Harry finally had an hour to himself. He loved living at the Burrow, loved being a part of a loving family but alone time without lots of questions were difficult. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were all at Diagon Alley, Ron at the shop getting ready for the reopening and the girls getting their stuff ready to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. He entered the room that was Ron's and went over to the camp bed that he had been using over the last 7 years. Reaching underneath, he pulled out the wooden box Aunt Petunia had given him and sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. She had whispered an apology in his ear as she had handed it to him confirming to him as he took it from her that it contained things of his parents. He opened the box setting the lid beside him, tears already threatening to sting his eyes. There were photos, of his parents happy, his mum pregnant looking serene, both of them his dad holding her swollen stomach protectively looking proud and happy. Photos that included Sirius and Lupin, both looking younger and healthier. Him as a baby, proud parents looking on, so many memories and Harry drank them all in craving them, wishing he could hear them, remember them, their touch, smell, love.

There were certificates in the box, his parent's education ones, their marriage and his birth. A bundle of letters that they had sent to each other when for whatever reason they had been apart. Their wands, both felt warm in his hands, he wondered would things have been different had his parents had their wands to hand on that fateful night or would Voldemort still have been to much, could they have sent for help, he stopped himself, it was no good thinking what if. He picked up a pouch, inside delicate ruby stud earrings, his mum's ruby engagement ring and their wedding rings engraved on the inside of both was one word - forever. Harry clutched them tight to his chest, thinking.

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The Hogwarts Express was spouting steam out of it's funnel. Three couples were saying their goodbyes. Harry was holding Ginny tight in his arms, murmuring into the top of her hair. Ginny's face was buried into his chest. One hand fingering the pendant he had given her after their trip to Australia, the other holding just as tightly on to him. Harry did not want to let her go, he was even considering jumping in the train as well. He could always do Auror training next year he tried to fool himself. He sighed, he wanted to move on Hogwarts was part of his past, it just wasn't fair that part of his future was going to be there for nearly a year.

"Promise me," Ginny said into his chest, "that you will look after yourself while your training." His arms tightened around her and murmured his reassurance into her hair. Ginny was also in two minds, did she really need this last year, why not try out for some teams now and stay with Harry but she knew her only chance of getting accepted by the team she wanted was if she completed her education, the Holyhead Harpies had a policy that only witches who had completed their education could try out. So it was back to Hogwarts again without Harry and although she knew he was safe, well as safe as you can be when training to be an Auror, the fact that they were together, had been together was making it just as hard as last year.

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George and Luna were standing close together, George gently playing with Luna's hair. In her hands was a copy of the Quibbler, the first edition since the war. She was so proud of her father, on his return from Ireland, he had recovered the printing press from their home and installed it into the shed and produced, what she thought, was an inspiring piece on the heroes of the war, although she had been embarrassed when she has read his tribute to her.

"So," Luna started, "You'll be ok?" her big blue eyes bored into his. George smiled, slightly forced.

"Of course," falsely cheery, "Ronnikins and Harry are moving into the flat next door, they'll be keeping an eye on me. What about you?" He took a step closer as she glanced with a fleeting look of nervousness in her eyes.

"Oh, I'll have Ginny and Hermione, I'll be fine" her smile not quite being echoed in her eyes. George pulled her into a hug and kissed her, putting all his feelings and fears behind the kiss which she returned with as much emotion as him. They pulled away breathless, overwhelmed by their feelings. He pulled her tight to his chest.

"Yeah, we'll be fine" he gasped, both trying to believe it.

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Hermione was already on the train wearing her Head Girl badge with pride, Ron having carried her chest on board, sat down in the carriage and pulled her onto his lap.

"Ron" she admonished, "I'm Head Girl!" Ron laughed and began to kiss her passionately, she quickly responded. The whistle sounded and they reluctantly pulled apart.

"Write to me" she murmured against his lips. He smiled as he nodded his head.

"I will," he helped her stand whilst trying to rearrangement himself in the trouser department and stood himself. "I'm going to miss you" she smiled and held him tight briefly. She pulled away with a sigh.

"I'll miss you too." Their eyes locked and so caught up in themselves they did not hear the door opening behind them as Ginny and Luna entered, both looking wet eyed and miserable. Ron gave Hermione a quick peck on her forehead and left quickly to join Harry and George on the platform. As other students were laughing and cheering out of the carriages and their families waved back, the six of them silently looked with wistful, forced smiles at each other as the train slowly pulled away from the platform.

