Authors Note - Hi Guys, sorry this chapter took so long. I have been very busy at work at over the last couple of weeks. Also I took some time out to plan the later chapters of this story. I have to be honest, this isn't the same story I started writing two years ago. As I left so long I kind of lost thread of where I was going with it. I now have this all planned out now. So the rest of this story shouldn't be too hard to write. Anyways on with the story. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, he is the creation of the brilliant JK Rowling.

Chapter 14 - Reunited with an old Friend

The next few weeks past in at a furious speed and before Harry knew it his birthday was looming, which meant only one thing. He would soon be receiving his letter from Hogwarts. He hadn't expected it but he was becoming very excited about going back. Hogwarts would always be the first home. Harry found that whenever he was alone his thoughts drifted to Hogwarts, he'd spend hour reminiscing over happy memories he'd shared with Ron and Hermione. Although admittedly he didn't remember too many, somewhere vague almost like a dream. He tried not think of Hogwarts as he last saw it, the image of the castle as a smouldering pile of ruins as enough to make him cry. So many people died there.

On morning about a week before his birthday Harry was awoken by Sirius bursting into his room.

"Harry! Wake up" cried Sirius gleefully.

"Wha... what's the matter?" asked Harry sleepily.

"This came this morning" replied Sirius thrusting a letter into Harry's hand. Harry reached over and picked up his glasses. He put them on and looked at the letter. The envelope was addressed in green ink;

Mr H Potter

The 5th Bedroom

12 Grimmauld Place

Grimmauld Square

London

Harry tore the letter open breaking the wax seal. He pulled out the letter and unfolded. He read the letter;

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry was suddenly wide awake. He couldn't help but smile broadly. Of course he knew he'd be receiving the letter soon, that didn't stop him from feel the happiness he left last time. Harry got up and followed Sirius down to the basement kitchen. Remus was sitting at the table, he smiled at Harry when he entered.

"I assume that was your Hogwarts letter." He said.

"Yep, can I use Amulius?" asked Harry referring to Remus's barn owl.

"Of course, he's out hunting. Should be back soon." Replied Remus "We should get you an owl for when you go to Hogwarts."

"I am getting a snowy owl called Hedwig next week" smiled Harry.

"Really? That's great" replied Remus

Harry explained all about Hedwig. The next week dragged for Harry, he was really looking forward to going to Diagon Alley to correct his things. He was especially looking forward to getting his wand. He felt lost without not that he could use it till September.

A couple of days before Harry's birthday he received a letter from Professor Dumbledore. It read;

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well. I had made the final arrangements for you trip to Diagon Alley. I have asked Hagrid to collect the parcel from Gringotts, which of course he has agreed to do. I mentioned in passing that you were also visiting Diagon Alley on the same date. He asked if it would be possible to meet with you. Which I am sure you will agree makes things easier.

I have advised him that you have permitted him to join you on your shopping trip. He will meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at 10 am on the 31st July. If this is agreeable please replied by return owl.

I am, yours most sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry had replied immediately. He had wondered how Dumbledore would explain this to Hagrid. Dumbledore was right, this was the easiest way not to raise any suspicions in Hagrid.

Finally it was the 31st July. Harry woke up early and got dressed. He went down to the basement kitchen for breakfast. Remus and Sirius were already eating. Sirius had taken the day off work. After they eat breakfast the three men floo'd to the Leaky Cauldron. As Harry straightened up after falling out of the fire place he looked around the pub. He felt an odd flutter in his stomach that had nothing to do with this floo journey. He had a flash of a distant memory of arriving in the pub with Hagrid. His entrance this time however had gone unnoticed. He guessed that it easier not to attract attention when you weren't in the company of a half giant. And speaking of Hagrid he was at the bar having a drink talking to Tom the barman.

"Harry, over here" called Hagrid after noticing Harry.

"Hi Hagrid" smiled Harry walking over to the bar.

"Sirius, Remus" said Hagrid shaking their hands.

"Welcome back Mr Potter" said Tom.

The pub suddenly went silent. There was a great scraping of chairs and next moment Harry found himself surrounded by people trying to shake his hand.

"Doris Crockford, Mr Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last" said the witch nearest to Harry. Then just as Dedalus Diggle went to shake Harry's hand Sirius stepped in.

