Chapter Two – The Second War
The second war. The final death of Voldemort. The trio that brought it to an end. It was a lot to live up to for three teenagers, barely of age.
Once it was over and they had thrown away the Elder wand; Ron, Hermione and Harry had stayed to help with the clean up. They swept the muggle way, as if they were afraid of using magic again, finally aware of how magnificent yet deadly it could actually be.
They'd helped tend to the sick and injured until they could be taken to St. Mungo's, despite Mrs Weasley's protests. In her eyes her youngest son and practically adopted son and daughter had dealt with and done enough to save the Wizarding world. Eventually, Ron had noticed that Hermione could barely keep her eyes open. He carefully drew her into his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead before apparating with her back to the Burrow. They landed safely in the front room and a loud crack announced the arrival of Harry soon after.
Ron laid Hermione down on the sofa, covering her carefully with a blanket before wandering through to the kitchen. After finally working out how to light the stove with a box of what Harry called matches, Ron leant against the side with a loud sigh. "It's over..."
Harry looked at his best friend with a nod. "Hard to believe, huh? That's it, seven years of fighting and..." He trailed off, not sure how to live when his entire wizarding life had been spent fighting Voldemort and his death eaters.
Ron clapped a firm hand on Harry's shoulder before turning to the now boiling kettle. "Back to Hogwarts, although it doesn't seem right after all that. You'd think killing the most evil wizard and stopping all his death eaters from taking over the world would be enough. I reckon that counts for at least 4 N.E.W.T's!" He laughed as he made three cups of muggle tea. Passing a cup to Harry he smiled. "So, I noticed you and Ginny..." He cast his eyes down, looking uncomfortable.
"I noticed you and Hermione..." Harry managed a smirk as Ron's face turned bright red. "It's about time... I'm happy for you!"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ron sipped at his tea before picking up the spare mug. "You too mate!" He gave his best friend a genuine smile before leading him back through to the living room where Hermione was now sitting, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. Taking a seat next to her and passing her a mug, Ron grinned over at his best friend. "I reckon you at least deserve Head Boy after all that..."
"Yeah?" Harry grinned. "To be honest, I just fancy a quiet year..." The trio laughed together, although it was a little hesitant. Not one year of their time in Hogwart's had been quiet and it was hard not to expect the worst on their return.