Harry Potter One Shots

Cards

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The lift doors opened and the cool female voice said, "Atrium."

"Yeah, I know," Ron said irritably, stepping out into the grand hall. A never-ending stream of witches and wizards was pouring out of and into the fireplaces at either side. Ron started forward, accompanied by the two other Aurors.

As usual, many people stopped to stare at the trio. Well, not so much as all three of them, but at least the one just behind Ron, the one with dark hair and glasses.

Harry Potter was trying not to draw attention to himself but it wasn't working. He was just too easily spotted. Having defeated the greatest Dark Wizard in history just eight months ago, he was even more incredibly famous than before.

Walking just behind Harry, Neville Longbottom was strutting along, not even noticing the attention they were getting. He was smiling and waving at people he recognized.

Ron approached a line in front of a fireplace, digging around in his robes for the pouch of Floo Powder.

"Don't they have anything better to do then to stare at me?" Harry muttered to Ron, glancing around wearily.

"Apparently not."

"It's like Hogwarts all over again."

Ron finally found the Floo Powder and pulled it out. Harry and Neville took a handful each.

"Speaking of Hogwarts, want to have a visit?"

"Can't," Harry said. "Minister Kingsley wants a meeting."

"Shame."

"Yeah, I'd have fancied seeing Ginny..."

They reached the fireplace and Ron climbed in first. He nodded to Neville in farewell; he smiled back cheerfully.

"The Burrow!" he said and was whisked away by the fire. He spun and landed in the Weasley's small living room. He stepped out of the grate just in time; another roar of the fire and Harry appeared behind him.

Brushing soot off of themselves, they walked into the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley bustling around the table. George was reading the Daily Prophet and smirked upon seeing them.

"You two are home early. Look what came."

George threw three flat, pentagon-shaped objects onto the table. Harry scooped them up curiously as Ron sat down at the table and pulled a plate towards himself.

"Ron!" Harry said excitedly, handing him one of the objects. Ron took it and surveyed it. Looking up him, smirking, was himself.

"I'm on a Chocolate Frog Card?!" Ron shouted, jumping up.

"Harry Potter, 1980 to present," Harry read from his. "Known for the first and second defeat of the Dark Wizard Voldemort. Oh, saying his name now, are they?"

"Ronald Weasley, 1980 to present," Ron read. "Known for his assistance of Harry Potter's second defeat of the Dark Wizard Voldemort."

"Hermione's got one too!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Says the same thing as yours, though..."

"Wicked!"

Molly swept over and wrapped her arms around her son.

"I'm so proud of you! A Famous Witches and Wizards Card! Just like Dumbledore!"

"Mum, don't cry." Ron was grinning. His bad mood seemed to have evaporated.

"Nice one," George said, shaking Ron's hand as Mrs. Weasley transferred to Harry. "Percy'll hate that you've beat him at something."