Summer had just begun and the Burrow was in full swing. The Weasley's were hosting at least four extra people in their recently enlarged house. As usual, Fred and George spent their summer days locked inside their room planning the next brand of jokes. It was amazing how fast their 'little hobby' as Mrs.Weasley had put it was expanding all over Europe. It seemed that their once waste of time was becoming a gold mine.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were spending the afternoon under the big oak tree in the backyard. Time had always seemed to go by fast, but not this summer. This summer was different. It had been nearly two years since the unexpected happened. Only two years ago, Harry had defeated Voldermort with the help of his childhood enemy: Draco Malfoy. It had been completely unexpected, but it had happened. Draco Malfoy had turned his back to his own family and the Dark Lord to join Harry Potter's side. Of course, now he was an orphan, he had killed his own father in order to grant access to Voldermort, the kind of access that Harry Potter needed in order to destroy him.

It hadn't been easy, but finally, every single Death Eater had been killed, and without them, Voldermort was powerless.

Harry had taken pleasure in Voldermort's death, but also in Peter Pettigrew's. With his death he was able to revenge his parents and Sirius' deaths.

Now a days, the world was picking up the pieces and were trying to build a peaceful world.

But this summer was different, Draco was with them. Ever since the Great War, Draco and Harry had become friends. Maybe they weren't the best of friends, but they had created a bond. Ron was the only problem. He had been revolted when his mother had told him that 'Draco dear' would be spending the WHOLE summer with them inside the house he made fun of during their Hogwarts years. But things had changed, regardless what Ron thought. Their relationship had worsened the day after the Great War had been won when Ron caught Draco and Hermione kissing – no, making out was more like it. To say that Ron had been mad would have been the statement of the year. He and Draco had gotten into a fight, which resulted in many broken parts of the body. Of course, it had been Draco's fault, according to Ron. In reality, Hermione had kissed Draco in the spur of the moment. Ron had not believed this and thought that Draco was madly in love with Hermione, which was hard to believe.

A mere friendship was just beginning to grow, and Draco knew all too well that he couldn't screw it up. Everyone had questioned his motives when he had chosen to swap loyalties, but only he knew his reasons as he still kept most of himself to himself. Not much had changed for him. He now lived in the quarters of the Order of the Phoenix. After the war, the Order had become a private organization. Instead of working for the Ministry like the Aurors did, they worked for private organizations. Draco, Harry and Ron worked as full agents for the Order. This meant that they would spend numerous weeks away from home. Of course, only Ron had a home to return to. Harry had lost all of his family and wasn't about to return to his muggle family. And Draco, well... his father was dead and his mother was stuck somewhere, shut away from the whole world.

But this summer was different; the air around them was different. And soon they were going to find out why.

Dumbledore walked down the aisle of Hogwarts. His footsteps echoed as he made his way towards the dungeons. The person the needed was waiting for him with the potion he had ordered. Few people were aware of what he was about to do. It went against everything he believed in, and he was about to break a promise he had vowed never to break.

As he approached the stairs that led to the dungeons, he paused and looked at the great wall in front of him. Written on the wall, were the names of the new witches and wizards being delivered into their world, muggleborns and half and purebloods. He smiled when he saw a new name appear, Harry Amadeus Longbottom.

Under all the new golden names, a very old one was still there. She had never arrived to Hogwarts, and Dumbledore believed she had chosen to attend a magic school in her new country. Cassandra Athenas Potter had never returned to her country. His smile broadened as he remembered what was waiting for him in the dungeons. Slowly, he resumed his slow pase and went down the stairs towards the dungeons.