"People!" he called above the babble of people calling out to Harry. "Have some restraint. We are in a hurry. Come on Harry"

As they turned around to leave the pub, Harry found himself face to face with Professor Quirrell. He was just as pale as Harry remembered him. He looked strange as he wasn't wearing the turban that he would be wearing come the start of term.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid "Harry Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Professor. What sort of magic do you teach?" asked Harry acting as he always did when in public, that he was a child who was new to magic.

"D-Defence Against the D-D-Dark Arts" muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" he laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all of your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires m-myself" he said looking terrified.

"Well we have loads to do. Nice to meet you Professor" said Sirius ushering Harry away from the crowd and into the small walled courtyard.

"He's a nervous bloke isn't he?" said Sirius as he tapped the wall with his wand to create the archway into Diagon Alley.

"Yeah, poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine studyin' outta books but took a year off ter get some first-hand experience.." said Hagrid

"I heard he didn't have a very good time of it. He was attacked by a Vampire in the Black Forest, barely made it out alive." Said Sirius grimly.

"You know Professor Quirrell?" asked Harry not catching himself in time but Hagrid didn't seem to notice.

"Not personally, just what I have heard at work. Apparently he had a nasty encounter with a hag too." Replied Sirius as the four men walked down Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley looked a brilliant as ever. Harry wasn't sure why he had a fondness for this place; he assumed it was because it was the first wizarding location he had visited. It was here that he had accepted that he wasn't dreaming and that he really was a wizard. He had been dubious before he had bought his school supplies. Harry couldn't help but to smile. They walked past the Cauldron's shop and the Apothecary where a plump woman was complaining about the prices "Dragon liver, seven-teen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..."

They continued on past Eeylopes Owl Emporium (Harry would get Hedwig later) and where about to pass Quality Quiddich Supplies when Sirius suddenly stopped. He was looking through the window. He let out a low whistle.

"What a beauty!" he exclaimed walking over to the window for a better look. "The Nimbus 2000... I've been hearing loads about this at work. Ludo Bagman mentions it any time I see him. It's the fastest broom ever."

"I told you" whispered Harry so only Sirius could hear him.

"Do you want one?" asked Sirius

"Yes but there is nothing wrong with my Comet Two Seventy. Besides first years don't get to play for the House Teams" said Harry, he hadn't told Sirius that he had played for Gryffindor in his first year "The Nimbus 2001 comes out next year"

"I can't keep up with the speed these brooms are coming out" laughed Sirius.

"Come on boys, we have to go to Gringotts" smiled Remus pulling the pair away from the window.

"You just don't like Quiddich do you Remus?" asked Sirius

"I like it fine, but one broom very much looks like another one to me" replied Remus.

"Same here" laughed Hagrid.

"How can you not see the differences?" asked Harry looking appalled

"You sound just like yah Dad" laughed Hagrid.

They laughed all the way down the street. Soon they were entering Gringotts. They were bowed though the bronze doors by a Goblin. As they walked towards the silver doors Harry slowed slightly to read the engraving on them;

Enter, Stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry couldn't help but think of his trip to a vault that wasn't his, on hindsight it wasn't particularly hard. Perhaps he just got lucky. Either way he couldn't help but to smile slightly. He noticed that there was a knowing smile on Remus's face.

"Yeh'd be mad ter rob it. It's the safest place in the world 'cept maybe fer Hogwarts" said Hagrid noticing that Harry had read the door. Harry force back a smile.

"Do you need something from Gringotts Hagrid?" asked Harry innocently.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore has give me a job ter do." Replied Hagrid brimming with pride.

They walked up to a free goblin that was sat behind long counter. The goblin looked up from his ledger.

"Morning" said Sirius "I wish to make a withdrawal from the Black Vault."

"Very well Mr Black" replied the goblin.

"I wish to make a withdrawal from my vault too" said Harry to the goblin.

"Very well Mr Potter do you have your key?" asked the goblin. Harry passed his key to the goblin (Harry had been given his key shortly after moving in with Sirius).

"An' I've got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore" said Hagrid throwing his chest out importantly. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin took the letter and read it carefully.

"This all seems in order. I will have someone take you down to the vaults. Griphook! Nedurk!" said the goblin.

Griphook and Nedurk approached the counter. Harry, Sirius, Remus and Hagrid followed the two goblins to the door that lead off the hall.

