Summary: Harry and Ron wake up in St Mungos three years after the Battle of Hogwarts to find no-one beside them. Can they show the power of true love?

Flashback (Three Years Ago)

Harry sat by the dining table at the Burrow on his own after another sleepless night, looking at the Weasley's unique clock to see that his own name had been added to the faces which gave him a great sense of affection to the Weasley's. However negative waves swept through him when he saw Fred's name with the title "gone". He glanced in the small mirror beside it to see the reflection of Ginny.

Ginny said "we all miss him too, but don't let blame yourself Harry," as if reading his mind with an unusually stern expression on her face. With that Harry dozed to sleep, his dreams full of manes of red hair.

Harry woke up the next morning to find his head resting against the dining table only to be woken up by bickering from the stairs.

"Oh what a surprise," muttered Harry to Ginny as he turned round to see Ron and Hermione and then lazily flicked his wand to pull back two chairs at the dining table beside him.

"There's a letter for you three," gestured Mrs Weasley at the "Golden Trio". Harry opened it to find a letter from the new headmistress, his old Transfiguration teacher and now headmistress Professor McGonagall.

Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione, (Harry registered the use of their first names)

I wish to inform you that we would like your services in reconstructing Hogwarts School as well as notifying any members of friend and families who may assist you.

Furthermore, the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley, would like you to fill some positions in the Auror Department without having to take your NEWT examinations, although of course Ms Granger will probably think otherwise. (Smirks arose on Harry and Ron's faces)

Yours Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The trio sat silently with expressionless faces for what seemed like a long time until Hermione spoke up.

"I think we should complete our owls first, don't you think."

"Just because you can get an "O" in all the exams with a blindfold on doesn't mean we can," replied Ron.

"Oh shut up Ronald," Hermione said blushing.

At this point all the Weasleys had gathered at the dining table all sipping Mrs Weasley's onion soup.

"We should all floo in after breakfast," Bill voiced to murmurs of consent.

At precisely 10am a fortnight after the battle, the whole family flooed in to find Professor McGonagall waiting there.

"Harry and Ron, you can take charge of the West Tower aided by Professor Slughorn and the rest of you can come with me to convene in the Great Hall."

"What about Hermione?" blurted out Ron with great anxiety.

"There will be a job with her specifically in mind," said Professor McGonagall with a Dumbledore-esc twinkle in her eye.

Harry and Ron sauntered to the West Tower with Ron looking visibly disgruntled.

"Look Ron you don't always need to stick to her like superglue you know."

"What the bloody hell is superglue?" said Ron as they almost reached the owlery.

"A kind of muggle Spellotape," replied Harry.

Harry and Ron continued up the dilapidated staircase having to occasionally skip a step to avoid falling before reaching the top to be greeted by a portly Professor Slughorn.

"Harry my boy! And Rupert is it? Harry felt Ron's frustration emanating off him.

"So Professor, are we doing the staircase or roof first?"

"Er, I think the roof first with enchantments of course Harry" responded Slughorn in a strangely robotic voice undetected by either Harry or Ron.

"Protego totalum, salvio hexia, cave iminicum, protego horribilis, muffliato" muttered Harry and Ron

When two audible voices exclaimed, "Deprimo!" leading to the owlery floor collapsing.