Five years after Hogwarts closed the world is an anarchy. Muggle and Magical are both in chaos. Even after Harry and his small fleet of six destroyed Voldemort three years ago, loyal Death Eaters still where at large under the control of Snape.

Harry and his small group of six broke up and are now retired. Harry asked the ministry to try and leave him and his group out of it. It has been three years and now the world is in need of that small group once again.

Dean pushed threw the front doors of the Ministers office. The minister turned with his wand drawn and sighed at relief when he saw Dean.

"You know that these are trying times," Said the Minster who now pocketed his wand. "Why do you insist on bursting in on me like that?"

"Sir, there has been another captured city and over half of our Aurors are dead now," Dean said, Dean had become the head of Auror department after Kingsley died last year. The minister looked down at the small note in front of him.

"This is a memo from the American Minister, he says that his whole Auror department has been obliterated. They only have a couple elite Aurors left. They are soon going to surrender," The minister looked up at Dean. "I never thought I'd see the day when we would be on our own."

"But there is still a chance what about France, Germany and Italy's Ministries?" Dean asked. The Minster shook his head side to side. Dean looked at the floor.

"We are on our own, Dean. What we need now is a bloody miracle," The minister said as an owl flew into his office. Dean and the Minister looked at the golden owl. He dropped the letter between them and took off. Dean picked up the letter and ripped it open. It had two sheets of yellow paper. Dean picked up the first one and read it looked up at the Minister.

"America is sending over what is left that refuses to surrender to fight here, Italy's Aurors are all surrendering and so is Germanys. France is sending what is left of theirs too. So there is your chance," Dean said. The minister shrugged and walked behind his desk.

"How many are coming?" The minister asked. Dean looked at the second sheet.

"Two from America, one's an Auror and the other is a spell maker, and two Aurors from France," Dean said as he looked at the Minister. The minister sighed.

"Three Aurors and one spell maker. I think we will need more," The minister said. Dean nodded in agreement.

"On the brighter side, all four of these come highly recommended. The one Auror from America I heard of, he is quite the cowboy and the two from France are twin sisters both very good at fighting. See we have a good chance," Dean said looking hopeful. The Minister gave him a glare and looked back down at his desk. He took out his wand and tapped a piece of paper. The paper vibrated for a second then it stopped. He held it up to Dean.

"Send this too Potter. We will need some help on this one," The minister said as Dean took the letter. Dean glared at the Minister.

"But he said that he was…" Dean started but the minister but up a hand to stop him.

"I know just do it ok," the minister said one last time. Dean turned on his heal and headed out to get an owl.

Harry looked out the dusty window of his small shack in the middle of the Alps. It was the start of fall and the leaves outside where just starting to turn. He loved this time of year. Harry looked down at his wristwatch. It was nearly eight o'clock in the morning.

Harry got up and walked into the kitchen. It was very small with one small table and stove. It had a sink in the corner and a small fridge next to it. In the kitchen were his old friend Ron and his wife Hermione. They where both talking in whispers when Harry walked in. Ron lifted his head.

"Harry," Ron started as he pulled a piece of paper up into his hands. "Harry, they need us…again." Harry grabbed the letter and read it. He looked up to Ron.

"We will need the others too," Harry said as he turned to go up to his room. "You guys can get Neville and Ginny, I'll get Luna."

"Ok," Hermione said as she started to write letters. Harry turned and walked down the small hallway to his room. He dressed and went to a small fireplace. He grabbed some flew powder and raised his right hand.

"Lovegood's residence." He said loud and clear and he was taken into a whirlwind of green flames. He then landed in a rather large fireplace. Harry walked out of the fireplace and into the living room. The living room was very large. It had pictures covering every inch of the wall of different animals and Quibbler covers. Harry walked past the large leopard skin rug and into the kitchen. Luna sat at the kitchen bar stool, she was had her tea in one hand and the Quibbler in the other. She had really grown into her body and now she was a stunning young woman. She turned on the stool towards Harry. Her eyes still locked on the Quibbler.

"Hello Harry," She said vaguely. Harry gave a small smile as he ran a hand threw his hair.

"Luna…" Harry started. "Luna, I got a letter and we need to go back and help." Luna didn't even look him in the eye. She slowly looked at Harry in the eye. Harry felt the something tie his stomach into knots.

"Well, Harry it's been a long time hasn't it?" Luna said as she set down her tea on the counter then folded the quibbler and set it on her lap. Harry looked stupefied. He told her that they had to go and fight and she wasn't even paying attention.

"Yes it has," Harry said, "But Luna we have to go. If you want to."

Luna looked up at Harry and smiled. Harry felt a small blush creep up his neck to his checks and turned his head to look out the window.

"Let me grab my bag." Luna said as she got up off the stool and ran up the stairs, her long blonde hair trailing behind her. Harry let out a long sigh as he turned into the kitchen. He noticed a mirror on the wall and walked over to it. He looked at his messy hair and tried to fix it with his hands but to no success, he then proceeded to dip his head in the sink and run water over it. As he pulled his now soaking head up from the sink Luna walked in. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of Harry with his head soaked dripping on the floor. Harry shut off the sink and smiled sheepishly.

"Well…" Luna said trying not to laugh, "Should we…go," She said fighting back giggles. Harry nodded and walked to the living room leaving a trail of wet drops behind him. He turned to Luna.

"We're going back to my house where Ron and Hermione are. Just say Kentwood Layer and your there," Harry said stepping into the fire. He dropped the flew powder and was engulfed in a green flame. He appeared back at his house, he walked out of the way and waited. A moment later Luna appeared smiling.

"Come on, Hermione and Ron are in the kitchen." Harry said as he proceeded to the door with Luna behind him. They walked into the kitchen, Hermione and Ron where not alone. Neville was there with his wife Ginny. They got together after Harry's sixth year. Harry knew Ginny didn't really like Neville at first but she started to find have a different shade of hart at the end of that summer when she almost lost Neville as he took three different spells for her. All of them where new ones that Voldemort made up that, which are now classified as unforgivable curses.

"Harry," Ginny said as she got up and gave him a hug. "It's good to see you."

"Thanks," Harry said as he and Neville shock hands.

"Hey Harry," Neville said as Harry sat down.

"Ok Harry what is it hat we need to do?" Ginny asked. Harry took out the note and showed it to them.

"It says Snapes taken over, he has killed more than Voldemort. The ministry has very little Aurors left and now he needs all the help with everyone surrendering." Harry said looking at the group.

"So we should go now, and see if we can't help," Hermione said. Ron nodded in agreement.

"We're the best fighters out there and we need to stop them. Besides, I'm not one who wants to sit around while others are dieing." Ron said.

"Me too," Luna said, Neville nodded as Ginny shrugged.

"All right we can leave now," Harry said.