Chapter 1

Harry set his mug down after taking a long sip of coffee. Swallowing it, he put a hand through his shaggy jet-black hair. He was leaning against a counter in his kitchen, feeling nervous, and wondering how it would all turn out. He looked up at the clock above the stove and noticed there was still a lot of time. He just wanted to relax before the time came, but he knew he had to get ready. He sighed and grabbed his mug, taking another long gulp of his coffee.

He heard footsteps on the suitcase and then saw his wife appear with her long red hair out, well combed and and wearing a green turtleneck and black pants.

She stopped as she reached the foot of the stairs and grinned at her husband.

She looked beautiful with her make up on and her pearl necklace attached. She was ready.

"You're nervous!" She exclaimed, and then laughed. "Oh, how cute!"

She walked over to him and pecked him on the cheek, which caused him to blush furiously.

"I am not nervous!" Harry insisted, as Ginny put her arms around his back. "And I am not cute!"

Ginny laughed again, letting go of him and snatching his coffee and taking a sip herself. She then poured the rest down the sink, and set the mug on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, turning to her.

"No more coffee," Ginny said simply. She turned around and looked at him. "I want you to get upstairs and get ready,"

"But," Harry said, looking from her to the staircase. "We've got hours!"

"Just one." Ginny said.

"Still, that's an hour!" Harry pouted.

"Oh just get upstairs!" Ginny rolled her eyes and watched Harry march up the stairs.

He reached the landing and looked around at the square corridor. He really didn't feel like getting ready. So instead he opened the first door the right, entering his first born's bedroom. It was dark, as his 5-year-old son was already fast asleep. He walked over to where the boy slept and sat at the end of his bed. He just stared at Charlie's face and smiled. He had the red hair as his mother's, but the same face as his father's, but a more similar head shape to Ginny's. He found it great knowing that his son would have a far more peaceful life than Harry had had.

And now Harry was about to face the people who had been apart of it.

He felt the door creak behind him and found Ginny to be glaring. She was already becoming her mother, slowly but still apparent.

"Yes, yes," He muttered softly, as not to wake Charlie.

He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"If you're not ready," Ginny instantly rounded on him. "I'm still going to go. And I'm going to have fun! I'm going to see all of your friends, and we're going to have a blast! Talking about YOUR memories, talking about YOUR past!"

Harry looked at Ginny, puzzled.

"Harry," Ginny said softly, tilting her head to the side. "I'm doing this for you. I'm ready. And I'm excited for you."

Harry nodded, and smiled, understanding. Ginny was not going to the reunion of the class of '97 for herself, she was coming for Harry, and he appreciated that. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, then turned around and went straight into his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. He was going to get ready.

"All right, how do I look?" Hermione Granger asked, stepping out of the bathroom at the Burrow, looking at Ronald Weasley, who was looking at her with a mild expression.

Hermione's excited face turned into an annoyed one. "Well?" She asked aggressively.

"Well …" Ron said slowly.

"Argh!" Hermione groaned and turned around and walked back into the room, staring at her own reflection. Her hair had been straightened and put into two braids. Her face was done properly, but something wasn't right. She was wearing a black sweater over a pair of dark denim jeans.

"That's it, I'm changing again," Hermione said frustratedly, and closed the door behind her again. She heard the groan of her husband, who was standing right in front of the door.

"Well, Ronald," Hermione yelled, "If you just gave me your opinion, we'd be ready!"

"But, I don't care what you look like, Hermione! You look beautiful either way!" He called back.

This made Hermione smile. However, she didn't reply, but opened the door again, now wearing a black skirt to fit with the black sweater, making it look a bit like a dress.

"Great," Ron smiled and Hermione leaned in to kiss him.

She was pretty excited for the reunion. She couldn't wait to see all of her friends again. Of course she had kept in contact with Harry and Ginny, but no one else. She really missed Neville, and she even missed the presence of Luna Lovegood.

"Wait," She said, stepping back from Ron. She had forgotten Luna was not in her year.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Oh, nothing," Hermione dismissed him. "It doesn't matter."

Hermione walked down the stairs, flattening her hair a bit. She didn't normally care about her looks so much, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It had been 10 years. She had no idea what everyone had been up to. How had people changed? Who had married whom? Any children?

"Mum!" Hermione was shaken out of her thoughts by her 4-year-old daughter, who bounced up and down, her red hair tied into pigtails, which were bobbling up and down with her.

Hermione met her at the foot of the stairs, closely followed by Ron was who was wearing a red sweatshirt with a black jacket and jeans.

"Yes, dear?" Hermione asked, looking down at her daughter adoringly.

"Mummy, why do you have to go?" Georgina whimpered.

"Oh," Hermione said sympathically. "We're going to see our friends who we saw in school 10 years ago, darling." She leaned down, so she was almost her size.

"We won't be gone for long," Hermione continued, it always hurt to leave her children. She had only planned for 1, but already had 3.

Georgina's eyes watered slightly and Ron instantly picked up his little girl and the girl laughed whilst he swung her around, then brought her close to him, propping her up with his arm.

"Do you have to go too?" She asked, looking down at his dad.

"Yes, I do," Ron said in his baby-voice, which Hermione wouldn't have expected from him a decade ago. "But, don't worry, Granny and Gramps will be here to look after you,"

Hermione checked her watch and her eyes widened.

"Georgina! Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"No!" She said instantly, smiling angelically.

"Ron, put her to bed!" Hermione said to Ron quickly, realizing how past it was her bedtime. She suddenly noticed how tired her daughter looking, her eyes black with bags.

"It's all right, I'll do it, dear!" Came the sweet voice of Molly Weasley as she entered from the back door, she had just been feeding the chickens. She took off her apron and hung it on a chair and she reached over to her grand daughter and brought her to her arms lovingly.

"Come now, Georgina, off to bed!" She set off up the stairs.

"But I don't want to, Granny!" Came the cry of the 4 year old.

"Why not, deary?" Molly asked back. "You can enter the wonderful world of dreams!"

"Oh yeah!" Georgina's voice was now muffled as a large yawn escaped her mouth.

"Oh, dear" Hermione said annoyedly as she put a hand to her own mouth. She had been awful not to notice the time.

"Now you two have a good time!" Molly called down, as she reached the 1st landing.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione called up.

"It's Molly, dear!" She called back again, her voice now distant.

"See you, mum!" Ron yelled and walked up the front door.

"Off we go," Hermione stated, the nerves filling her up again.

"Off we go," Ron repeated, smiling, and pulled an arm around his wife and left through the door, entering the cool breeze of the November air.