"Harry, HARRY!" Harry woke with a start and was shocked to see he was wet, he looked around confused as a blurry red and white blob bounced up and down and around his bed. Slightly amused harry reached for his glasses and the blob became his best mate, Ron.

"Ron, why am I all wet?" he asked bemused. Ron's ears turned scarlet, as he looked crestfallen.

"Well, the twins and I—er…. You wouldn't get up!" he finished lamely. Harry laughed as he noticed the water bucket at the foot of his bed, and two other red head's eyes disappear from the threshold of his wide-open door.

"So today is the big day huh?" Harry asked excitedly as he pulled on a clean, dry T-shirt. Ron looked as though he would explode with compressed excitement.

"Harry, today is not JUST the day! Today is the day we've been waiting for!" Ron gave harry a look of 'duh' as he ran downstairs for breakfast. Harry went to Ron's dusty mirror and made a small clean spot. What was he feeling this time? He knew he could tap into voldermort's mind and Voldermort his, but…this wasn't near as defined as the others had been. Harry smiled wickedly; maybe those stupid occulemency lessons with snape did him some good after all! Harry's thoughts quickly changed to hatred as he thought of snape, he didn't know what it was, but one of these day's Harry was going to get him for still being loyal to Voldermort.

"HARRY DEAR!" Miss Weasley's voice floated up the stairs, a hint of worry carried with it. Harry looked in the mirror one last time; he seemed so pale; and trampled down the stairs as fast as he could, today was the day that Harry and Ron and Ginny would get to go with Mr. Weasley to spend a day in the life of an Auora!

Hermione woke with a start, gasping for air, she had dreamt something odd but could not remember. She pushed herself up onto her bed and realized she wasn't actually in her bed. She was in the all too familiar hospital wing at school. What was she doing here? School hadn't started yet, had it? Could she have forgotten this much? What was happening to her? Hermione brought her hand up to her head when Madam Pompfrey came bustling out of her office. When she caught site of her awoken patient she hurried over to her bedside.

"Mrs. Granger, I'm so happy your up. Let's check how you're healing and all your wounds." Hermione looked at Madam Pompfrey as she undressed Hermione's wraps. She looked down and gasped,

"what—what happened to me?" She muttered. Madam Pompfrey looked up at Hermione,

"well dear," she started, frowning a bit, "we were hoping that you could tell us that. You don't remember anything? Not even when Hagrid found you in Diagon Alley?" Hermione looked back up, tearing her eyes away from her pussy wounds.

"I-in Diagon Alley? Was I getting my school books?" Madam Pompfrey shook her head,

"dear, those lists just went out this morning. School won't start for another week." Hermione looked shocked. She allowed herself to plop back down onto her pillows, trying to think as the nurse redressed her wounds and applied some potion to them that smelt like garlic seaweed.

"Now dear, drink this, you need to get some rest, The headmaster will be in to ask you some questions in a few hours, and then he's going to contact your parents." She handed Hermione a glass of purple bubbling potion and stood by her bed until she drank it. Hermione fell asleep not soon after, all of what happened to her coming back in her dreams, fragmented and miss placed. Her parents were there, standing over her as Voldermort tortured her, calling her name softly.

'get up sweetie, just get up and we can leave. Just get up.' Hermione looked at them and tried to stand, but she couldn't move. She felt as though bricks were holding her down. She was so heavy, why couldn't she move, her parents called to her again, becoming further and further away.

'No! Mum! Dad! No!' she screamed as she woke once again. Sweat poured down her face and her bed sheets were wrapped tightly around her, all twisted and displaced. Hermione dislodged herself from her sheets and sat up, holding her head, as she did so she saw the headmaster coming down the west wing toward her. His emerald green robes billowed graciously behind him as he took magnificently long, purposeful strides. He stopped a few dozen feet from her and talked briefly with Madam Pompfrey, and then to the end of Hermione's bed. He nodded to her and drew himself up a fluffy armchair and sat down, crossing his fingers and lying them neatly in his lap.

"Ah, Miss Granger, can't keep you from school can I?" he joked, trying to lighten the situation. Hermione gave him a small smile and looked down at her knees, she knew it was going to come up, and now she remembered, all though she sorely did not want to. Poor Harry, is this was it was like? It was awful, she made a mental note to tell Harry she was sorry for all the times she found him to be over dramatic.

"Well miss Granger, Madam Pompfrey informed me you don't remember what happened to you? So maybe I can-" Hermione cut him off with a shake of her head and meekly spoke,

"I remember sir, I remember." Hermione started to shake and Dumbeldor's magically blue eyes turned a bit hazy as he looked at her through is half moon spectacles. He waited patiently for Hermione to recount what happened.

Mr. Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Ginny were all crammed inside the phone box outside of the ministry of Magic. Mr. Weasley pressed his entrance code and three visitors' passes shot out of the coin slot after he had stated their business. Once everyone had on proper identification the phone booth rumbled and started sinking under ground. None of the children were amazed at the entrance hall of the Ministry of magic, instead a shiver rippled around the three adolescents. Since their fight there last fall the statue had been taken down and replaced with a larger statue of the minister himself protecting two young witchlings, his wand held high as water sprouted from it. The two witchlings who were crowded around the minister had their wands up in a mock fashion and from that water sprouted. Mr. Weasley gave a grunt of dissatisfaction from behind the children. "Not at all big headed that one eh?" He asked the children and they all gave him a short little laugh.

"This way lot." He said, heading for one of the many golden elevators. Dozens of paper airplanes flapped around the ceiling of the elevator as they descended to the Auora office on the fourth floor. Once they had arrived at the fourth floor Mad-eye moody and Tonks stood not ten feet from the elevator, and each other, screaming themselves to death. Tonks had long, bright purple hair and she looked like she had lost 20 years off her age. Her hair was pulled back into a tight plaid that lay nicely down her back. Mad-eye looked just as crazy as ever as he leaned on his walking stick, obviously frustrated.

"Now nymphidora!" He said reasonably as tonk's whipped out her wand

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" she hollered, raising her wand threateningly. Ginny gave a fake cough (much like Umbridge's to everyone's distaste) and Moody and Tonks both froze, growing, if possible, even redder as they slowly turned their heads to their visitors.

"Morning" Mr. Weasley said brightly as he ushered the children forward. Moody cleared his throat, looking possessively rabid as he forced a small smile to come across his gnarled face.

"Weasley's, Potter." He said thickly as he nodded to each of them and shook Mr. Weasley's hand.

"Ah, hem, ready to go kids?" Moody asked in what he thought a friendly voice. If the children weren't so accustomed to Mad-eye they probably would have refused to go near him point blank, but they all looked at each other excitedly and nodded.

"Good." Moody growled. Mr. Weasley had just finished hugging Tonks and her hair suddenly changed to a sick looking green color with a small 'pop'. She looked up and laughed,

"I guess I wanted to stand out!" she said happily. Harry let out a loud laugh, which he managed to turn into a violent cough and Ginny laughed.

"Nice harry, real smooth." Tonks took little notice of this as she grinned,

"Ginny you'll come with me, Harry, Ron, you'll go with Moody." Harry and Ron gave each other hopeful glances; Ginny looked absolutely thrilled.

"Awesome" they all chimed together. Mr. Weasley looked a little apprehensive but bade the children farewells, telling them that he'll pick them up about midnight after Tonks and Moody make their nightly rounds. With his warning to be careful he clamored back into the elevator with all the airplanes and disappeared behind closing silver doors.