NO ONES PUSHOVER

Chapter 1

Naw.

He wasn't anyones pushover anymore.

He was himself.

Finally.

The feeling was great. He felt so free, alive and well everything came to an abrupt end, too abrupt if you asked him.

When Harry James Potter had defeated Voldemort in the 7th year, time had frozen. The last few moments had involuntarily been imbedded in his mind and forever to be his memory. Digging through his skull and pushing any happy thoughts that sought to come forth for the first month. Basically he had been in shock.

And that was a surprise itself. You know finally beating the evil wizard of his time and generations of before. Creating a place in history- again, fulfilling the responsibility that everyone had expected to him to complete. Finally getting to avenge his parents, and all the people that Voldemort had ruined (ex: Longbottoms) and murdered.

That day in which the defeat had occurred, he asked to be called 'No ones Pushover Day.' A day, in which he hoped that people, overcame their fears and didn't get kicked around. But also why the name mattered because he had finally done it, he didn't have to be in fear all the time. His friends and those close to him wouldn't be in fear. He could live a life. He was finally no ones pushover. Not Voldemorts or any of his Death Eaters. (Or Snapes, because he had graduated) Life could actually be pleasant.

Spoke to soon.

He was so caught up with his thoughts, that he walked into something or rather someone.

Mental Note Never think and walk at the same time Classified – Highly dangerous.

"I'm really-"he cut off as his eyes contacted hers. His breath caught his throat and his tongue suddenly turned into jelly. He stammered out the rest of his apology "S-sory," he lamely finished. He automatically got up and helped her up. He applauded himself that he came to his senses quickly. Last time when he smashed into a girl he had just lain on the floor staring at her. As she walked away, turning back only to glare at him. Yes he was officially classified as totally hopeless.

"Thanks," was the mystery girl's response.

He gave a curt nod, of at least tried to; he ended up looking stupid- again.

Now had defeated Voldemort, but he had more problems with girls. Well that could be because half the human population was female. Jeez even with Voldemort it was hard, he had an excuse never to get really close, because of possible danger. But now he was out of the way, destiny was hitting him 7 times as hard, from not facing his fear during Hogwarts. It seemed to follow him everywhere he went, he was constantly bumping into girls stuttering and "Thinking while walking." It really was a bad combination.

See, he could beat a merciless, vicious, mutated, snake-like murderer, but he was stammered, and turned pink in the nose(yes I know very weird) around girls. Girls!

He should be able to do better then that!

But I had help then maybe- that it, Yes! He needed advice he could talk to Remus. After all he was a Marauder and was and hung out with Ladies Man. The thought of Sirus stopped him. He still flinched from the memory. The way that he had been convicted and jailed and kil- 'Stop it' he scolded himself 'Get a hold of yourself.' Well, that was that, he could invite Remus over Dinner.

Hey Y'all this is Rani Singla here! How did you like it? Hope it was olay. I'm making Harry a hopeless nut in this story! Tell me what you think by reviwing!