A/N: My chapters will have to be shorter now, my computer has broken so I'm using everybody elses, it isn't an ideal situation
The war was over for good, it had been a month since the fateful battle of Hogwarts, and it was now nearly July. Life for the wizarding world was back to normal (well, as normal as life could be, it was the wizarding world.
The remaining death eaters could not buy their way out of Azkaban this time, Harry, with a bit of help of course, had made sure that nobody would be in danger from the dark lord's supporters when the war was over this time; nobody's parents would get crucio'd into insanity, nobody's godfather would get wrongfully accused and convicted without a trial and nobody's little sister would become possessed by the spirit of a long gone evil dark lord.
You could finally walk out in public without having to have your wand at the ready, or be questioned about your blood status. And Harry, Ron and Hermione were proud that they had been major factors in that battle; if it hadn't been for them, then Voldemort would have still been immortal, with bits of his soul scattered around the country, and pretty much undefeatable.
Although it was great that the war was over, and, no more innocent blood would be spilt, many people were killed during it, and a few people were still in mourning. The entire Weasley family, plus others like Angelina and Harry, were still partially mourning for Fred. It hadn't been the same in The Burrow, and, Harry wished it would have the carefree atmosphere that it did when he had previously stayed, in the summer of his 2nd,3rd and 4th years.
Many people had missed their seventh year, including Harry, Ron and Hermione, they didn't know what was going to happen to them, but, the day on which the Hogwarts letters arrived was in fact, tomorrow, and, so, they would soon find out…