Green eyes glared at the heavy black oak door of the minister's house behind blue mirrored sunglasses. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, the young male tapped the door with his index finger and it creaked open. Grumpily following the floating candles, he glanced at the grimacing portraits of past ministers. Creepy.

Stopping at the study door, the young man knocked impatiently. It was quickly thrown open. "Harry! Thank you for coming!" Cornelius Fudge smiled at the 20 year old Harry Potter and swiftly ushered the young man into the study.

Fudge sat down at his desk and motioned Harry to sit in the chair in front of it. He studied the young wizard, slightly anxious about the-boy-who-lived. Harry had changed during the three years he was away defeating Voldimort and recovering. He grown out his hair with layers and his long bangs were combed over his left eye, effectively hiding his lightning shaped scar. Harry's long, lethal legs were clad in baggy dark green cargo pants and around his waist was a black zipper sweater with a griffin emblazoned on the back. A lose, sleeveless white t-shirt exposed strong arms and shoulders. Fudges eyes were suddenly caught by pale scars rapped around his neck, like a gigantic claw had grabbed him and ripped it open. His gaze flicked up to Harry's face. The boy had never told anyone about what had happened between him and Voldimort. He had just Apparated into the Weasly's home and scared everyone out of their minds.

"Harry, Professor McGonagall is the permanent Headmistress at Hogwarts, as you must know. She wishes to talk with you about an open at the school." Fudge said, leaning back in his chair. "The post is defense against the dark arts. Deatheaters are still sulking in the shadows of the wizarding world and magical children need to be taught how to defend themselves." Obviously, the minister had learned his lesson about not believing what Harry had told him in the past.

Harry rested his elbows on the arms of his chair. "Is the meeting at Hogwarts, Minister?" He asked, scanning Fudge with his bright emerald eyes.

Fudge was relieved that the young man was at least interested about the post. "Here," He handed Harry a letter. "This will grant you permission to ride the Hogwarts Express on September 1st."

Harry nodded and carefully slid it into the pocket of his pants and stood to go. "Harry," He stopped at the door and turned. "Good luck!" The Minister told him. Harry gave a crooked grin and shut the door behind him. "Best wishes." Fudge murmured, looking out his study window at the setting sun.

Two weeks later, Harry Potter found himself walking through the bustling, crowd at King's Cross station, pushing his trunk on a metal cart in front of him. Hedwig had died in the battle against Voldimort and Harry knew no other owl would be so loyal. Instead of a bird, Harry bought a small black kitten; whom he dubbed stricker, for its quick pouncing abilities.

Moving swiftly through the masses of people, Harry finally came to the barrier that led to platform nine and ¾. Crowded around the stone wall were students all pushing carts with trunks and assorted animal cages on them. The muggles around the group didn't seem to notice the children disappearing one-by-one through the barrier. Coming up behind the group, Harry's emerald eyes spotted a scared looking 11 year old casting frantic looks around him. Harry felt sympathetic for the boy; that was how he felt when he first arrived at the barrier. The boy was one of the few students left now and no one seemed to see his panicked expression.

Shaking his head, Harry moved up and gently touched the boy on his shoulder. He spun around so fast that he almost tripped over his own feet. Harry grabbed the youngsters arm to balance him and said quietly. "It won't hurt, it you're nervous you can close your eyes and take it at a run."

The boy blinked in confusion, then he spotted Harry's trunk. A relieved expression spread across his face. "Thanks."

Harry nodded and they waited for the last of the other students to travel through the stone barrier. Noting the boy's still pale face, Harry said, "I can wait on the other side for you, if you want."

The boy nodded quickly and watched as the older man passed through the wall. On the other side, Harry waited patently as the kid emerged and gazed, glassy-eyed at the new platform. "Come on." Harry told him. The boy tagged along behind him, until they found an empty compartment. After shoving his trunk into the space below the seats, Harry helped the younger one with his.

Harry sat down across from the boy as the train started to move, he noticed him looking at him curiously. Stretching out a hand, Harry introduced himself. "Griffin Oak." He and Professor McGonagall had agreed that he should keep his identity secret until the Deatheater threat had died down; to protect the students at Hogwarts.

The smaller boy tentatively shook Harry's, now Griffin's hand. "Erik Yoon." Now that they knew each other's names, they lapsed into a comfortable silence.