A/N: Fair warning, my writing on this piece has slowed dramatically. Between life and another personal writing project, I've not been spending much time working on this recently. Thankfully, I have several chapters banked before I catch up with where I'm at. I hope to keep putting out a chapter every two weeks. If that is no longer possible, I'll make sure to warn you in another note.

Thanks for reading.

Despite Harry's desire to talk to Cho, life just didn't seem to be cooperating. Two weeks crawled by with Harry spending only marginally less time working on his classwork. However, his Friday detentions with Elizabeth and Ethan had become a rather fun distraction to the end of his week. While they hadn't even come close to hitting him, let alone defeating him, they had managed to stop insulting each other long enough to formulate some strategies.

Granted, the strategies themselves weren't that good but it was something.

At the same time, Harry's life inside Hogwarts had relaxed ever so slightly. For the first time in weeks, Harry had been able to spend the previous Friday evening after "observing" detention in the Gryffindor Common Room, hanging out with Parvati, Ginny and a recovering Dennis Creevey. It had been a wonderfully good time with Harry feeling more at ease than he had been all year long.

The first Monday of November, the very week that the Tournament of Champions was set to begin, was a strange day, however. Harry had been sitting in on Defense Against the Dark Arts with Bill when the Headmistress herself came to collect Harry. Exactly why, she wouldn't say.
That is until Harry arrived in her office and saw Gawain Robards waiting for them.

"Headmistress, what is this?"

"Don't worry." Gawain said. "This is not a plea for you to join the Aurors."

"Then what exactly is it?" Harry asked.

"Take a seat, Harry." Minerva said. "I think you'll be interested in what Gawain has to say."

That certainly piqued Harry's interest. He did what she instructed and sat in one of the chairs across from Minerva while Gawain sat in the other.

"What's this all about?"

"Well, Harry, you'll be happy to know that we've seen the largest influx of qualified Auror candidates in years."

"That's good."

"Yes, the largest problem is that we are woefully under equipped to handle them."

"How so?" Harry questioned.

"A typical Academy class is anywhere from ten to fifteen students. That seems to be the sweet spot in terms of class size. A smaller class isn't worth our time and a larger class becomes too much to handle. In comparison, the class size that your friend Ron is currently with is twenty-six students."

"Merlin."

"Exactly." Gawain echoed. "So we are at a point where we need more instructors. But at the same time, the Minister and I both believe that the Department could use some updated training methods. It is our goal to effectively redesign how we train our instructors and we would like your help with that."

That certainly was not the pitch that Harry was expecting.

"Why me?"

"Because your methods work. In the last three years, we've seen quite a few former members of Dumbledore's Army become Aurors."

"Other than Ron and Neville?"

"Yes. Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot and Ernie MacMillan have all enrolled in the same class as Ron and Neville. Alicia Spinnet has been on the job about a year now and Lee Jordan about two years. Alicia was the highest rated Auror in her class while Lee was third. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Ron and Neville are fighting for the top spot while the other three are all in the top ten."

"What's your point?"

"They were all trained by you." Gawain replied. "Dumbledore's Army may have originally been conceived as a study group, but you trained soldiers. They fought in two large scale battles with less casualties than the Order of the Phoenix. Each of these students think about battle the same way, they fight the same way and when asked, each of them credits you for their skill and style."

"I don't have any particular training." Harry admitted. "I just survived."

"Harry, regardless of what you may believe, it takes some natural talent to get into any kind of one-on-one scenario with Voldemort and then survive. Even if your wand may have assisted you, you are in the small percentage of people who would have lived in that scenario."

"That's great." Harry replied. "I still don't understand what that has to do with the DA."

"These students all came to the Auror Academy well ahead of their peers. We don't need you to produce more students like that. What I need from you is to pass on just how you taught these students to our instructors."

"Wait, so you want me to teach your teachers how to teach?"

"Our success rate at the Auror Academy is about eighty percent. As it stands, your success rate is one hundred percent and they don't just pass, your students excel."

