A/N: I was thinking about it after I finished Seventh Child and decided I had enough ideas to fully write a story for the characters I had come to care about in the future that Harry had gone to. I feel that this is the only way to truly pay some tribute to them. However, this story will be updated much less regularly but please R&R and I really appreciate all of your support.

Chapter One: A Bright New Hell

There was a silent and calm feel that seemed to had taken over the wizarding world the days that followed Voldemort's death. The red hot color that had taken over the sky the past fifteen years had faded back into a bright blue. People were out on the streets again. The storm had finally come to its final stop.

Gwen was sitting out on the front of her house, her hands resting the wooden floor. Her head was leaned backwards, so that she was looking straight up. She remembered how Harry used to sit for hours, just looking up at the peaceful sky. Was it really over? They had fought so much…so many years of fighting…was it really finally over? The door opened behind her and she straightened up and turned around. Noxolo sat down next to her, her golden hair reflecting the sunlight.

"Hey," Gwen greeted her. Gwen brought her hand up and touched the scar on her left cheek. She could still remember when Voldemort had cut her there. She was on the floor, beaten helpless. Voldemort stood over her, brought his wand close to her face, and smiled. He then whispered softly, almost to himself, "Sectumsempra!" It felt as if she were slashed by a sword.

"Hi," Noxolo responded yawning. "You're up early." Gwen nodded, yawning herself.

"The Ministry of Magic's been cleansed." Gwen said shaking her head to wake up. "I have to go there and see if I can get a job."

"I'll come with," Noxolo said smiling. Gwen shook her head, her hair covering over her face for a moment.

"You haven't even gone to school a single day in your life, Noxi."

"What'd I say about calling me Noxi?" Noxolo said pretending to look angry. Gwen smiled and shook her head.

"Well I have to get going," Gwen said standing up. "Make sure those two boys don't slack off." Gwen said as she walked down the four steps that led to the ground.

"There's not much to do," Noxolo replied standing up also.

"Well find something," Gwen said. "If I come back and see you three just messing around…" Noxolo shook her head laughing.

"Alright, alright." She said.

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Gwen was surprised to find that the Ministry of Magic was almost untarnished. It was still as busy and as grand as it had always been. She slipped into the elevator going up. Looking around, she saw many of the same people that had worked at the Ministry of Magic since when her father had worked there. Where were they when Voldemort was alive? The elevator stopped at the Minister of Magic's office. Gwen stepped out and into a room. There was a front desk with two rather large women sitting there.

"Name?" came one of their voices. She was the larger of the two. Her voice was low and bored. She didn't even look up at Gwen.

"Um—Ginerva? Ginerva Weasley." The woman looked up surprised.

"Ginny? Ginny Weasley?" The woman almost shrieked her voice much higher now. "Oh my! It is you! You're all grown up now!" the woman stood up with wide eyes still staring at Gwen in disbelief. "Well don't you remember me, Ginny? I was at your house that one Christmas! How long has it been…almost thirty years now? I was a good friend of your fathers. Aunty Maggie!" Gwen nodded her head slowly.

"Right!" Gwen lied. "I remember. From—that one Christmas. How've you been—Aunt…Maggie?"

"Well as good as can be. You know…with the whole—" she lowered herself and leaned over to Gwen's ear. "You-Know-Who thing." The she talked normally again. "I mean for heaven's sake. I've been living in fear for the past two decades and a half. Why no one fought against him I have no idea. I mean…I would've been the first to fight against—" she leaned over again and whispered, "You-Know-Who." She stood up straight again. "I told little Jimmy, I said. 'If anyone else were to stand up against him I would've been the first in line to fight!'. But enough about me, dear, how's your mother doing? I was always jealous of her. Having such a good man for a husband!"

"Uh, right…well uh—well she's good. She's actually living with my brother, Fred right now. George works here—doesn't he?" Maggie nodded her head.

"I see him sometimes. I heard he was one of the few people that was fighting against Voldemort in here that survived." After Harry's death, Gwen had refused to let her mother continue to stay with the order. She had demanded that Fred take her as far away as possible, with Gwen's son Ronny, and take care of them. George had then infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, sabotaging as much as he could of Voldemort's plans.

"Really," Gwen said looking around. "I had no idea. So—um—well I actually have an appointment with the new Minister of Magic? Mr. Greyhen?" Maggie nodded.

