[a/n-1]Due to loud demands for Harry to meet the Wizengamot after Daphne got hold of him there will be a sequel soon. Do have a few half-written that I'll need to finish up before giving it my full attention.

[a/n]Another postwar moment

Harry Does Different CCCXXXII

Mrs Pettigrew

THE QUIBBLER

JULY 15 1997

Orders of Merlin

Never in the history of magic have so many of the coveted award been issued. In fact, we'll list the names on page 2. Both First Class and Second were given in unprecedented numbers. Many Third Class will be awarded to those who donated their time and skills to repairing the battle damage.

This first part will only mention that, due to the creation of Horcruxes, the foulest of magic, any attempt to defeat Voldemort would have been in vain as he was essentially immortal. He was not killed in 1981, only defeated. Separated from his body. Three semi-educated students, armed only with their wands and the advice of their fallen Headmaster spent much of the past year on a quest to destroy these horrid creations. Without which, the great Battle of Hogwarts would only have needed to be refought by future heroes.

We of course refer to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley.

By Xeno Lovegood

"I am sick to death seeing that attention seeking brat's face." Not everyone in Diagon Alley that morning was a Harry Potter fan.

She happened to be passing the one place where she would most not be welcome. The proprietor scowled harshly "Hello there ma'am. Fred Weasley, owner of this establishment. Now, thanks to Harry…and many others… including my twin… we live in a world where you can express an unpopular opinion. Just know it will never be welcome in my store. And that I would prefer it around the back, with the dumpsters."

"Well, aren't you a rude pile of dragon dung?" she countered coldly

That was when Fred smiled pleasantly "Well, good afternoon Harry!"

"Fred." He nodded, then to the woman "Miss? Auror patrol. Is there a problem?"

She complained "This hoodlum is interfering with my right to speak my mind. I demand you arrest him. I demand you press FULL charges!"

"Of course, ma'am." Harry's face was completely serious, except for a familiar twinkle he shot his friend "Though for purposes of full disclosure, you should know he is my future brother-in-law. Well. One of them anyway. Your name please?"

This was when the witch turned to look at him "Timothea McGonagall Pettigrew! Yes, the Headmistress of Hogwarts is family. Second cousin. That should show my importan- - -YOU!" **crack**

"Petrifcus Totalis!" Harry spun and fired all but simultaneously, dropping the assailant in the street. Other than an angry red pattern of fingers streaking his cheek, he was quite unhurt. Just angry. "Mobilcorpus! Later Fred. Got some work."

Abcij

Harry strolled into Auror HQ behind his stunned, bound and floating prisoner. The walk had rather washed away his anger, leaving a pleased smirk in its place. He nodded at the witch manning the desk "Afternoon, Mafalda, disturbing the peace and assault on a Auror."

"Mr. Potter, how many times have we discussed this?" Mafalda Hopkirk had received a sizable promotion in the post-Voldemort purges "Address me as Ms. Hopkirk at all times."

To which he shrugged cheerily "Too much of that in school. You're lucky I don't call you Maffy or something. Anyway, shall we get this one in a holding cell?"

"Finite Incantatum" the senior administrator cast, bringing the captive around. She seemed to dismiss Harry with her eyes but he remained, wand at the ready. "Name?"

After righting herself, smoothing her robes and glaring at Harry, she declared "MRS. Timothea McGonagall Pettigrew! And you, boy, are in so much trouble. MY son is a deceased recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class! I am entitled to the same respect he would!"

"I am deeply sorry for you los- -" Mafalda began.

Harry overrode her apology, wand shaking "Pettigrew? AS in that rat Peter?"

"I resent that characterization of my son as a rat. My son was a hero of the last war." She snarled, advancing angrily on the Auror and going for her wand.

Harry was long battle hardened and with months of patrol experience, a casual flick of his wand and a quick "Expelliarmus!" sent the witch's wand across the squadroom. Only then did he let go of his anger, catching her by the throat and speaking harshly "Pettigrew?! Woman, your son was a rat! Literally as an animagus! But as a lowlife traitor to his best friends! And even Voldemort didn't think him all that important. He certainly wasn't competent. I killed him escaping from a cell in Malfoy Manor."

"Murderer! Did you hear that?" Mrs. Pettigrew screeched and twisted away from him. It was not a good move, as her momentum carried her into a cell. She rebounded off the locked bars. "You lying little brat!"

Harry sneered at her "Daily Prophet called me that for three years. I proved them wrong! And he wasn't just a traitor, he was a murderer. Remember Cedric Diggory? Cast the AK himself with Voldemort's wand. Your precious Peter didn't deserve an OOM. Malfoy probably fed his corpse to a snake and THAT'S more than he deserved!"

"Right Harry, back out on patrol." An authoritative voice commanded.

He spun and began an angry retort but bit a word in two "Meahh - - Gawain. A caution, she's claiming Order of Merlin privileges. Something Peter Pettigrew NEVER should have received. Now, out on patrol I go. See ya Mafalda."