Harry didn't think of himself as much of a teacher. Even as he got ready to become a teacher himself, he still thought of himself as a bit of novice. But with Bill and Minerva expressing so much confidence in him over the last few weeks and now the Ministry of Magic asking Harry to teach their instructors, it led some weight to the idea that he may have actually been good at this.

"What do you want me to do?"

"We would like you to take a month next summer." Gawain said, handing Harry a list of Aurors. "These Aurors have been identified as our new instructors. Some of them have been at the Academy forever, others are new. We want you to teach them what exactly you were looking for and how you ran your classes."

"This will change everything about the Academy." Harry replied. "You'll be changing the entire training course to mirror the methods that I teach your instructors."

"Harry, that's the point." Minerva finally added with a smile on her face. "When all is said and done, there will be no one more influential to the future of the Aurors."

That was something that Harry had not considered. She was right. If Harry went through with this, he would effectively be rewriting how the Aurors taught. While he wouldn't have an impact on their actions or their policy, he would be the focal point of restructuring exactly how they thought.

"If I do this," Harry started, not quite believing the words that came out of his mouth. "I want more than just to train them. I want something more substantial."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be placed in charge of the instructors personally." Harry replied before looking up at Gawain. "I'm going to be the Defense Professor here at Hogwarts in two years' time. I will be feeding all your potential students to you. If I'm training the instructors and effectively selecting your students for you ahead of time, why wouldn't we just consolidate the educational side of the Auror Academy to one person?"

"You want to run the Academy?"

"No." Harry said with a laugh. "Someone else can worry about the day-to-day operation. I want to oversee the educational side of things. From their first year in Hogwarts until they graduate from the Auror Academy, every single class they ever take will be under my supervision."

"That's quite the request." Gawain said. "I have to admit that I am intrigued by the idea. Currently, the operation of the Auror Academy is run by the Auror Office, which takes away valuable resources and personnel from the Department. But if you could hire retired Aurors and instructors separate from the active Aurors-"

"Then you could more adequately use your personnel and I could hire staff more suited to teaching than to fighting."

"It is something to consider. Would you consider it, Minerva?"

Harry turned to her. If Minerva decided against the idea, it would certainly be dead in the water. Harry had an obligation to her and to the school. If she didn't feel that Harry could do both jobs, he would choose Hogwarts over the Ministry every day of the week.

Thankfully, it didn't come to that. When asked the question, Minerva simply smirked.

"I hired a seventeen-year-old to teach my students not because of his age but because of his ability." she said softly. "I'll help him expand his reach anyway I can, even if it means hiring an assistant for him at Hogwarts."

"Wonderful." Gawain replied. "Well, this is not how I expected this meeting to go but I must say that this is an interesting idea. I will take it to the Minister, but I am certain that he will be in favor. If that's the case, Harry, we'll begin work once you get done with school in June."

"Yes, sir."

"I need to get back to the Ministry." Gawain said as he stood. "Minerva, Harry: have a great day and I will talk to you soon."

With a quick nod to each of them, Gawain turned and walked back through the fireplace, shouting "The Ministry of Magic!" as he did. For a second after Gawain left, neither Harry or Minerva spoke. Instead, they simply watched the space where Gawain had just been.
It was Minerva, moments later, who spoke first.

"That's quite a thing you just did there, Harry."

"Yeah." Harry replied, the weight of what he had just proposed finally hitting him.

"If it comes to pass, you will have done a wonderful thing."

"You think so?"

"The largest problem that the Aurors have had over the years is that their training methods are antiquated and not at all in line with the educational standards that Hogwarts sets." Minerva explained. "As a result, students leave Hogwarts with one set of knowledge and skills, arrive at the Academy and suddenly realize that the skills they are equipped with are not what they need. Over the years, we've tried to adapt to what they teach but it's hardly standard between their instructors. If you can standardize the instruction at the Academy and then teach the students at Hogwarts that material, not only will you make the Academy better, but you will be in a better position to identify potential Aurors as early as their third year at Hogwarts."

"Sounds like it's going to be a lot of work." Harry said nervously.

"It will be." Minerva admitted. "But if there's anyone that I believe can do it, it's you."