"Right, right." She said sitting back down behind her desk. "Well—let's see here. Right. He's in the third office to your right, dear. Oh you'll love him. He's the kindest person you'll ever meet. A fox, too, if you ask me. Well, I'll see you when you come out." Gwen made her way towards Greyhen's office. As she was about to turn someone bumped into her.

"Sorry," the girl said, her face to the ground. She didn't look up at Gwen, merely running past her. Gwen walked through the door and into Greyhen's office.

"Ah," the long haired and goateed man said raising his head and smiling widely at Gwen. "you must be Ginerva Weasley." He said looking down at his notes. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Weasley." Greyhen extended his hand which Gwen shook. He looked at her scar for almost two seconds before sitting down. She felt something, like a piece of folded paper press against her thigh. It was in her jeans pocket. Did the girl slip something into her pocket when she bumped into her?

"It's just Gwen." She said. Greyhen shook his head.

"Gwen it is." He was looking at her scar again. "That was given to you by—Voldemort—was it not?" Greyhen said. He didn't hesitate to say Voldemort…he actually emphasized it.

"During a battle," Gwen said touching her left cheek again. "Yes." Greyhen nodded his head.

"You were the founder of the Rebellion?" Greyhen asked writing something down on his notebook.

"Co-founder," Gwen said leaning in to look at his notes. "Harry was the founder." Greyhen looked up from his notebook and over the top of his spectacles.

"Harry? As in…Harry Potter?" Greyhen seemed almost surprised.

"Well—yeah. I mean—"

"The false prophet?"

"He's not a false prophet, sir." Gwen said with slight annoyance.

"Mm," Greyhen said nodding and writing something in his notebook again.

"And you defeated him? Voldemort?" Again, Greyhen seemed to emphasize Voldemort's name, as if to show that he could say it. Gwen nodded slowly.

"With the help of some people?"

"Who?" Greyhen asked looking up at her again now.

"Um—well other Rebellion members."

"Names?" Gwen blinked at him.

"Well—I'm not too comfortable giving their names." Gwen said studying Greyhen's face. Greyhen dropped his pen on the table and took off his spectacles.

"You're right," Greyhen said nodding. "I don't blame you. We don't know each other. Let me tell you a few things about myself. I was born into a family of a wizard and a Muggle. A Mudblood, as Voldemort would call me. I attended Hogwarts, actually only about five years ahead of you. I actually met Harry Potter a few times. He was only a little boy then. Afterwards, I became an Auror. I fought against Voldemort. When the Ministry was taken over I escaped. I ran into Voldemort and fought him. We almost tied but his little pet Wormtail—or should I say—Peter Pettigrew caught me off guard. I was put under the Imperius Curse. I would've joined the Rebellion—but I was under his control. After Voldemort died, I was freed. Immediately I took charge, rallying everyone and sorting everything out. I got everything back into business and running again. I cleansed this place. I threw every single person that willingly worked for Voldemort into Askaban. I was unanimously chosen by every single person here to be the new Minister of Magic." Greyhen leaned back in his chair as if to take a breather from his long and impressive story. "So now you know about me. How about a little about yourself, Ms. Weasley." Ginny opened her mouth then stopped. What was she suppose to say?

"Well I was born to—" Greyhen shook his head.

"Something that's not in your bio, Gwen." Greyhen said studying Gwen's face.

"Um—" Gwen said biting her lower lip.

"Well," Greyhen started. "Let's start with that scar." Gwen looked at him questioningly. What was his deal with the scar?

"I told you—Voldemort—"

"How did it make you feel, when he did it to you?" Once again Gwen didn't know what to say. "Did it make you angry? Scared? Enraged?"

"Well—angry, I guess." Gwen shook her head. "I'm here to apply for the job, Mr. Greyhen—I don't see how this—"

"Were you angry enough to take revenge? To murder him in cold blood?" Gwen knew where he was going.

"No," Gwen said shaking her head.

"So you're telling me—that Voldemort wasn't at your mercy? That he was about to kill you—so you killed him in self defense?" Gwen nodded.

"Yes," Gwen said. "I didn't have a choice—"

"Well I have here fourteen out of the sixteen eye witnesses—besides the people you are refusing to name—saying that Harry Potter was there. That he has used the Memory Charm on Voldemort. That he was completely harmless when you murdered him in cold blood!" Greyhen was yelling now, as if her were angry that Gwen had saved them?

