Harry yawned as he picked at the slice of ham on his breakfast plate. It was a month since school started and the war ended. He and many other students went back for a year of relearning their last (which couldn't really be deemed learning).

Of course Harry had job offers from the ministry to work as an auror, but the job of hunting down dark witches and wizards was no longer as appealing as it seemed before. Harry wasn't entirely sure what to do with his future and it was this precise reason he came back.

Harry had also broken up with Ginny before the war and they had yet to talk about their on-again-off-again relationship. Harry was trying to think of a way to let her down gently. Sure he didn't want to fight anymore, but his thirst for adventure was still as strong as ever, being tied to Ginny would hinder is ability to make his own choices.

That and Harry had been having dreams again. Not Voldemort-induced fever dreams, but actual dreams; much to Harry's surprise and slight discomfort, they starred a variety of males and himself in compromising situations that often lead to cold showers or privacy charms. The strangest one by far had been of him and Blaise Zambini in the quidditch locker rooms.

Ron and Hermione were going out now, Harry was sure they would be married in a year or so judging by how well they seemed to be going. Of course this sometimes left Harry as a bit of a third wheel, but he was hopping it was all part and parcel of the honeymoon phase and that it wouldn't last too long.

Because of his third wheel blues, Harry had taken to hanging out with Luna a lot more. Something about the strange girl comforted him; there was no need to be worried about anything he might feel or say when he was with her. He had also come across to a truce with one Draco Malfoy. Albeit at first it was shaky and they couldn't say more than a few words to each other, but now they could hold at least a small civil conversation about things like the weather or their latest potions assignment.

Slughorn continued to teach potions at Hogwarts, still obsessed with his 'collecting'; now that he was able to say he had taught the Harry Potter his attentions were focused more on a Ravenclaw first year who was apparently showing great promise in his potions classroom.

Snape was also back teaching DADA. Even though everyone was sure he had died from Nagini's attack, they were shocked to find his heart beating at a barely noticeable level. With the help of the anti-venom that he himself had produced in Harry's fifth year for Arthur Weasley, as well as Madame Pomfrey's skilled hands, he was nursed slowly back to health.

Harry had yet to confront Snape about the memories he had seen. He hadn't had the time to so much as see the man. It was the one thing on his long to do list that he held in utmost importance. But Harry was not taking DADA this year as he had already had it mastered in spades and therefore rarely found himself within reach of his once hated professor.

Another thing on his to-do list was working on his animagus training with professor McGonagall. The stern woman he knew before the war had softened considerably in her new post as head mistress. No longer in direct contact with teaching the students, her stress level had appeared to go down quite a bit. She had approached Harry with the idea of finding his animagus form as an extra ability to have for becoming an auror. When Harry informed her of his future career changes, she offered to help him anyway. Harry supposed it would help feel closer to Sirius and his father in some way, and accepted gladly.

As harry continued to poke and prod at his ham Luna skipped up to him from the Ravenclaw table to sit down beside him. A curious pair of bumblebee earrings buzzed near her eyes like actual bugs. "Hello Harry, the wackspurts seem to be swarming you today. Are you feeling ill?"

Harry looked up at the blonde's inquisitive eyes and chuckled a little, "I'm okay Luna really, just thinking too much I suppose."

"Why that's not very good at all is it? I prefer not to think to hard about things. It upsets the nargles you know." Luna dreamily stared off into the area around Harry's head.

"I'll keep that in mind," Harry shook his head slightly.

"So Harry, I was wondering what you were doing this afternoon. If you're free I believe Hagrid has a new litter of three-headed dogs. They're quite charming if not a little bit nippy." Luna smiled.

Harry was trying to figure out where the hell Hagird had found another dog to breed with fluffy but nodded his at Luna's suggestion. He hadn't visited Hagrid at his hut in a couple of weeks and he had a free period after lunch anyway. "Sure Luna sounds great."

"Alright, I'll meet you by the stone ring then?" Harry nodded. He remembered briefly when Hermione had punched Draco's face by the large rocks and chuckled fondly.

Luna nodded and left the table. Harry smiled and finished his breakfast, looking forward to seeing Hagrid and his nippy litter of three-headed dogs.