The year that has passed since the war ended worked wonders for those wishing to start over again. A new Minister was has been working well with the public, numbers of Death Eaters have been locked away in Azkaban, and families have been reuniting and strengthening ever since.

The Burrow has been full as ever, but not only with Weasleys. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter have both been invited to live with the pack of red-heads until they managed to find a place for themselves. Now that George was living in his own little flat, each of the young adults was able to have their own rooms.

Mrs. Weasley was very keen to keep an eye on which room they were occupying more time in. Especially since Ron and Hermione have been going out for a full year and Harry and Ginny were making up for the time they had spent apart the previous year. All of them were behaving well enough (at least when she was around). She had caught Harry coming out of Ginny's room early one morning, but she soon found it nothing to be too concerned about. It seemed Ginny had a nightmare about Harry's apparent dead corpse in Hagrid's hands again and she woke up hysterical. It was all he could do to just wrap her in his arms and whisper words of comfort.

This morning was a beautiful one. It was early spring, the flowers were slowly budding and Molly was in the middle of making breakfast. She had just added a few finished sausage links to the plate when an owl soared through the open window with The Daily Prophet. She quickly paid the owl and it zoomed off, leaving the paper on the counter.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs. Ron and Hermione emerged. Ron was currently in training to become an Auror and had been asking for advice practically every day. While Hermione was usually helpful, it was beginning to get tiresome.

"Stop worrying, Ronald" she said in an exasperated tone, "I'm sure your abilities in disguise will be fine. We touched on Human Transfiguration in our 6th year."

"Yeah, but the only kind of practice I've ever had is Polyjuice Potion and the invisibility cloak, and that's Harry's anyway."

"Fine, we'll touch on a few more this afternoon." She sat down next to him.

"Thanks," he whispered, holding her hand. She smiled.

Mrs. Weasley just finished placing the food on the table when Ginny walked in. Ron was already stuffing his face.

"Would you mind keeping it in your mouth, Ron?" Ginny asked as a piece of egg fell from his chin to the table.

"Is Harry up yet?" Mrs. Weasley asked, noticing she was unaccompanied.

"I guess not. I'll go get him." Ginny made to stand up, but Mrs. Weasley waved her back down.

"Nonsense, dear. You go on and eat, I'll get him."

Mrs. Weasley made her way up to Harry's room, expecting to find him still asleep. To her surprise, he was already sitting up in bed leaning his head against his hand. He looked up as she walked in.

"Oh, Harry. I wasn't sure if you were up yet. Aren't you coming down for breakfast?"

Harry paused for a moment before answering. If he was truly honest, he didn't know if he even wanted to eat. His stomach felt like it was churning lightly, but at the same time, it gave a low growl of hunger. He felt like he wanted to eat, but was unsure if he could keep it down.

"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, stepping closer. "You look a little pale."

"I'm okay," he tried to reassure her. "I guess I just didn't sleep too well. I'll be down in a minute."

Mrs. Weasley wasn't convinced, but recognized the polite dismissal and left.

It was another 15 minutes before Harry emerged from the stairs slowly. He sat down next to Ginny and grabbed a small amount of eggs and a slice of toast. Thankfully, his stomach didn't seem too bothered and he was able to finish his small plate.

"Not hungry?" Ron wondered. He knew Harry usually helped himself when given the opportunity.

"Not really."

"Nervous about the training? I know I am."

"I'm sure you both will be great." Mrs. Weasley assured.

The conversation of becoming an Auror continued. Hermione was listing out the different things she understood would be coming up. Ron was trying to reassure himself, even though he had messed up twice when practicing with Harry the previous week on counter-jinxes.

Harry didn't speak much. He didn't want to tell anyone that he wasn't feeling well. He thought for sure it would pass with time, but that didn't seem to be the case. He scratched an itch on his shoulder that had been bothering him since the night before. What was once a small bother was becoming mildly irritating.

By the time supper was ready, Harry was shaky and feeling sick to his stomach.

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" Ginny asked when she saw he wasn't eating. Everyone looked up at this question. Though Harry had been trying to hold off from telling them anything, he knew now there would be no way out.

"… I'm just… not feeling very well," he confessed.

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Weasley's hand was pressed to his forehead.

"You do feel warm," she commented. She lifted his head slightly to get a better look at his face. He was rather pale and his eyes were glazed and tired looking. "You go on up to bed. I'll be up in a bit with some potions that should help."

Harry nodded. The idea of getting away from the smell of food and curling up in bed sounded wonderful. He slowly stood up and made his way upstairs as another irritating itch attacked his shoulder.

Mrs. Weasley was rummaging through her potions cupboard as Crookshanks leapt onto the counter, pushing the unread Daily Prophet to the ground. The headline read: Dragon Pox: Outbreak in Britain.