Hermione's reaction when Harry told her what he had suggested was slightly different. Instead of a typically calm and measured response, she jumped into Harry's arms, crushing him in a hug.

"Harry, that's wonderful!" she shouted as she nearly picked Harry off the ground.

"Can't. Breathe." Harry sputtered as Hermione put him down while apologizing profusely. "It's okay."

The pair were taking some time to themselves after dinner that day before they started on their coursework.

"I can't believe that you managed to worm your way into a policy position at the Ministry before you left Hogwarts."

"Hey, I didn't worm my way into the job. They offered me one job. I just accepted another."

"You know what I meant." Hermione replied. "The fact that the Ministry never once thought about having someone standardize the educational standards between Hogwarts and the Auror Academy is insane."

"Well, they are standard. They just aren't the same. At least that's what it sounds like. But imagine how much better things would be if they were."

"Listen to you." Hermione said with a smirk.

"What?"

"You're talking about educational standards the same way that you used to talk about Quidditch formations." Hermione commented. "It's a good look on you."

"Stop it." Harry replied. "You can't tell anyone about this. It'll ruin my reputation."

"Your reputation as a lay about?" Hermione said with a smirk.

"I was not a lay about!" Harry countered. When Hermione gave him a knowing look, Harry wilted. "OK. Maybe I was a bit lazier than I should have been."

"You think?" Hermione replied. "You're going to spend your summer literally designing a school?"

"I'm going to need some help."

"If I'm allowed, you know that I'll be there for you."

"Good." Harry smiled.

The rest of the week moved by slowly with the rest of the school growing more and more excited as the first round of the Tournament of Champions approached. Harry allowed Elizabeth and Ethan to move their detentions to Thursday evenings for the remainder of the term so that they could both compete. Although Harry hadn't spent much time teaching either of them, they had seemed to improve ever so slightly with each detention.

Maybe they had a shot.

The Tournament worked relatively simply. Each student that submitted their name was ranked by the Head of their House within each year. During the first round, each Year would have a tournament until only one person from each Year in each House was left. After that, the winner of the First and Second year would face each other. Then, the winner of that match would face the Third-Year winner and so on until they reached the Seventh-Year winner.

Once that last match occurred, then a champion from each House would be crowned. Once each House had a champion, those champions would duel each other until one was left: The Hogwarts Champion. That Champion would then duel Harry for the opportunity to be the Grand Champion. Harry, as the goal for each student, would have a special seat at the front of the Great Hall where the duels will take place so that every student in the school could see who they were ultimately going to face, the living motivation for every one of them.

The first day would be the duels for the first and second years in each House. Two separate dueling arenas had been set up in the Great Hall with two others in the Entrance Hall. Considering almost every student in the school had put their name in for the Tournament, they were going to need all the space they could get.

The evening started with a relatively mundane opening address by Headmistress McGonagall before the duels began. Each of the four Head of Houses stood and watched the duels to ensure that no permanently damaging spells were used. The rules were relatively simple. Either knock your opponent off the platform, knock them out, Disarm them or get them to give up.
That first night from his perch at the front of The Great Hall, Harry didn't see any of the first three options.

While it was nice that everyone could compete in this Tournament, it was also completely hilarious trying to watch his First and Second year students attempt to duel. While there were a few random instances of genius (including a second year who kept shooting water at their opponent until they slipped and fell off the platform), mostly it was just eleven-year olds throwing sparks at each other with the rare Knockback Jinx thrown in for good measure.

Still, it was a bit of good fun to watch as each House crowned their first and second year champions, each fit with a crown and scepter that they could wear to the Yule Ball.
It was the next week when the Third and Fourth years got their turn that the level really grew. Among the dozens of duels that Harry watched that night, there were clearly some future Aurors among them. Not surprisingly, one of the standouts was Dennis Creevey, who appeared to be more confident and secure with each passing day. Through the four duels that he appeared in that night, three of them were over in than a minute and the fourth only lasted that long because his opponent refused to cast any spells, simply jumping out of the way of the ones that Dennis cast.

In order to finally defeat her, Dennis simply started walking towards her, casting as he went until he was only a few feet away. Finally, she stuck out her wand to attack.