"What's You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" asked Harry

"Can't tell yeh that" said Hagrid mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore'sn trusted me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

Nedurk held the door open for them. The men walked through the door into the stone passageway and down to the little railway tracks.

"Mr Black I will take you to the high security vaults." Said the goblin called Nedurk "Griphook will take Mr Potter and Mr Hagrid to the other vaults" he then whistled, a cart hurting up the tracks towards them.

"See you out front when we are finished" said Sirius to Harry, he smiled before saying "Stay with Hagrid, don't wonder off"

"Don't worry Sirius. I'll look after him" replied Hagrid.

"Thanks Hagrid" said Remus.

Sirius and Remus climbed into the cart followed by Nedurk, the cart then speed off. Griphook then whistled and second cart arrived. Harry climbed in followed by Hagrid and Griphook. The cart sped off through the twisting passages. Harry's eyes stung as the air rushed past them. They sped past the stalactites and stalagmites and the underground lake.

"I hate these ruddy things" muttered Hagrid looking very green "I think I am gonna be sick"

The cart came to a halt next to a small door in the passage wall. Hagrid and Harry got out of the cart. Hagrid stopped to lean against the wall to stop his knees from shaking. Griphook unlocked the door to Harry's vault. A lot of green smoke billowed out as it cleared the mounds of gold, columns of silver and heaps of bronze came into view. Harry piled some into a bag. He didn't need as much as usual for his school things as Sirius had told him he would be paying for his supplies. "I have loads of god fatherly spending to catch up on" he had joked earlier in the week.

"Vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, and can we go more slowly?" said Hagrid

"One speed only" said Griphook

They went even deeper and gathered more speed. The air became colder and colder as they hurtled around tight corners. They rattled over the underground ravine. So they came to a halt outside vault seven hundred and thirteen. There was no keyhole.

"Stand back" said Griphook importantly. He stroked the door gently with one finger and it melted away. "If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped there"

"How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?" asked Harry, of course he already knew the answer but felt it was best to keep up appearances.

"About once every ten years," said Griphook, with a nasty grin.

Knowing Hagrid would find it suspicious if he didn't act curious, so Harry leaned forward trying to see what was in the vault. He looked around the vault with at first glance was empty. He looked down at the small grubby brown package lying on the floor. It was smaller than Harry remembered it. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it into his coat pocket.

"Come on back into this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back , it's best if I keep me mouth shut," said Hagrid.

One wild cart ride later they were stood outside of Gringotts. Sirius and Remus who had only visited one vault was already waiting for them. Harry was amused to see Remus, like Hagrid seemed a little green around the gills. They set off down the street towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"Would anyone mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." Asked Hagrid who still looked sick.

"Not at all, we'll come with you while Harry gets his uniform. You'll be ok won't you Harry?" asked Sirius.

"Yeah, no problem. See you in a bit" said Harry entering the shop.

When he entered the shop a squat witch dressed in mauve greeted him with a smile. Harry smiled back.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said "We have the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact"

She showed him to the back of the shop where there where two footstools. Already standing on one stool was a boy with a pale, pointed face... It was Draco Malfoy. Harry had forgotten he had met Malfoy before getting to Hogwarts. Harry stepped up on the other stool. Madam Malkin slipped a long robe over Harry's head and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hullo" said Malfoy "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes" said Harry, seeing no point in being rude.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands" said Malfoy in his drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I will smuggle it in somehow."

Harry had to force back a smirk as he thought of how in a few years his family would be in disgrace.

"Have you got your own broom?" asked Malfoy

"Yes, a Comet Two Seventy" replied Harry. Malfoy seemed impressed.

"That is a good broom. Do you play Quidditch?" asked Malfoy.

"Yes I do" replied Harry.

"So do I – Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say I agree. What position do you play?" asked Malfoy

"Seeker" replied Harry.

"Me too. Know what house you'll be in yet?" asked Malfoy.

"Yes" smiled Harry.

"No one really knows until he gets there, do they but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave wouldn't you?" droned on Malfoy

"I'd leave if I was put in Slytherin." Replied Harry cooly.

"Really? Lets guess Gryffindor, right?" asked Malfoy

"Got it in one M..." replied Harry catching himself before he used Malfoy's name.