"Should I have left him alive?" Gwen argued.

"So you admit that you murdered Voldemort?" Greyhen accused her.

"No," Gwen yelled back. "Look. I don't know what these Ex-Death Eaters are telling you—but Harry is dead. My husband is dead, Mr. Greyhen. This isn't funny. If he were alive—" Gwen looked away. A smile formed on Greyhen's face. Not a nasty smile, but a kind smile.

"I'm sorry to bring all that up, Ms. Weasley. I had to be sure." Greyhen wrote something down again and then stood up. "Well once again I'm sorry for everything I said. It was a test and you pasted with flying colors. Of course I wouldn't listen to ravings of mad Ex-Death Eaters." He extended his hand. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, Ms. Weasley. I want to offer you a position as an Auror."

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Gwen left the office feeling her head spinning a little. Greyhen was a strange and peculiar character, and Gwen could seem to pinpoint if she liked him or not. For sure, he was not someone she'd like to be on the bad list of.

"Ginny!" came George's voice. Gwen turned to find her older brother beaming at her with his arms wide open. Immediately, ran into his arms. "How you been, little sis?"

"Fine," Gwen said looking at her older brother. She suddenly remembered about the piece of paper the girl had slipped her. Gwen reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded wrinkled piece of paper.

"What's that?" George asked looking at the paper in her hand. Gwen shrugged unfolding the note.

"Ginny, watch out. Greyhen isn't who he seems. Beware. P.P." Gwen read the note over twice before looking up at George. "P.P.?"

"Padma Patil," George said. "She works here now. I saw her a couple of times. Harry sent her to infiltrate along with me I think." Gwen nodded her head thinking. If Greyhen wasn't who he seemed…then who was he?

"Well I better get going home," Gwen said crunching the paper up and stuffing it back into her pockets. "I start work tomorrow. Hey—if Padma's here—do you know where Pavarti is?" George frowned and nodded.

"She died. She worked here too, but she was killed when they found her snooping around when Snape came for his check up a few months ago."

"Did he see you?" Gwen asked surprised. George nodded.

"Yeah," George answered. "He thought I was under The Imperius Curse." George paused squinting his eyes at Gwen. "Hey, Ginny—did Harry really come? I've been hearing rumors and—well I remember him going to the future and all. Did he really come?" Gwen nodded, a smile on her pretty face.

"Yeah," Gwen said nodding still. "He really did."

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When Gwen got home she half expected the three of them to be messing around and teasing each other. But instead, when Gwen opened the door, each of them were seated with a letter in each of their hands. Gwen closed the door behind her but the three of them did not look up at her.

"What is it?" Gwen asked taking the letter from Sebastian's hand. "The Ministry of Magic hereby summons Sebastian Shacklebolt to a court meeting for the death of Rubeus Hagrid." Gwen threw the paper onto the coffee table. "What? That's insane! What about you guys?" She read Noxolo's and Arthur's. There was at least a dozen of each of theirs. "They're all signed by Gabriel Greyhen. I just talked to him. There's no way he could've known you guys were involved. He was pressing me for answers! I didn't give him anything. I—"

"We know you didn't," Noxolo said. "Don't worry. They can't prove anything." Noxolo slumped back into the couch and let out a long sigh. Her face was pink from the humidity. Her golden hair half covered her face.

"This is ridiculous," Gwen sighed sitting down next to Noxolo.

"I read that Minister Greyhen is planning on reopening Hogwarts." Arthur said flipping through the newspaper now. On the cover were pictures of photographers snapping photos of Voldemort's dead body. As Gwen began to relax she found herself wondering. Who was Greyhen and what exactly was he up to? Suddenly the door to her house was broken down. Five Aurors armed with wands pointed them at Noxolo, Arthur, and Sebastian.

"Sorry for this inconvenience, Ms. Weasley," the man standing in the middle said. "but we have orders to apprehend Mr. Shacklebolt, Mr. Dorian, and Ms. Malfoy. Come with us."

"You guys sent them a letter already," Gwen said looking at the five Aurors.

"Minister Greyhen just issued us a warrant for their arrest…telling us it is top priority. I'm sorry, Ms. Weasley, but you have to step out of the way now."