Chapter 1: Hogwarts

Harry froze in his place, his daughter still sleeping soundly in his arms, with his heart pounding against his chest. He stared in silence at the frightened face of the Headmistress of Hogwarts, hoping against hope that it isn't anything too serious.

"What is it, Minerva?" he said quietly, as to not wake Lily up. Placing her gently in the armchair, she immediately moved into a fetal position, her face peaceful.

"Is it James? Albus?" worry seeped through him as he thought of his two young boys; James, a second year, was quite mischievous for his age, although Harry was not surprised. He got his grandfathers genes, after all. And Albus… his sweet, sweet Albus. He just entered Hogwarts this year, and Harry could recall how terrified he was of becoming a Slytherin. But in the end, he turned up in Gryffindor; just like the rest of his family.

"No, no" Minerva waved away his concerns of his sons, "It's nothing to do with them. But it is very important, and I need you to come in to Hogwarts straight away. And bring as many as 100 Aurors as you can."

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, watching the green flames in the fireplace; thinking. Of course, he can spare as many men as he wants to. After the war, wizards and witches alike began registering for classes to become an Auror, and many succeeded. Now, the department has over 1000 soldiers; every single one of them trained and qualified for any given situation that can come up at any given time.

Taking in a deep, tired breath, Harry nodded his head, "Yes, of course. I'll be there by 6, at the latest. But what is so important that you need so many Aurors to be there?"

Minerva did not reply straight away. Instead, her face took a passive expression, as her eyes looked far-away.

Harry knew she was considering whether she should tell him or not, and when her face changed back to her stern, lips-pressed-together, eyes-squinted, forehead-wrinkled appearance, he concluded that she would not tell him. Not yet, anyway.

"Trust me, Potter, you will want to wait until you get here to find out. You're going to be in a state of shock, that I can promise you."

"Alright, men, listen up! We are to apparated right outside the gates of Hogwarts. Do not… I repeat, DO NOT apparated INTO Hogwarts; the protection, as most of you know, is tight, and you will IMMEDIATELY be fought out of the school by the security defense." Harry told all of his Aurors surrounding him; exactly 100, just as requested. His best, too.

Silence greeted his ears, and a small smirk appeared on his lips. Harry was aware of the fact that they were all so, very terrified of him, and, although it displeased him somewhat, it also amused him. He didn't know why they were frightened of him. Ron, Harry's best friend, brother in law, and fellow prime Head of the Auror department, once told him it was because he defeated Voldemort. Harry, the naïve young man that he was those few years ago, asked him why. Ron replied; "Just the fact that you defeated the most terrorizing evil wizard known to man scares them to their wits. They think that one wrong move means they get the Avada from you. You are quite intimidating when you want to be, mate."

A timid, hesitant voice spoke up from the back of the group, "Mr. Potter, why exactly are we going to Hogwarts?"

Many murmurs of agreement came from all around the room as they also wondered about that. However, when they looked to their Head Auror and fearless leader, all they could see was a shrug, "Don't know, but Headmaster McGonagall said that it was important."

Harry said a few more words of encouragement, and his usual before-mission speech, before dismissing them to the Apparation centre.

And in less than a second, 100 Aurors disappeared from sight, appearing right outside of the gates of Hogwarts.

Harry moved through the crowds of his soldiers toward the front, Ron right on his heels, muttering nonsense on how "ridiculous" apparition is.

Harry chuckled quietly at his best mate, "Ron, mate, shut up."

Ron sent him a glare, but did as he was told; muttering his last words: "Bugger off Harry".

As soon as Harry and Ron reached the front of the gates, they were met by Professor McGonagall, who greeted them both with warm handshakes. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley; I was hoping I wouldn't have to meet up with you too so soon after I saw you a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, circumstances arose and you are needed here at Hogwarts."

Both men shared a worried look at the Professor's clip, tight tone. Although her attitude changed towards the two boys after Voldemort was defeated, she never did use that tone of voice with them. Not since their sixth year.

"Well? What is it, then?" Ron questioned impatiently, his foot jiggling; a big sign to Harry that Ron was anxious.

McGonagall sucked in a deep breath and began to speak, her voice loud in volume so that the gathered people around her could hear;

"It seems that… well, there is no easy way to say this, but this morning Hagrid was doing his rounds of the grounds of Hogwarts, and, well… over one hundred people were found, unconscious, right on the battlefield of the Final Battle. And what's confusing is; those people already died during the first and second war. And now… they are alive."

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update, and I'm sorry that this chapter is quite short and not that well written. I wanted to get this chapter over with so that I can continue to the more important parts of the story, so please forgive me for this messy update (:

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