One

Harry didn't know if the celebrations would ever stop. People were so excited about Voldemort's death, that he doubted the Fireworks would let him get a good night's sleep for at least a couple more years.

He sat with Ginny outside the burrow, watching as the fireworks spelled out his name in the dark sky.

"Do you like the publicity?" Ginny asked him.

"Ginny Weasley! I thought you knew me! I've never liked publicity. When i first learned I was famous, I was excited, and thought it would be fun. How very wrong I was." Harry replied putting his arm around her. They watched as a large green firework shot into the sky and exploded into the shape of a… no. It couldn't be! The Dark Mark.

"What's going on?!" Ginny asked staring wide eyed at the firework that did not disappear. There were many screams, and a lot of noise coming from The Burrow, which was the host of the party.

"Get inside you two! Dementors are coming! Death Eaters too!" Mrs. Weasley scratched from across the lawn.