Summary

The war ended during the summer before Harry's Seventh year at Hogwarts. Now change is in the air, and so are secretes. Two people are in for the surprise of their life. What happens when they find out? Then a young witch comes in to play her role after the war. What will this witch bring and what effect will she have? New talents and stories seek their way out into the magical world. How will the people who they belong to react? What happens when two boys take interest in one girl? It's a new war arising, with another following its footsteps.

A young witch sat on her front steps of her home. It was a sunny day with brilliant blue skies, not a cloud in sight. Though you would think it was a wonderful day in the village of Little Wiltenkin, don't be fooled though for looks can deceive you. It was scorching hot and the sun sent down waves of blistering hot light. It was dreadful for the young witch. She felt as if she would melt at any moment. A drought had also taken place so the grass was turning brown in some places and the witches and wizards would be lucky if their garden gave anything this year that they could call fair.

"Would you like to come in honey? I put a charm on the house to keep it cool. I don't know how long with it last though." The sweet voice of a woman said while giving and small yet audible laugh.

"Your brother and I are worried about you since school let out." The young witch acted as if she wasn't paying attention to the sweet voice that she heard, the voice of her mother. The mother sighed and walk over to where she was sitting and sat down. She needn't say anything to the young witch though she still did.

"Your father wouldn't want you to dwell on his death you know. He fought in the war because it was part of his job, and he thought he was protecting us also," her mother sighed again, the young heard a quiver interrupt it though, "I also know it's going to be hard on you going back to Hogwarts for your seventh year because of all of the deaths and such but darling please," now the mother had turned around and look at the young witch who still showed no emotion except one of that who looks as if they was in another world. The mother didn't continue.

They sat there for the longest time neither saying a word. The sun was beginning to arrive just above the horizon, though the heat was still scorching. The mother turned to look at her daughter again. Her face showed a little sweat from the heat, strands of her bright red think curled hair stuck to her forehead, and her eyes were full of water, but no tears were strong enough to break the barrier of pride, and let them fall. That's when the mother realized, her daughter was no longer and young witch. She had matured into a woman, without meaning to, no….she was forced to.

Mean while

Harry sat in the Weasley's home thinking about going back to school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He missed it very much so and couldn't wait to get back. Though dread settled in stomach. So much change has and will take place. Dumbledore being killed, that means a new headmaster. Snape was killed in the war also. Each side lost a number of witches and wizards. Though some death eaters had escaped and ran from us, even while Voldemort needed them. In the end Voldemort had lost. He was killed. Though the only two who know and won't tell how. Saying just some changes had and will happen is an understatement drastic changes are on the way.

Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny walked through the front door with smiles from ear to ear. Ginny smiled at Harry and Harry smiled back at her. They are still friends, though she still fancies him and he still fancies her, even after he had broken up with her for her own good. Hermione walked in following a little behind. She looked a little pale and different. Harry noticed. He also noticed she couldn't make eye contact with him. When she walked in he also noticed that Mrs. Weasley tensed up and so did Arthur. Harry tried not to make the most of it though. He just had the word change on his mind. He wouldn't even have to worry about Voldemort attacking his friends or him at school. He wouldn't even have to worry about anything really except getting through his last year. Shouldn't he be happy?

"Why such the long face mate?" Ron asked him cheerfully. Harry looked up and him and noticed all of the cuts and bruises Ron had gotten in the war. They still weren't healed up yet. Neither no ones were. Hermione still had hers, Harry, George, Fred, and Molly. Just everyone.

"Just thinking Ron. What's up with you Hermione. You're usually talking." He gave a small chuckle. She wasn't her self. She was usually talking away with Ginny.

"I'm just tired Harry." She gave a small smile. Ron looked at Harry and Harry gave a look back. Ron shrugged and reached for a pumpkin pasty. Fred and George were bugging Mr. Weasley about going bald. Ginny was talking away to Hermione and the only thing Hermione did was just nod every now and then.

Harry smiled to himself at the sight. No one was worrying. Except him. He shouldn't be worrying because Voldemort was finally defeated and there was no worries about attacks or anything. But something kept bothering him. One name. Malfoy. Malfoy was considered innocent because he didn't kill Dumbledore but it still pissed Harry off because Malfoy let the death eaters into the school.

So that was it. Malfoy going back to school was bothering Harry.

He let the death eaters into the school.

He was a kid being forced to.

It's half his fault! I mean he let Snape kill Dumbledore!

Snape did it because Malfoy wasn't going to! He was protecting Malfoy maybe because he promised-

Just…man I'm arguing with myself.

"Harry, mate, you ok? You were making funny faces-" Ron was saying with his mouth half full of yet another pumpkin pasty, Fred interrupted him.

"Shut up Ronnykins." He said lamely. Harry just rolled his eyes. Ron gestured his fist to Fred.

"Oy, look, Hedwig is coming with letters." Harry turned to look were George said and pointed.

Sure enough Hedwig was flying towards the window with a pack of letters. She flew to and Harry petted her. She dropped the letters on the table while Ron picked them up and ravaged through them looking for his letter. From Hogwarts.

"FOUND IT!" he yelled and opened it quickly. Harry got his, Hermione got her and Ginny got hers.

Dear Mr. Potter,

This year is your 7th year along with your fellow classmates at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A lot of changes have taken place and I'm sure you of all people except more changes. Drastic changes. I hope this year brings you joy and happiness and you live it to its fullest while this year is your last year to spend with each of your classmates. First day of term begins September 1st and the beginning feast will begin with a memorial and remembrance ceremony for those who were lost in the war. Please find an enclosed letter with the list of books and supplies you will need this school term.

Yours Sincerely,

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Harry read his letter to himself and found his list of things he needed. He looked to Ron and Hermione. Hermione was looking pleased and Ron had a shocked look on his face.

"You're not head girl!? Hermione! Why are you not Head Girl?" Ron bellowed out looking at her. She sighed.

"Because Ron, I didn't want to be head girl. A lot of changes are going to be taking places and I don't know if I can handle the stress and pressure so, and plus. I wasn't even going to be head girl this year."

"Harry, are you head boy?" Ron asked as he walked quickly over to him. Harry shook his head silently no.

"Then who is head boy and head girl!?" he asked in disbelief. He stopped eating and looked around, everyone shrugged. Yea, changes and unexpected things.

Arthurs Note

This is my first fanfic of any kind! Hope you guys like it. I promise it will get more interesting as time goes on. Just give me a chance. Ill update as soon as possible. Which will be soon;)