Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; he will remain with JKR forever.
This story is set after the war… after rounding up all death eaters, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny return to Hogwarts. Due to the war, the times have been frozen to allow Death Eaters to be rounded up. They have returned to the year they would have been in, and everyone else to the year they would have been in.
Chapter 1
"Harry…Harry wake up!" Harry opened his eyes to find Ron shaking him awake "Mum says you've got to get up or we're going to miss the train!" Harry jumped up just as Ron was leaving the room; he got dressed and headed downstairs. No matter how organised the Weasley's were, they were never on time. He closed Ron's door and began pulling his trunk down the stairs. He pulled his trunk to a stop outside and helped Mr Weasley put it into the car.
"Managed to get ministry cars again, it's almost as if you're a celebrity, Harry." Harry blanched at the thought, he was hoping for a normal year at Hogwarts; he should have stopped these thoughts. Harry knew there was never a normal year at Hogwarts. He climbed into the back of the car with Ron and Ginny, Mr and Mrs Weasley got into the front.
"I still can't get over how big these cars are; surely muggles would notice the amount of people in here?" Before any of them had time to answer the driver said "Muggles don't see anything, Mrs Weasley."
They drove in silence to the station, unloaded their trunks and Harry stared at the entrance. He could feel the nerves eating at his stomach; going back wasn't going to be easy. Ron, tapped him on the shoulder, "Come on, Harry, we're late as it is." Harry took Ginny's hand and together they made their way towards the barrier. Ron took it at a run and after glancing behind to check Mr and Mrs Weasley were behind, Ginny and Harry followed. Harry hurried along the platform and hurriedly deposited his luggage in the luggage rack; after helping Ginny with hers, he jumped off the train for final goodbyes. Mr Weasley stepped up to Harry and handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet "You'll see it soon enough. Have a good year, and look after Ginny." He brought Harry into a hug and then turned to speak to Ron. Harry glanced at the Daily Prophet, but before he could read it Mrs Weasley pulled Harry a hug and tears formed in her eyes.
"After all you've been through, you want to go back to school?"
"Mrs Weasley, if I hadn't' I couldn't have lived with myself. Hogwarts will always be my home, and now it's weaker than ever. I need to go back."
"Harry dear, be safe, and try to stay out of trouble"
"I always do, the problem is trouble seems to find me." And with that Harry took Ginny's hand and made his way onto the train, Ron at his heels. They turned and waved to Mrs Weasley who was running along the platform to keep up, when she could no longer be seen they turned and made their way along the carriage to find a compartment. Heads turned everywhere he looked; people even poked their heads out from their compartments to catch a glimpse of him. It was then that Harry knew that he was in for no ordinary year at Hogwarts. If he thought the looks had been bad before they were nothing to what they were now. Most looked at Harry with awe, he was of course, part of the golden trio; but the stares of some were murderous. It was these people that Harry knew he had to tread carefully around. These were the children of Death Eaters. To these families the war had not gone as planned, they were not in control and many were now no longer walking the earth or had been captured and taken to Azkaban.
After heading the whole length of the train, in the last compartment they found Hermione with Neville and Luna. They were sat on the seats closest to the window; Neville and Luna were leant forward, hand in hand in a silent discussion; they all turned as the newcomers arrived. Ginny turned to Harry and put a consoling hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry Harry, everything will go back to normal…well as normal as Hogwarts can ever get." They sat down next to Neville and the door flung open. The gap was filled with none other than Gregory Goyle. He may have been saved by the golden trio, but by the look on his face, Harry knew he no longer cared. "POTTER, YOU WILL PAY! You killed Crabbe and then you locked my father up! Nobody messes with my life, Potter. You will pay!" Goyle lunged, Harry realised too late that he should have been quicker. He was lost in a world of his own, and that had cost him. Goyle was on top of him, wand pointed at his face. A Bang filled the compartment as six wands, all aiming at Goyle, had hexed him in 6 different ways. Goyle was now covered in boils, extra arms and was emitting a very strong odour. Harry looked around to see where the extra wand had come from to find Draco Malfoy hovering in the door way, wand still pointed at Goyle who was now somewhere near the floor.