"Father says everyone in Gryffindor are arrogant." Retorted Malfoy. Harry shrugged.

At that time Sirius and Remus entered the shop. They didn't approach Harry instead they browsed the rails. Sirius waved at Harry.

"Is that your father?" asked Malfoy.

"No, he's my godfather." Answered Harry

"Is the other one your father?" asked Malfoy who was clearly trying to work out who Harry was. There was something in the look he give Harry after Sirius entered the shop to say he suddenly recognised him.

"Nope" replied Harry.

"Where are your parents?" asked Malfoy

"They're dead" replied Harry coldly.

"Oh I know you are now!" replied Malfoy "Your Harry Potter!"

"Well done" replied Harry in mock celebration.

"You were all over the newspapers. Sorry about all that" said Malfoy. Harry was surprised to hear a tone that suggested that Malfoy was actually being sincere. But that Harry remembered until he rebuffed his attempt at friendship Malfoy had been almost friendly. Harry was saved from having to reply by Madam Malkin saying "That's you done, my dear"

"Thank you" said Harry stepping down off the footstool.

"Well, see you at Hogwarts, I suppose" said Malfoy

Harry, Sirius and Remus left the shop after paying for the robes.

"Was that Lucius Malfoy's son?" asked Sirius.

"Yeah, that's Draco. He a chip of the old block." replied Harry. "Where's Hagrid?"

"Still in the Leaky Cauldron" replied Remus.

"Where to now?" asked Sirius

"Flourish and Blotts, I'll get my books" replied Harry.

The three man walked up the street, as they neared the shop they saw Hagrid walking towards them. He looked a lot better now. There visit to the book shop was brief. Harry bought his all the books he needed for his first year. Harry had considered for a moment about buying Hogwarts: A History but he thought better of it, why deprive Hermione her fun. The four men walked up and down the street buying all of Harry supplies. He got his cauldron, scales and collapsible telescope. Then it was a quick visit to the apothecary for a potions kit for his first year. Back in the fresh air after the horrible smell of the apothecary Harry checked his list. He only had his wand left.

"This what I have been waiting for" smiled Harry "My wand!"

"That'll be Ollivanders next then" beamed Sirius.

"Hang on, I still haven't got yeh a birthday present Harry" said Hagrid

Harry went red. He still wasn't used to people buying presents for him. "You don't have too" he mumbled.

"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went out of fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at - an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls." Said Hagrid.

"Wow, Hagrid that is very generous of you" said Remus.

"It's nothin'" replied Hagrid smiling.

They walked over to Eeylops Owl Emporium. As they walked in Harry felt a sudden pang of longing, he was about to see Hedwig again after eleven years. He scanned the cages looking for her. He couldn't see her. Panic raised up in him. Sirius seemed to sense something was wrong. He moved over next to Harry.

"What's wrong kiddo?" asked Sirius

"I can't find her. She's not here." Said Harry sadly.

"What type of owl is she?" asked Sirius.

"A snowy" replied Harry.

Before Sirius could say anything, Remus called over to them from the back of the shop.

"Harry, this a very handsome owl"

Harry hurried over to where Remus was standing, hope rising in him. Remus was pointing to a high cage, where sat Hedwig. A bubble swelled inside in him. He forced back the tears that threatened to overcome him. He hadn't banked on this. He missed Hedwig, she'd had been his first friend. "That's her" he choked.

At that moment a shop assistant approached them. Hagrid also came over to join them. Harry quickly tried to compose himself. He felt ashamed that he had panicked so quickly and that he'd allowed himself to break down. He needed to learn to keep a grip on himself or life at Hogwarts was going to be difficult.

"Can I help you?" asked the Shop assistant smiling broadly.

"I would like to buy that owl" replied Hagrid.

The shop keeper opened the cage, took Hedwig out and carried her to the counter. Hagrid followed him. Harry stayed where he was and composed himself. Remus squeezed his shoulder to reassure him. Hagrid and Sirius haggled over price for a few minutes before they agreed on a price for Hedwig.

"There yeh go Harry, happy birthday" beamed Hagrid handing over Hedwig's cage to Harry.

