Harry, Ron and Hermione are at some Ministry party. You know the type; having to mingle with people from other departments, making small talk with middle-managers about filing errors, and being bored out of your mind the entire time.
Anyway, Ron and Hermione are flirting with each-other (nothing new there), and Harry is trying not to yawn at Jim from Magical Maintenance’s story about rain residue. Jim notices a passing colleague, and stops him to introduce Harry.
‘Martin Schulls- meet Harry Potter. No doubt you’ve heard of him.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ says Schulls. ‘Ron Weasley’s best friend, right?’
Harry drops his glass of champagne with a crash, his mouth falling open. Nearby, Ron’s head has swivelled round, his eyes widening with surprise.
‘Harry,’ asks Jim from Magical Maintenance. ‘Are you okay?’
The two ministry colleagues gasp as the boy who lived begins to weep, his mouth stretching into a wide smile. He looks at Ron, tears dripping down the cheeks of the redheaded man, and turns back to his colleagues.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to be introduced as that.’
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