened and a foreboding feeling gripped the gawking crowd. More then one scourgify would be needed for those who quite literally shit their pants in fright.
“Now, before Bitch-Ass Dumbledore, and his Delusional-Ass "Light" followers get here to try and stop me, I'll be taking my leave.”
And with that, Hallie James Potter, The Girl-Who-Lived, The-Woman-Who-Conquered, turned and walked confidently through the veil, leaving stunned silence in her wake- that is until the archway of death gave a great grumble and collapsed in on itself.
Their savior had left them, wanting never to return, and destroying any hope of bringing her back anyway. No, they did not like this announcement, indeed
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