Hi everyone! And welcome to my very first story!

As you may surely notice english is NOT my first language but I'm really putting up an effort and trying to writte it as much as I can, so I will be very gratefull if you could tolerate me or even correct my grammar (as much as you like). And review! I'd love to know your opinion or your ideas about what do you want to happen in this little universe :)

I intend to make some couples among Hogwarts students: Harmony (Harry + Hermione) and Druna (Draco + Luna) are already fixed. And I don't now yet how very bad I'll treat some other characters like Ron, Mrs Weasley, Dumbledore or Ginny. So please, feel free to tell me what would you like -this is a little experiment for me, to writte for others.

Disclaimer: of course I don't own Harry Potter, every rigth over the characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and such.

Enjoy!

Preface.

The war was over, and so were the funerals, ceremonies and most of the cleaning or re-building. And yet it seemed the worst hadn't finished yet. From the window of the new Headmistress's office she could see the part of the grounds destined to the lost heroes' mausoleum, still covered by magical flowers, candles, photographies and notes from their loved ones. It felt incredibly unfair that she had to keep living while all those young brave kids were gone. She sighed again, feeling old and really tired. She let herself fall in her desk chair and readied herself for her task. Writing the letters for the new term, and worst of all, not writing those whose addressed students were not coming back.

-¡Silence! -She shouted to all the portraits of headmasters over her head- The decision is final. I've got more than enough. All of you had your time to rule this institution and now it's mine. Merlin knows I'll make mistakes, but this is not one of them. Albus, I've followed you blindfolded, you know that much, but maybe if we all would have questioned you a bit more there wouldn't be a graveyard in my window's sight. And for the rest, I'll beg you all to keep it quiet or I'll get you all removed and stored in the room of requirements. –There was still some disapproving mumbling from some of the portraits, and she even could hear some sexist remarks from one of the oldest one, which she certainly would remove before September the first, but the noise faded away little after.-Thanks you all.

The next year of classes would be an absolute madness, she was well aware. Half of the staff was dead, most of the students were hurt beyond imagination, grown up beforehand and terrorised. Hate or remorse eating them alive and instigating them to throw themselves at some other's throats… and all that without counting the new comers from muggle world. How would she be able to convince the parents of those poor children was beyond her, but right now there was a true need of muggle-born kids. They were needed as an example of why the war was fought for, and to repopulate magical community. Why they should have right to study…how they were worthy of the high prize the magical community has paid.

A low nock was heard on the office door. –'Come in. Oh, Filius, please have a sit.'

-'There's no need Minerva, dear' –the tiny professor said. –'I just passed by to inform you the charms has been placed. We've got everything you asked for.'

-'That's splendid, thanks you all. I'll check it all first thing in the morning.'

-'And Minerva, we all think you should maybe take some days off. I can do those visits and the writing for you. It's always been deputy headmistress work either way' –said the jovial man winking an eye.

-'It's ok, really. I've been doing it for years. It helps me keep tabs with the students.'

It was the second July. Two months after that horrid day where everything came to an end. Voldemort, his army of deatheaters, the life of too many good friends… but it seemed both yesterday and a whole life from now. As everyday Harry Potter opened his green eyes in screams, sweating and completely disoriented. He raised his wand in protection before realizing he was alone in his room. He let his wand on the bedside table and got his glasses instead. Now, that was better. He lifted the silencing spell he casted every night on the room and got up. He had been living on an anonymous rent flat in muggle London for two months now.

He listened to the silence, waiting for his breathing and pulse to came back to normal. He felt helpless those days. As stupid as it might seem, while there was a war going on he knew what he had to do. He had a goal. Things to do and people to protect, but now…he felt left in the dark. Alone and lost. He hadn't had a purpose anymore. Right after the war there were things to do. The funerals, the re-building… but even then something in him started to feel wrong.

The Weasleys had invited him to the burrow, but nothing was the same. All of them were broken, and needed time to heal. And he felt they needed time alone, just the family, to do so. Of course all of them had told him that he was part of the family, but that wasn't exactly true. He had only arrived some years ago, and even then, he had only get to spend a certain amount of time with most of them. He was a family friend, of course, but it wasn't a good time for him to be in the burrow.

Hermione was in Australia. She sent him lots of letters but nevertheless she was at the antipodes, looking for her own family. Without luck, so far. He had thought about going with her, as she had followed him to find the horrocruxes, but then she said it. Just when he was about to ask her if he could go, almost two months ago she had said the phrase: "I think it will be what I need now. Some time alone to sort myself out. Get to know me and discover who I wanna be, by myself, you know. I need to sort out who I am, not being your "bookworm sidekick" anymore." It had burned him to hear that because even if she didn't mean to say it…it expressed all she had sacrificed to that stupid war. To him. And he had bitten his tongue and allow her to get as far as the other side of the world. He had done damage enough as it was. The least he could do for them was to let them the time and space to rearrange their lives.

But universe has its own strange way to sort things out. It may let you down for eons in heavy silence, and one day, out of the blue, it will out of the blue begin to throw you ropes and leaders of every single colour and material you can imagine. And that was about to happen. Just because of yes. Fate is a strange thing. Random, chaotic stuff. If there really is there a God out there he is surely bored to death, and that's why he tries to amuse himself with all those ironic plot twists.

Once his heart rate had come back to normal and his mind stopped racing he realized the real reason of his sudden wake up. A beautiful owl was by his window. He opened it and took the letter she was carrying and gave her a little trick he always had for such occasions. The animal took flight again and disappeared in London's grey sky. He sat in bed looking at the official looking envelope. It was addressed to him from the "department of home and magical families' affairs" with a Gringotts letter attached to it. He had received some letters from the magical bank by now, most of them concerning wills of his deceased friends, but never had them anything to do with the ministry. He didn't even knew there was a family division. But now he come to think of it he thought it was something to be expected. There was a muggle registry of family, so wizards having one too seemed logical.

He poured himself a huge cup of black tea and sited on his dinning stool to read them.

As he had supposed the Gringots letter was a citation to meet with the will keeper of Remus and Tonks will. He took a deep breath to resume reading. He was due to be at the bank by the day after tomorrow at eleven o'clock. Surely most of the order would be there too. He sighed trying not to shed the tears welling in his eyes. He decided to read the other letter, if just for cleaning his mind of those sad memories. It was also a citation. That one was for the next Wednesday –a whole week from today… and that was when he choked with his drink.

"Illustrious Mr. Potter

We're happy to inform you that the Ministry had finally resolved the process to the foster-parenting of Mr. Ted Sirius Lupin and is ready to make official your custody. The ceremony will take place next Wednesday, the 9th July on the condition that all the remaining unresolved premises had been properly arranged.

We enlist those below:

-A written request from the former parents to give you the custody of the child.

-An acceptable threshold for the child to be raised in.

-Economical resources enough for the upbringing of the child.

-the written will of the foster parents to care of the child.*

-the renounce of the foster parents in case of decease or incapability.

*As article "F.457, b" specifies only a married couple can foster child form a married couple, not to break the continuity of the wished education for the kid.

Yours sincerely,

Brunilda W. Kindmeadow