Hey guys! I'm back! I finally found the time to fix up the next part of the story. I hope you're still with me on this one. I will really need help though, I might mess up a few information with the connection from the first story to this. So, I would really appreciate your reviews. :)

Thanks for liking the first one, it helped me work on this :) Enjoy! - Leemah

Chapter 1

When Harry Potter stepped out from the phone booth, he immediately knew that some things in the wizarding world had changed. He had been gone almost three years taking a job in London as an auror for the Ministry of Magic, and relocating was something he often had to do. From a long time, this is the first he's ever been back at all. Seeing all the wizards and witches was a sight he sorely missed.

Everyone went about their business walking here and there looking either moody or nonchalant, but Harry was not one of them. On his face was a smile. He had just one briefcase in one hand, like most of them that walked about, so it was not apparent that he had been gone. But it was evident that people still knew who he was because they looked at him as he passed. Harry, though, did not mind this (as always).

He made his way to one of the many lifts, squeezed in through what little crowd could fit and waited to be dropped to his floor. He didn't pay attention to the voice over, but by the looks on the faces of everyone else, he knew this was where he exited. So he did.

It was a large hall with an average amount of people that walked up and down the hall, inside rooms and out. And they all looked rather sullen. Harry began to walk. To where, he didn't know.

"Harry!" called a voice Harry found most familiar, "you came!"

Harry whirled around and flashed a genuine smile of excitement at the red-head fellow, Arthur Weasley. He approached Harry with arms wide open, wrapping them around Harry as they came to a close.

"Mr. Weasley, it's really good to see you." Harry said.

"It's good to see you too, son. Come now, come to my office."

Now about this time, Harry's memory of Arthur Weasley's office was that compared close to that of the cupboard he had lived in as a child. Except, well, a cupboard thar perfectly fit a larger man. To Harry's surprise as they walked in, it was nothing of that sort.

"Mr. Weasley, you're promoted!"

"Didn't I always say I would be, Harry? Or have I just always said that in my mind..." Mr. Weasley ended with a mutter. Harry looked around with wonder at the neatly furnished room and sat himself on the couch.

"Well, I'm really glad for you. Mrs. Weasley must ave thrown a week-long party."

"Month-long's more like it. She just kept those special meals coming. The kids had to drop by every day almost." Mr. Weasley said pausing mid-air to reminisce. Harry too took that moment to think of his friends. In fact, in all the time he had been gone he had never really thought much about them. But as he did now, he began to realize just how much he missed them.

"How are they, by the way? How are Ron and Ginny?" when Harry said her name, a familiar but odd feeling stirred inside him. Mr. Weasley gave him a thoughtful smile.

"They're quite alright. More than quite, actually. Ginny and Neville are expecting their first child before the year ends. Everyone's mighty excited about that."

Harry smiled at the news. He remembered dating her for a while, but not what went wrong with it. She had always been a rather sweet girl.

"Ron and Hermoine have been great. They've really gotten the hang of parenting."

"Oh, so they've children already?"

Mr. Weasley gave Harry a long hard look which Harry took as something he shouldn't have said. Mr. Weasley shifted in his seat and began fumbling through his drawer where pieces of paper and all else flew out from.

"Sorry, have I offended you, sir?" Harry said timidly.

"Oh no no no, Harry, of course not. I've just got a lot on my mind now. The Ministry has been chasing me about..." He continued on about how his work at the Ministry had drastically changed once he was promoted. And all this Harry listened to intently and it had been truly clear to him what Mr. Weasley did regarding Muggles.

Mr. Weasley and Harry landed just a good distance away from the Burrow. A smile crossed Harry's face seeing what he had always deemed home. Molly Weasley greeted them at the door wrapping Harry in a long tight hug.

"Harry, It's been such a long time!"

"I missed you too, Molly." Harry said, chuckling as he struggled to speak. She led him to the kitchen to take a seat and served him a warm drink which Harry recognized but it's smell as his favorite. Mr. Weasley climbed the stairs and from floors up Harry could hear the shrill shriek and giggles of a child accompanied by other voices. Familiar voices. Mrs. Weasley looked up to the sound and shook her head, amused.

"So, Harry dear, tell me how've you been." she said, taking Harry's attention from the racket upstairs.

"I've been...great, actually. I mean, I haven't been bothered by my scar for a year, if that's what you mean."

"That's a good sign, don't you think?"

"It should be. I haven't stopped my search, but nothing seems to be happening. It's been almost two years." Harry said, staring thoughtfully at his drink as it swirled around by magic. Mrs. Weasley looked at him with sorry eyes and just as she was about to speak, a little brown-haired girl ran down the stairs laughing her way to the next room, and following her were Harry's best friends.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermoine cried in unison. Harry stood and they both ran to embrace him. Hermoine began to sob and Ron patted her back.

"I'm sorry, I've been so emotional lately. I've just...it's so nice to see you again, Harry." Hermoine said, wiping her eyes and cheeks. Harry laughed, realizing how much he missed them too.

"There there, love," Ron said, "he's alright. He looks...well, he looks great actually." he stepped back and studied Harry with a curious but intrigued look. "Been working out lately, mate?"

"I've got a lot of free time. It's not much, really."

"Oh he's just being modest." Molly chimed in behind them.

"You look great, Harry." Hermoine assured, patting his shoulder.

"Alright, enough about me, please. That's all I've been getting since I got here. Tell me about you, about anything here. I know I've missed so much. How've you two been?" Harry asked with a sigh of relief. Relief to be back. They all sat round the dining set while a Molly cut and serve them desert.

"Well, we've been great," Hermoine said with a smile, glancing at Ron as he took her hand.

"Grand," Ron added, "this whole marriage thing's really quite the adventure."

"I'm really happy for you two, really. But I am truly sorry I missed your big day." Harry said.

"Nonsense," Hermoine said promptly, cutting herself a slice of dessert and feeding Ron. "We completely understand. We know how busy you've been with the Ministry and all. There's no need to apologize."

Ron nodded in agreement as he chewed. Harry gave a side smile and thanked them for their kindness. "I can't help what the Ministry demands. Being an auror is tough. Although, you know, I do feel I've missed much more than I think I have."

Ron and Hermoine exchanged meaningful looks. Quickly, Ron fed himself another slice.

"What do you mean, Harry?" Hermoine asked.

"Well, I know it's been two years—and a half—but it feels like Ive missed a lot more than that, you know what I mean?" he said with a rather confused look on his face. Molly was studying him now even while she tried to busy herself at the counter. Ron and Hermoine nodded lightly, but none reassured him of his query.

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