A/N: hey guys, i'm sorry i have been out of touch lately, but here is another chapter for this story... thanks for staying with me... i'm looking for a beta-reader for all my stories, any one can and may apply for the position, please... thanks... XP

Ronald Weasley made his way towards the lift to his floor. The Ministry of Magic had been particularly more crowded this morning, almost as if there were some kind of trouble. Stopping at his floor he made his way to the Auror offices. Since the Second War, Ron had poured all of his time to his work. Picking up Death Eater stragglers have been his work so far, there are other Dark-Lord-wannabes still out there.

"Bollocks," he would say whenever he had picked one of those people, gagging their mouths before they rant on something like world domination, most powerful warlock, and You're going to regret this.

However, those days have passed. Nowadays, he would sit behind his desk, reading and analyzing reports sent to him and prepared some strategic measures for other, much younger, Aurors, who execute his plans to a near perfection. Because of ambition, these new ones would alter something, which could ruin the whole mission. But, they would be saved as new orders from Ron would arrive.

"Mr. Weasley," a woman called after him, as he absent-mindedly passed by.

"Yes, Ally," he turned towards her.

"The Minister would like you to be in his office in five minutes."

"Thanks, Ally."

Ron made his way back to the lift to go to the Minister's office. Kingsley Shacklebolt, ex-Auror, was a hero after the Second War, along with himself, and his bestfriend, Harry Potter. He was one of the most brilliant people the Aurors have ever produced.

"What in God's name is that?" Ron heard as he neared the door of the Minister's office. A witch was sorting some parchments by the table right by the door. A wizard was leafing through a copy of the Daily Prophet on a bench in front of the wooden desk. The witch beckoned for Ron to go on and enter the Minister's office. Without breaking stride, Ron made his way in.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was towering over a cowering person hidden behind a high-backed chair, his face angry and menacing. Ron coughed.

"You sent for me, Minister," he said.

"Ah, yes Weasley. Go and find Potter, I need him."

Ron was surprised. "P-Potter, sir? As in Harry Potter, sir."

Kingsley sighed, he made his way towards Ron. He clasped the latter's shoulders and said, "Unfortunately, yes."

"But, he's retired Auror, sir, begging your pardon."

"And yet, I need him. This is one of those moments where his expertise is all I can really trust."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Ron turned and made his way out. How the bloody hell he would find Harry Potter was beyond him. As he went out of the office, he glanced at the page of the Daily Prophet. Something caught his eye. Grabbing the newspaper from a very indignant wizard, he read the article entitled: Boy-who-lived, now teaches at Beauxbaton!