A/N This is my first try at fan fic. So please bear with me. Tell me what you think about it and should i continue or leave this fic.I'll continue if i get enough review.

"Honey, could you clean the basement out to make some room? Alice is bringing in her extra stuff to put in there." My wife inquired from the kitchen.

"Sure darling" I replied cheerfully over the newspaper I was reading.
Putting The Quibbler down, I went down to the basement. It was dark, I could only make out hazy outlines so I lit up my wand. Light flooded into the room, illuminating a large amount of old stuff that we scarcely use anymore. I started sorting through the boxes and getting things into some kind of order.

I stopped at the sight of a large, thick book. I recognized it immediately as the old photo album which I kept from my years at Hogwarts. I had put it away in hope to forget the suppressed memories it reminded me of. After some consideration I wiped the dust off the cover and slowly opened the album. The memories came back to me like it had happened yesterday as I looked through the first few pages of the album. I guess you can't forget your past just by putting the reminders away. There were all the pictures of my friends at Hogwarts spread out in front of me.

Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, Padma, and the Creevery brothers just to name a few. I turned the pages absentmindedly and stopped at one in particular. I stared at the photos. They were the most painful ones of all of them.

In the first photo three teenagers were standing in front of a castle. Their hands were on each others shoulders. On the left side was a black haired man with brilliant green eyes and a huge grin on his face. Next to him was a girl with brown bushy hair, she too was smiling widely. On the right was a man with flaming red hair, he was laughing with his head thrown back. Both boys were wearing scarlet robes and the girl was in her Gryffindor Hogwarts robes. I remember that photo, it had been taken right after a Quidditch match. Harry, the black haired teen, and Ron, the red head, were on their way to the changing rooms, the girl, Hermione, was accompanying them, congratulating them on the game that they had just won. Colin had run up and excitedly stopped them for a photo.

As the memories flashed through my mind, my eyes drifted to the next photo. It contained the same three people with an addition of a red headed girl. They were sitting in front of an old house. The girl, Ginny was leaning against Harry while Hermione had her arms around Ron. They were all laughing, Ginny had tears of joy running down her face. The picture was taken at The Burrow, just the day before Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Another photo on the same page caught my eyes. It included the same four teens, plus me and my wife. We all had cake all over our faces and clothes. A sad smile came to my face when I remembered the moment that the photo had been taken. It was mine and Harry's birthday. We were celebrating it together. Ginny had thrown a piece of chocolate cake at Harry, hitting him squarely on the forehead. First Harry had looked shocked, but then retaliated by rubbing cake on Ginny's Face. An enthusiastic food fight had followed afterwards with all of us taking full part. At the end we were all covered in the cake. My eyes burned as tears slid down my face. No one could have guessed the tragic fate the future had in store for them while looking at these photos.In these photos they were all still so carefree and young.

My mind was caught, and I began thinking about them. Harry, an orphan whose parents were killed by Voldemort himself, had survived the killing curse and was sent to live with his horrible muggle relatives. He hadn’t known of the wizarding world until the age of eleven. He was a true Gryffindor, a quidditch star, and a natural leader. So much weight had been placed on his shoulders by fate, but he was still such a kind hearted person.

Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, she always helped me in potions, no matter the consequences from Snape, and was a little bossy. Ron, was a great strategist, He had had a lot to live up to with five older brothers. He was brilliant at chess, and had only a tea spoon full of emotions according to Hermione, but he proved her wrong when he gave his life for her.

Ginny, a fiery little red headed girl, she was stubborn, but that's natural when you grow up with six older brothers. She was a loving soul, absolutely full of life.

Harry, Ron, Hermione had been known as the "Golden Trio" in their years at Hogwarts. They were always together, and never once found alone. They never even left each others sides at death. I always called them The Adventurous Trio. They were always in search of some mystery and taking it upon them selves to solve it. Even though it was not their problem to begin with. They had more knowledge and understanding of the events going around than any other student, sometimes even more than the Professors. With Harry as a leader they broke thousands upon thousands of rules. Even Hermione broke the rules, and she was always strict rule follower. I think Harry and Ron had some effect on her. Philosopher's stone, Chamber of Secrets, Tri wizard tournament, Department of Mysteries, and the list goes on. I remember my years at Hogwarts, I was not a very brave person, and was quite shocked when the sorting hat placed me in Gryffindor. But they gave me confidence. I learned a lot in Harry's DA classes, it saved my life in Fifth and Sixth year, as well as many years after that. When I saw the face of Bellatrix Lestrange in The Daily Prophet I was enraged and wanted to take revenge for what she did to my parents. I think that's why I accompanied them to Department of Mysteries in hope to confront Bellatrix. But she got away.

Things got worse during end of my sixth year. Hogwarts was attacked by Death Eaters, brought by one of the students…Draco Malfoy. The six of us, along with The Order of the Phoenix members fought them and in the end succeeded to drive them away. Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and most powerful wizard of all time, was killed during that attack. I hadn't seen Harry that miserable in all six years of Hogwarts then at the funeral of Dumbledore. He was sitting quietly with Ginny. He was not crying at all, but his eyes were telling the whole story. Dumbledore was more than just a headmaster to Harry, he was a mentor. I saw him laugh on two or three occasions but they were short lived, probably reliving some memory. After the funeral he talked to Ginny, before he started walking away. Ginny was composed through out the conversation, but once Harry turned away she let out her tears.

I later found out that he broke up with her, because he thought t was dangerous for them to be together during a war. Ron was holding a sobbing Hermione. I guess they gave in to the feelings they quite obviously had for each other.

After Harry finished talking with the Minister, he was looking angry through out the entire conversation, Ron and Hermione joined him. They were talking in low voices, I couldn't quite catch what they were saying, but it seemed very important. We went to start packing after sometime, packing for the journey later that day. The train ride home was a dismal affair. We all got off the train and I started looking for my grand mother.I found her talking to the Weasleys. After saying good bye to my friends I walked with my gran through the barrier to get into the muggle station to go home.

My thoughts on the way were that life couldn't get any less cheerful or adventurous but boy was I wrong.

A/N I think you would have guessed who the man and his wife are. If not i'll keep the suspence. In next chapter the real story starts. Keep a look out i will update if i get enough reviews hint hint . Special thanks to AquaRias for Beta reading.