Chapter 1: Back to Howarts.

(Harry's voice)

That was good. Another summer alone. At least I have not returned to the Dudley's. I have spent most of the summer at San Mungo's, getting well from my fight with Voldemort during the beginning of the summer. Lucky I got some visits every day: Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Phoenix Order members… and press. I didn't like much the press and media visits, but I had them. Even a famous muggle writer came to ask me lot of things to begin writing my adventures; J. K. Rowling I think was her name…

Finally Minerva McGonagall, the new Hogwarts headmistress came to visit me. She said she had come less because she had important business to attend abroad, for school, the order and personal matters too. Then she handed me an envelope from Hogwarts.

"What's this?" I asked her confused as I read the letter. "I dropped the school…"

"Hogwarts have decided to create a new term for those of the old students that had to drop their terms on their last year cause of Voldemort's attacks. So all of your old mates have got their letter and I must advise you Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are coming this new term to try and end their studies." She said looking at me warm as she raised her right eyebrow.

I had a look on the letter. It looked exactly as the old ones I got from Dumbledore. The welcoming to the school letter and then the list of the new term materials for what she had called the "8th year".

"I'm aware of all the changes and news on your live lately…" she said.

She was right, but not just my life had changed lately. All of us had changed.

First, Snape. He was killed, but not by us, it was death eaters who killed him. Finally he was on our side. What Dumbledore always thought, Snape being part of the Phoenix order, was right.

Malfoy, who was once death eater… well, he is no longer that. I can't say he is good either, no, but not enough evil for being Voldemort's follower. We still are foes. After Voldemort's last fight, I have not seen him. I suppose he was somehow happy of being released of his duties with the dark lord, but that would be something just he would know.

Third thing, Fleur and Bill got married. It was on the same summer we left the school on the end of our 6th year. Fleur's sister is still studying at France, but she comes to visit her sister on their feasts, so I had seen her visiting me too some times with them.

Hermione and Ron still are going out together, after 3 years.

Ginny is now going out with Neville. After I dropped her down she began going out with him and they discovered they were perfect the one for the other. Ah, and Neville has turned out into a good guy, well, he was always good guy, I mean a handsome guy very skilled wizard… and still a bit clumsy sometimes.

And then my life changes. I have now got more scars, luckily for me most of them could be mended at the hospital so now I just have a big scar on my back and the lighting scar at my forehead, yet now that Voldemort has disappeared once and for ever, it's beginning to go dimmer and dimmer. The rest of the scars will disappear soon, or so do the healers say.

As Sirius left me all his belongings I now have Black's manor for me, but I have no time for cleaning it either.

"I will go." I told her. "As soon as I can get out of here."

"The healers said you could get out of here on the 1st or the 2nd of September so you will be on time for the term." She told me.

And so was it. I was taken to Hogsmeades by shared apparition so I would be there when the train appeared. Tonks took me there.

Ron and Hermione came on the Hogwarts Express and when they saw me waiting for them at the station Hermione ran and jumped to hug me tight in joy.

"I'm happy to see you my friend." Ron said.

That was right. They were nearly all the days visiting me, but it was not the same to meet outside the hospital.

When we were at the cart on the way to Hogwarts we chatted about something he informed me every time we met. Quiddich Mundials!

"Did you hear it?" he said. "Today Spain and Bulgaria play the final match to see who the winner is and who the second one!"

"Is it?" I said surprised. "Does Krum still play for Bulgarian team?"

"Yes." Hermione said smiling. "He wanted to send us invitations for the final match, but we were coming here so we had to turn them off."

"I wanted to go and come tomorrow, but she was the one not allowing me." Ron whispered me to be hit softly by Hermione making me smile.

"I would have also loved to go." I recognised.

"Did you hear it?" she said. "He is competing against a female seeker."

"Really? On Mundials?" I asked.

"And not just that!" Ron said. "She is the new Spanish one! She began playing for the national team long ago, but they were not allowed to show her on national games till she was over aged."

"Vick told me he had played against her more times." Hermione said. "He said she is really amazing player. Pity she didn't played for the last Mundials…"

I smiled as I saw Hermione interested on Quiddich for first time in her life when it was not referred to Gryffindor playing.

I could enjoy seeing her so happy with a girl competing in Mundials, yet I could never have imagined what would happen that night.

During the dinner, McGonagall was sent an owl with what looked as an official letter she opened at the teacher's table. We were looking at her by the corner of our eyes because it was not usual she got an owl during night.

Suddenly we saw her smiling and taking her hands to her mouth in joy. She then let the rest of the teachers who saw her read the letter and it began going from one hands to another.

"What's going on?" Ron asked us when he saw Hagrid so happy he nearly poured his big cup.

"That must be something really happy." Hermione said. "I have heard something about McGonagall during this summer."

"Yep, I heard mum speaking about it too." Ginny said. "It seems McGonagall had a brother and they were killed this summer on a deatheater's action."

"That's what Vick said." Hermione said confused. "The matches against the Spanish national team were called off due to a murder… the seeker's family…"

"That's right!" Ron said. "I also read it! That girl's parents were killed and the matches on that week were called off! Some of the best national players were to the burial and the media published it without photos because they were forbidden to attend the ceremony!"

"It's weird." I said. "Why would deatheaters keep on killing people after Voldemort was finally defeated?"

"I was to the burial of them!" Neville said then. "McGonagall's brother and sister in law were also aurors! And important ones! You should have seen how much famous people were there! Who I didn't saw were their children…"

Of course, Neville's parents were also aurors, so his grandmother would have been going to the burial in representation of both. Or perhaps she also knew McGonagall's brother. Maybe his parents would have met him too.

"According to my grandma, that man was on the same term that Harry's mother!" Neville said making me nearly drown with my drink and coughing.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked as he patted me on my back to help me recovering.

"Yes!" he said. "McGonagall was new on the school as teacher and he was his little brother. A brilliant and discrete guy. Prefect from Gryffindor too!"

"And his wife?" Hermione asked.

"I think she was foreigner…" Neville said frowning as if it was hard to remember for him looking to the dish and back up to us. "But my grandma said she was a good woman, also clever, with good taste for mode, good magical spy…"

"Well, if her parents were like that perhaps that girl is a library worm." Parvatil said. "Clever and sharp I mean. Someone who loves studying and have no time for anything else."

"Do you imagine her?" her sister said smiling in fun. "An awful girl with messy hair and big round glasses. As Moaning Myrtle!"

"Don't say so." I said. "That's not fair."

Both kept on whispering and giggling from time to time. But we kept on eating.

When the dinner was over, the new prefects took the first years to their home's common rooms and we went to ours.

"I wonder what made McGonagall so happy." Ron said while we were changing clothes into pyjamas.

"Don't know." He said. "Perhaps she got a Ministry letter allowing us to something she wanted."

If it was it, I didn't know. The answer was about to come, but the following day…