"T-t-thanks Hagrid" choked Harry. "S-she's beautiful"

"Come on Harry time to get your wand" said Sirius happily trying to cheer Harry up. This did lift Harry's spirits. If there was one thing he was looking forward to the most out of this shopping trip (even more than getting Hedwig) was getting his wand. Since his wand had been broken at Godric Hollow by Hermione he had never felt comfortable with his wand. In time Malfoy's wand had started to work well for him but it was nothing compared to his wand and now he was to be reunited with it. For the last year Harry had felt venerable without a wand.

They walk down the street towards Ollivanders. The narrow and shabby shop was exactly as Harry remembered. The peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. As they walked in a tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop. It was a tiny shop. Hagrid sat down in the spindly chair. Harry had never been a big fan of Mr Ollivander. He give Harry the creeps. He also hated this shop as it too spooked him slightly. The four men remained silent.

"Good afternoon" said the soft voice of Mr Ollivander. Harry jumped. Hagrid quickly got his feet.

"Hello" said Harry smiling weakly.

"Ah yes," said Mr Ollivander "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr Ollivander stepped closed to Harry. Harry had forgotten how little the old man blinked.

"Your father on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well I say your father favoured it – it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Said Mr Ollivander, who was now so close to Harry that they were almost nose to nose. "And that's where..." Mr Ollivander touched the scar on Harry's forehead with a long white finger.

"Mr Ollivander, I don't feel that is appropriate" said Sirius trying not to sound rude but to get his point across. Mr Ollivander turned to look at Sirius.

"Sirius! Sirius Black! How nice to see you again. My apologies. Oak twelve inches, flexible, wasn't it?" asked Mr Ollivander.

"Yes that's right" replied Sirius.

"Was it snapped when you were imprisoned?" asked Mr Ollivander.

"No I got it back." Replied Sirius.

"Oh Remus Lupin! Hawthorn ten inches, rigid wasn't it?" asked Mr Ollivander suddenly noticing Remus.

"That's right Mr Ollivander." Replied Remus.

"Quite a shop full today. Rubeus Hagrid, how nice to see you again. Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?" said Mr Ollivander turning to Hagrid.

"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid.

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" asked Mr Ollivander, suddenly stern.

"Er – yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?" asked Mr Ollivander sharply.

"Oh no sir" said Hagrid quickly gripping his pink umbrella very tightly.

"Hmmm," said Mr Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. "Well, now – Mr Potter. Let me see."

Mr Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure with silver marking out of his pocket.

"Which is your wand arm?" he asked.

"I am right-handed," replied Harry.

"Hold out your arm. Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand." Explained Mr Ollivander as the tape measure took his measurements. "Right then Mr Potter try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take and give it a wave."

Harry did as he was told and took the wand and waved it. Mr Ollivander snatched it back almost immediately. And so it began. Harry remembered his first visit to Ollivanders, he had tried most of the wands in the shop. The pile of tried wands got bigger and bigger. Mr Ollivander became happier as time went on. Harry however was becoming impatient. He wanted his want. Now he was this close to it he physically ached for it. Then finally Harry heard the words he was waiting for. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Harry held back a smile and took the wand and give it a wave. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end of the wand. Hagrid whooped, Remus and Sirius clapped. Mr Ollivander cried "Bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious..."

He put the wand back in the box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... curious..."

"What is curious?" asked Remus. Harry cringed, he didn't want anyone know about the link between his wand and Voldemort's wand.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in this wand, give another feather – just one other. It is curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand Mr Potter when it's brother – why it's brother gave you that scar." Replied Mr Ollivander.

"What?" asked Sirius and Remus together. Harry said nothing.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter... After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things – terrible, yes, but great." Said Mr Ollivander.

Harry shuddered as he thought how apt Mr Ollivanders prediction would come true. But this time his wand was going to end Voldemort for good. Sirius paid the seven gold Galleons for the wand. The four men headed back to the Leaky Cauldron for a birthday tea for Harry before they headed back to Grimmauld Place. Once seated at a table by the fire in the pub Harry pulled out his wand. He took it out of the box, the warmth returned to his hand. He couldn't help be smile broadly. He was the happiest he had been for years, he finally felt complete.

Authors Note - Well that was chapter 14, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review.

The next chapter may be delayed slightly, this is due to the realise of Deathly Hallows Part 2 on the 15th July. I have a tradition, every time a film is realised I read all the books before hand. I left it a little late this time. I have two weeks and five books to read. lol. I'll try to update if I can. I hope you all enjoy the film (I know I will)!