Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction EVER. WOO. This excites me. It's not done, it'll have one more chapter. If I don't get any reviews, probably not gonna finish it... So if you want another chapter, you know what to do :)

None of these characters are mine... Unfortunately. All belong to Queen JK Rowling.

It had been a year since the battle at Hogwarts. The last funerals had occurred, and the school was finally rebuilt. Harry thought it was easier getting up in the mornings, at least.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been spending a lot of time together, naturally. Ginny had gone back to Hogwarts to finish school, but surprisingly Hermione had opted out, claiming she'd go back after a year to recoup. To be honest, the real reason was because she didn't want to go back to Hogwarts was because Ron and Harry were taking a year off, and she didn't feel she could enjoy it without them.

Ron had been helping George at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and Harry figured he'd take a break from everything for a few months, and go back to finish school next year. He knew that anyone would hire him with or without graduating purely because he was Harry Potter, but he wanted to finish his experience at Hogwarts.

One day, Harry walked into the living room of the burrow, looking to ask Ron to a one-on-one Quidditch game. He stopped when he saw Hermione and Ron on the couch whispering to each other. When they saw him, they abruptly stopped talking and stood up, looking anxiously at Harry. He felt like he was experiencing déjà-vu… this seemed oddly similar to when they were caught talking about him behind his back when they were hunting horcruxes.

"Harry! Erm…How are you?" Hermione asked. Harry looked warily at the both of them.

"Uh, fine, I guess. You?" Harry wracked his brain, trying to come up for a reason as to why the two of them were acting oddly.

Ron spoke first. "Alright, mate. Um, listen…" He looked at Hermione. Obviously this was her cue to talk.

"We've been thinking," Hermione said, "Harry… my parents… they're still in Australia."

Harry let out a breath. Thank god it wasn't anything bad. He'd known for a while that Hermione wanted her parents back, and he'd gladly go with her and Ron to find them. "Oh, right, of course. So when do you want to leave? I'm fine for any time." He waited for them to reply. They both glanced at each other nervously.

"Well…um, Harry…we…" Hermione was at a loss for words.

"We were going to go alone, mate. As in, just the two of us." Ron looked at the floor.

Harry stood, shell-shocked. His mind wasn't processing what Ron had just said. Hermione. Ron. Australia. Without him. When it finally sunk in, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The air in the room suddenly felt too hot. Harry felt compressed, like all the oxygen in the room was forcing itself against him.

"Uh… Right. Okay… When are you leaving?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, mirroring the other's anxious looks. Apparently neither of them had been expecting this response. "We…we were thinking tomorrow morning. I'd like to get them back as soon as possible." Hermione stared at Harry, expecting him to lash out in anger or something.

"Okay then. Have fun, then. And good luck."

"Wait! Aren't…aren't you going to see us off tomorrow?" Hermione asked. Ron was shuffling on his feet, looking expectantly at Harry.

Harry didn't want to be in the room with them anymore. He didn't want to believe that his two best friends were going off without him for who knows how long. I mean sure, there was that one time that they went together to Hogsmeade without him, but that was only for a few hours. Any other time it was Harry with one or the other while they had one of their famous fights.

"No. No, I don't think so… I'm going to go find somewhere else to live, I think. I don't want to keep living off your family, mate." Harry looked at the two of them, suddenly filled with pain. "Bye." And with that, he disapparated.

Ron looked at Hermione. "That went well."