Quill to Parchment

Chapter One

The cloaked woman hurried across the busy London street towards the ordinary, red phone box. However, it wasn't ordinary to every one. Those who possessed magical blood could punch in the code for the entrance to the Ministry of Magic. And that's exactly what the woman did. She opened the door and stood inside, quickly checking the street for any witnesses. Those around her were too occupied with their life to notice what was about to happen. The woman stretched out her pale fingers and hit the numbers: 62442.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your objective." The cool, female voice requested.

"I have an important meeting with Harry Potter." The woman responded.

A badge fell out of the coin section and Joanne picked it up and held it in her hands. Visitor - important meeting with HP. The phone booth shuddered and began to move in a downwards direction. The busy street of London disappeared and was replaced with a busy underground Ministry that muggles were completely oblivious to.

The woman walked calmly out the door and followed the stream of witches, wizards, goblins and elves to the lifts. She squeezed into a crowded lift by the door and pressed the button to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Auror's offices. The lift took sharp twists and turns and stopped suddenly, multiple times, to release people. There were two people left in the lift when it was finally on its way to the woman's destination.  

"Oh Ronald, it's only a meeting with Kingsley, I'll be fine." The lady with light brown hair, combed into a bun, fussed to the red head.

"He's the Minster for Magic Hermione, I don't know how you can stay calm about it."

"We have known him for six years now, he's not a stranger."

"Hey!" The red head exclaimed, noticing the woman's badge.

She turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Ron. Don't shout." Hermione scolded, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"Are you going for a meeting with Harry?" Ron asked, gesturing to her badge.

The lady nodded, "Yes. Mr Potter and I have an important meeting this morning."

The lift stopped suddenly and the cool, female voice returned. "Department of Magical Law Enforcement." The iron gate opened and the woman stepped out, Hermione and Ronald followed.

A tall male with round glasses and entrancing green eyes stood beside the lift, the lady couldn't help but notice the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Harry, mate!"

"Harry!"

The two lift accompanies greeted him personally, giving Harry a swift hug and handshake. "Ron, Hermione!" Harry Potter replied.

"We better go. See you later Harry." said Ron, nodding his head and taking Hermione's hand before walking off.

"You must be the writer that Kingsley was telling me all about? What is your name sorry?" Harry Potter asked the woman standing awkwardly by the lift. She nodded and walked forwards, her arm outstretched.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Potter. My name is of no great importance just yet, Mr Potter."

"Harry. Call me Harry." He requested with a quizzical stare. "Shall we walk?"

The woman nodded and followed the legendary wizard past offices and balconies before the reached a door with a golden plate reading Auror Harry Potter.

"You'll have to excuse the mess, I have recently received bunches of mail that I have gotten around to opening yet."

"I understand." The mysterious woman laughed.

Harry opened the door and allowed her to walk inside. The office was rather big and spacious. Bookshelves lined the wall and the wooden desk faced a window overlooking the entire Ministry.

"Please take a seat. As I understand, you wanted to write an article about me...?" Harry asked, sitting down on the leather chair.

The lady pulled a file of paper out of her briefcase and laid it on the desk. "More than an article Mr Po-Harry. A book series. Your journey and adventures throughout Hogwarts, the dangers you faced and the people you saved, all written onto pages and sold to both the Wizarding world and Muggle world."

Harry scratched his nose and pushed his glasses forwards his eyes. He dreaded the thought of more publicity. "When you say muggle world are you suggesting that we reveal our magic to them?"

"Oh no. Definitely not, that would produce a danger on our entire existence. I'm suggesting that we place it under the fiction category so Muggles can only dream that this is real rather than actually knowing."

Harry hummed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I understand if this is too confronting. Revisiting those memories of the past years and events-"

"Do you mind if I think about it, it's a big decision."

The woman nodded. "Of course. Let me know when you have an answer." She stuffed the files which contained plots and book title suggestions back into her briefcase and stood up. "Thank you for meeting with me Mr Potter."

Harry shook her hand and the woman hurriedly left his office. The past seven years contained the best and worst moments of his life. He had only just shut the drawer to them, intending to start a fresh and the thought of revisiting them made his stomach churn. Could he bare to remember the losses in the war, mostly because of him? Could he face the publicity which had only just started to die down? Could he put his family and friends through it?

"Ron?" Harry had pulled out the mirror which once belonged to Sirius, Ron owned the pair.

"Harry, is everything ok? What was that meeting about?" answered Ron.

"The lady wants to write a series about our adventures at Hogwarts, the seven years."

"Books? About us? Do you think anybody would want to read them?"

"According to her, yes."

Ron shrugged, "I don't know mate, I'm fine with it, it's up to you?"

"Do you think Hermione would mind?" Harry asked, subconsciously scribbling a quill on a piece of parchment.

Ron laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Books? More books for Hermione to read? Of course she wouldn't mind!"

Harry chuckled and nodded. "Okay then, so it'll be."

"Wanna go for lunch later?"

"See you at twelve." Harry replied and put the mirror down. As he did so, he noticed a card with the woman's contact details. Harry picked up a quill and some fresh parchment.

"Ok. When do we start?" The piece of parchment folded itself into a paper plane before darting out of the office.

Within minutes, it had returned with new writing on it.

"Wonderful news, Harry. We'll start tomorrow. Yours truely,
-J.K. Rowling."