Warning: THis story is based on the realization that Snape and Dumbledore are not dead, but Harry knows Snape has been good the whole time. Voldemort is dead, but no important characters on our side were killed. Ever. Don't ask. (Actually, the Potter parents must remain dead. Sorry!) Things will happen in this story that actually happened in the series, but they will happen in a different way. Also, a little bit of Drarry, but nothing serious. Enjoy!

"Blimey Harry, wake up! You're going to be bloody late for graduation!" Ron yelled at his bunkmate Harry, startling the boy out of a deep reverie.

"What the..." He jumped out of bed and began to throw his graduation robe on.

"Haha, relax, mate, I was just fooling. But really, it's time for breakfast, so you would have had to get up anyway. Let's go, then!" Ron leaped from his bed to Harry's and forced him out the door. Harry stumbled through the Gryffindor Common Room, and finally got a footing in the middle. There were people everywhere, including the family members of students and previous students themselves. Many people had been allowed to stay in the castle so that they could stay with their graduating loved ones, and keep an eye on them after the fall of Voldemort. No one really wanted to let anyone else out of their sight.

"Why aren't you two buffoons not at breakfast yet?" yelled a familiar voice from the female part of the dormitories. Hermione made her appearance, precariously balancing a dozen books in her arms.

"We could ask the same of you. What are you doing with all of those books? Classes are over, if you remember, adn all three of us have somewhere we need to be," Harry reminded her, earning a scowl.

"Oh, like I don't know that already. I just have to return a few books to the library, adn then I'll meet you in the Great Hall, all right?" She somehow managed to wave goodbye adn gave Ron a peck on the cheek before turning away.

"Later, Harry. Bye, 'Won-won'." Now it was Ron's turn to scowl.

"She's never going to let that go, is she?" he asked Harry as they watched their best friend hustle away.

"I don't know. I mean, it was one of the worst mistakes of your life," Harry joked. "Come on, I'm starving."

The duo left the Common Room and headed straight for the Great Hall. On the way, they met up with Fred and George, who were trying to sell Nose-bleed Nougats to unsuspecting first-years.

"Hello, Harry, Ron," the twins said in unison.

Harry and Ron gaped at them. They were wearing Gryffindor graduation robes, the gold and red accentuating their Weasley hair.

"What are you doing here? And why are you wearing those robes? You aren't gradiating." Ron asked his brothers.

"What?" George asked, pointing to the place where his ear had been. "Sorry, I can't hear you."

"Oh, bugger off, George."

"Actually, brother, we are graduating. The Ministry, as it is now, is making us, so Dumbledore's letting us graduate with you, albeit two years later than normal," Fred clarified for Harry and Ron.

"So where did you get the robes on such short notice?" Harry asked absentmindedly.

"Your rooms," the twins said together, then ran off.

"OI! Come back here!" Ron yelled as her followed his mischievous brothers. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall!" he yelled over his shoulder to Harry.

Harry shrugged. He didn't mind, now that he'd finally get some time to himself for the first time since... Well, a long time.