Harry glanced at the mirror nervously. His dark hair was, as usual, pointing in all different directions. His glasses were slightly askew, which he fixed, while his fingers fidgeted with the ends of his crimson scarf which was wound around his neck.
At first, when he had heard of the news, Harry had been ecstatic, while Ginny had started to plan shopping, with a reluctant Hermione. Ron of course had quickly forgotten about it, as soon as his stomach had emitted a very loud and demanding noise.
It had been almost seven years since the War and nothing had pretty much changed. Harry's scar had faded, leaving only a light impression on his forehead, which was almost always covered up by strands of his hair. He and Ginny had got along quite well and were preparing to submit their names as a current couple to the Ministry's Marriage Law system. (After the War, the Ministry had taken precautions in making sure that the wizarding race did not die out. Meaning that everyone under the age of thirty had to marry to someone before the eight years preceding the law was over. However, unmarried couples could submit their names and some paperwork to ensure that they stayed together. So long as they married before the due date. ) It was a reasonable and justified proposal and they were given plenty of time. The Malfoy family had faded out of society in the past few years, with less and less newspapers bothering to report their numerous 'scandals'.
Hermione was engaged to Ron (big surprise) and George was engaged to Angelina Johnson. Neville and Luna were also dating and rumours were that Millicent Bulstrode's father had offered two million galleons to any young man (pureblood of course) who would marry her. Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's had shared a good laugh together at this news.
And now, he had (well, everyone had) received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for a school reunion. This was why he was paying particular attention to his appearance. Although it didn't seem to matter with the press whether he stepped out onto the streets wearing trackies and barefooted with his eyes blinking sleepily or caught accidentally entering the witches' bathroom… It seemed everywhere he went, the journalists, the cameras and the eagerly waiting Self-Writing Quills would be right behind him. And when they did find something to make the front-page, it was usually something embarrassing. His mate, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would be splitting their sides and rolling around on the floor everytime.
Sighing, Harry tore his eyes away from the now sniggering mirror and strode over to the living room. Ginny was there, in a splendid light orange dress, her fiery red hair curling down her back and her bare shoulders covered with a light honey-coloured shawl. She stood up and smiled widely, her eyes shooting to his hair. Ginny pulled out her wand and managed to coax Harry's sprawling hair into a acceptable state, and additionally smoothing out the creases on his shirt.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I wonder if everyone will actually come?" Ginny replied, linking her arm with Harry's as they Apparated together to Ron and Hermione's house. They had arranged to meet up with them and go together.
Both Harry and Ginny appeared with a loud crack, in Ron's living room, startling Hermione.
"Yeouch!" Hermione complained, as the tea she had been pouring had slopped all over her.
"Sorry!" Harry exclaimed while Ron, who had been struggling with his sock, suddenly appeared and sprinted towards Hermione, nearly tripping over Ginny's feet. He examined Hermione's hand while Ginny cleared the mess with her wand. Hermione rolled her eyes and tapped her foot impatiently.
"C'mon Ron! I'll be alright. We're going to be late and Harry and Gin are waiting for us! And oh my goodness have you been wasting all this time trying to put my sock on?" Hermione scolded.
Several minutes later, a still somewhat sheepish-looking Ron took Hermione's hand and apparated with Harry and Ginny to the Hogwarts Hall.