Gifts for the Ignorant

"You are our last hope, Harry." "Might I suggest drawing up a will for yourself then?" "This is serious my boy." "I pity you if you think I was being anything but. And Headmaster? I'm not your boy." In which the Boy-Who-Lived began as the Girl-Who-Died, and the wizarding world is left with a savoir that has no interest in saving. SI