"Well, I don't know about you two," stated George, "but I could do with a drink" Harry and Ron nodded their agreements as the train disappeared into the tunnel and out of sight. "Leaky Cauldron?" Again came nods and the three of them apparated away.

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"GEORGE, HARRY, RON" came a chorus of voices. It was lunchtime and the table in front of them had a mixture of small glasses and butterbeer bottles on it. The three of them looked up to see Lee, Katie, Alicia and Angelina walk over to join them.

"We went over to the shop but no one was there, so we thought we'd try here" Alicia informed them as they all joined them except Lee would had gone to put in the drinks order. "Have you three eaten anything yet?"

"Not hungry" grumbled Harry. The girls smiled indulgently knowing where they would have been that morning.

"Well," Katie announced, "hungry or not if you three are going to continue you need to eat something!" and stood to join Lee at the bar to put in a large food order for all of them to share.

"How have you been?" Angelina quietly asked George who she was sitting by. She had not really seen him since the funeral except at the Ministry Ceremony and reception , unsure how to act around him which made her feel guilty as they had been close friends and she should be there for him but her feelings for Fred had kept her away. Although they had only been casual about their relationship, seeing others, they always gravitated back together for heated moments, she had always hoped that one day Fred would realise how much he loved her and they would become a serious couple. She would never know now unless she asked George and wild horses would never pull that question out of her. George turned and looked the girl, no woman, he knew his twin had loved. He knew Fred had plans after the war to ask Angelina if she felt the same way saying it was not right to do so before the upcoming war despite George encouraging him otherwise.

"Alright" replied George quietly, "I miss him. You?" He noticed her cheeks darken and she looked down at the table.

"I miss him too." she looked up as Tom the barman was levitating the food and drinks to their enlarging table. "So…." she paused "are you and Luna…?" It was George's turn to blush, what were him and Luna? They never discussed it. They'd kissed but…his mind wandered slightly remembering her lips.

"We're friends, that's all" and reached for another drink and sandwich feeling for some reason guilty.

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The afternoon progressed into early evening. Ron and Harry were currently leaning on each other asleep and dribbling. The group had heard from first Ron, (then Harry), how much he loved Hermione, (Ginny), and he was not going to survive the year without her, Hermione, (Ginny). They had told some of their past year which was new to the group as the trio had told very few of their adventures and after their telling of their daring escape of Gringotts had passed out about half an hour ago. Lee had arranged accommodation for them and Tom with his big toothless grin walked over to the table and carefully levitated the snoozy pair upstairs. Katie took this as time to go as she had an early start at work the next day and with hugs and kisses to everyone, flooed home, not trusting to apparate.

The evening progressed. Alicia and Lee and settled into the corner, Alicia sitting astride on his lap and were currently drunkenly kissing, hands roaming. The pair had been together now for a year and obviously that comfortable with each other (and of alcohol) did not mind their display being public.

George and Angelina, fuelled with alcohol, had starting reminiscing about Hogwarts days. The Quidditch, the pranks, the students, Fred. More fire whisky, with the occasional butterbeer, was being consumed.

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Harry awoke with the panic, his first thought had been Voldemort as the pain in his head was so bad. He pulled Ginny towards him to protect her only to be surprised as her soft curves had developed into muscles overnight. He looked down to see Ron snuggled to his chest, arm wrapped loosely around his waist. He relaxed, visions of a lot of alcohol not Voldemort came to mind, until Ron's hand (hopefully thinking he was with Hermione) began to stroke his side. Harry jumped up, groaning loudly as his head split and spun at the same time and causing Ron to roll of the bed with a thump and a "Bloody hell!"

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Dreams. A dream that he was slowly becoming conscious of. Arms entwined, heavy breathing, legs moving against each other, lips trailing down beautiful, soft dark skin. Dark skin… not Luna's almost translucent skin.

George opened his eyes to see dark hair next to him on the pillow. Angelina, still asleep. A quick look under the covers confirmed his fears. Both of them were naked and he felt the evidence of sex on himself. Panic and guilt rose within him. What had he done and more to the point, as his bedroom door burst open to reveal a shocked Ron and Harry halfway through asking for a hangover potion, what was he going to do now???

If you've just read this I've managed to upload with the new system, even with the old system I would always forget and I know if I updated more often I would remember. I am trying so sorry for yet another long wait!

Don't shout at me too loud about George. There is a plan of sorts.

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