*Chapter 1*
Pottahill
What Ron didn't get, Hermione didn't get. The two laid alone on the hill know as Pottahill. Harry was off signing autographs since, only a week ago, he stood, the phoenix and the Elder Wand clenched in his hand, looking at the dead body of Lord Voldemort.
They over looked the White Tomb, which held the body of the greatest wizard of all time: Albus Dumbledore. Hermone turned to look at Ron be he wasn't in to her as she was when they were about to die, searching for Voldemort's six Horcruxes. The, what seemed to be, the empty body of Ron stared into the sky.
"RONY!" cried Hermione. Ron sat up fast and looked at Hermione.
"Hey!" he said putting his arm around her.
"Are we ever going to return to Hogwarts?" asked Hermione staring at the distant castle.
"Once we capture the remaining Death Eaters" assured Ron.
"Who do we have left?" asked Hermione.
"Luciuos, Bellatrix,…DRACO!" yelled Ron.
"Not in my ear!" cried Hermione jerking away from her boyfriend, holding her ear.
A distant wand raised and a beam shot at them.
"HARRY!" cried Hermione.
The distant figure of The Harry Potter turned and withdrew his wand.
"POTTER! BACK FOR MORE!" cried Draco Malfoy.
"Shut your mouth! Exspellirumus!" cried Harry. Draco's wand flew into the air and snapped on the soft grass.
Harry now wished he wouldn't had stashed the Elder Wand with Dumbledore's dead body, for now he needed it.
"Now good without the Death Stick are you Potter!" cried Draco looking into Harry's puzzled face.
"At least I'M armed" said Harry pointing his wand at Draco.
"You now the curse. Go from being the hero from the dead rat in Azkaban!" cried Draco.
"Don't do it!" whispered Hermione.
"I won't use that curse" said Harry.
"Go…" she started but a chant of "Crucio!" filled the air. Draco was in the air, flipping in pain.
"Not so good when your on that end of the stick now is it Malfoy!" cried Harry.
"Let'im go!" cried Ron.
"Don't tend to him Mr. Weasly" said a voice "I am Headmistress for that"
Harry released Draco as Professor McGonagall walked to Harry.
"Professor!" cried Harry.
"I want turn in the Conquer of Death" she said with a smile "but you and Draco, for your fighting and the clashes of Unfor…" started Macgonigald.
"I DIDN'T CAST ANYTHING!" cried Malfoy.
"Did he Miss Granger?"
"No. Just me, Ron and him" said Hermione.
"Okay. Pack your things. You will enroll as a seventh year" said McGonagall.
"But Professor!" protested Harry.
"Not buts" said McGonagall.
"What if I told you I had something to do" said Harry.
"Like what?" asked the old professor.
"My job as an Auror" said Harry.
"YOU HAVEN'T SIGNED UP YET!" cried Hermione under her breath.
"Then, very well. Your frien…" started the lady yet again.
"He wants us to go with him" snapped Ron.
"NO!" cried the shrivling mouth. "YOU WILL NOT GET OFF WITH POTTER!" cried McGonagall.
"We didn't cast anything. You wan'na see, then here" said Hermione ripping the memory from her body.
"Okay. Good job on your quest Potter" said the old lady walking away to the grounds.
