Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: As much as I like reviews please don't force me to put chapters out quickly. I'm a college student and it's getting closer to finals. I need to work on English. So please be patient. Thank you. ZutaraFWHG4eva

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Two years is an awfully short time. Or so it seemed for Harry. At the same time it also seemed very long ago, yet at the same time it felt like yesterday. It was hard that he had to deal with so many deaths and funerals. He could remember talking to Tonks and Lupin before the Final Battle, and then the next he could remember staring at their bodies in the coffins, holding Teddy all the same. He spoke at every funeral there after. The hardest was being the first Snape and Fred's funeral.

I remember hating Severus Snape. During my first year, I swear to God that that man was out to kill me!

My first reaction to Fred was that he was insane. He had said: "Brutal, but no one died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they always turn up in a month or two!" Funny how he turned out to be wrong.

Harry smiled at these memories as he walked into the Burrow. He was now an Auror and on his way to becoming even greater. He had even helped out George with a product that was returned by a Death Eater. Harry was positive that this Death Eater was out to kill the only surviving Weasley twin.

"Hey Percy." Harry stated, picking up a cookie.

"Put that down." Percy snapped, hitting Harry's hand with a wooden spoon. Suddenly a small grey husky rushed over and gobbled up the cookie. Percy smiled at the dog before turning back toward Harry.

"When did you get a dog?"

"Mum bought him, she said she wanted something to take care of." Came the answer.

Harry nodded as he heard a scream. He quickly pulled out his wand. It sounded like Hermione was under attack. George calmly walked down with a smile on his face.

"Oh don't mind me," he started. "Our guest wants some milk or water. He prefers milk. Do we have any?"

"No, Mum gave the last to Biscut." Percy replied.

"Biscut?" Harry asked, still holding his wand.

"The cat." Lazy damn thing." George shrugged. "Put that thing away Harry you're going to poke someone's eye out."

The little husky ran through George's legs at this moment, and slid across the floor on his butt. He then hit the wall. After getting up on his legs he began to walk. It actually looked like he had too much firewhiskey. It was a comical sight.

"Does that thing have a name?" Harry asked, chuckling at the memory of finding out about Fluffy.

"Yeah. Triple P." A voice answered.

"Triple P?"

"Perfect, Prefect Percy."

"Percival." Percy snapped, correcting all at the same time.

Harry chuckled, and looked back towards the entry into the living room. His smile turned into a frown at the sight of the boy before him. His green eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out but a squeak. He started to laugh uncontrollably before saying: "You told me that a Quidditch player would show up after a month or two of going missing, not two years."

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A/N: This one came out a lot easier after I stopped thinking about it. I'm having trouble with the beginning and the ending. I'm trying to get it so that you see how much the characters have changed into two years. Harry's reaction was a little harder to do, so if you have any idea for Ron, he's the next one. Let me know. Thanks. ZutaraFWHG4eva