Then, Dennis grabbed it and pulled it out of her hand. While it wasn't technically a legal move, no one was going to fault him for being frustrated with the girl.

Overall, the Tournament seemed to be having the desired effect. It was all that anyone could talk about. Certainly, there was still some House rivalry happening, but it was far more subdued. No more worrying about who was a Pureblood or a Muggleborn. Instead, they were all convinced that their Champion was eventually going to beat Harry Potter, even though no one that had yet dueled would have even stood a chance against him.

The following Saturday, Harry was in the Great Hall early to eat breakfast before a marathon day in the library when Ginny took a seat next to him.

"Look at this." she said as she threw The Daily Prophet in front of him. The main byline read:

DEATH EATERS ATTACKED

Family members of people who were killed at The Battle of Hogwarts attacked a group of Death Eaters being transferred from the holding cells to the Wizengamot's main courtroom yesterday. While the Death Eaters who were attacked have not been named, the assault is rumored to have been led by Ministry official Lawrence Brown, a clerk for the Department of Magical Transportation. Brown, 52, was the father of Lavender Brown, a student killed by Fenrir Greyback during the Battle of Hogwarts. Greyback has been charged with her death among a litany of other crimes by the Death Eater Tribunal.

Brown was arrested and has a court date set for Monday morning. He will likely be charged with assault, a charge that can carry a two-year sentence in Azkaban. No other conspirators have been named at this time.

"That's awful." Harry replied. "I can't imagine what he's going through."

"Me neither." Ginny agreed. "I met Lavender's father one time when I visited work with Dad. This was years ago before I started at Hogwarts. He seemed like a real nice man."

"He is."

Parvati sat down at the table across from them. She looked terrible. It was clear that she had been crying with her red eyes and heavy bags under her eyes.

"Our fathers worked together." Parvati whispered. "I got a letter from my father last night, telling me this would be in the paper this morning. Larry is the best. Apparently, he'd been spiraling for the last few weeks, drinking a lot and skipping work."

"Things are tough for a lot of people these days." Harry commented. "It's strange because we're here, where a lot of the worst happened, but it feels like being here, we're protected from the consequences of the war. Is that insane?"

"No." Ginny agreed. "Even for those of us that were here all last year, it's like we got back in the routine of what Hogwarts should feel like and that keeps us from the outside world."

"It's part of the problem with Hogwarts, isn't it?" Parvati asked. "We're hundreds of kilometers from the real world here. It's funny that this school is designed to help us transition into working for the Ministry, that's where most of us will work anyway, and yet it's literally as far away from society as it can be."

"Yeah, but that's part of its charm." Harry argued. "It wouldn't be as interesting to come to Hogwarts if it was in the middle of London."

"If the school was in London, we wouldn't know the difference." Parvati replied. "We would just get used to it. Plus, isn't it the people who really make this place? I mean, the castle is largely fixed and even though we can say that it's kept us from feeling the problems of the outside world, does it feel the same to you?"

"No, it doesn't."

"That's because there are people that should be, people that were always here who aren't anymore." Parvati said, tears pooling in her eyes. "We could have Hogwarts in a barn in the middle of the Sahara Desert and as long as the people were all there, it would still be Hogwarts."

"It would be a tough sell, but I suppose you're right." Harry replied. Just as Harry spoke these words, an owl dropped a letter onto Harry's lap. Harry opened it to see a note from Cho, asking him if he was free for dinner that night. While he wasn't free, Harry knew that he needed to see her to figure out once and for all if this relationship was something that he wanted to continue.

That evening, rather than working on the Charms essay that he desperately needed to finish before Monday morning, Harry sat in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place with Cho seated on the other side of the table. When she had arrived, Harry had tried to start making dinner, but Cho had stopped him and asked him to sit down.

Now, Harry sat and waited for Cho to speak. Finally, she did.

"I know neither of us wanted all of this to go down this way." she said sadly, her eyes fixed on the table between them. "But I think we both know this isn't going to work out."

"I know." Harry muttered in agreement.

"We tried, right? I just don't think we fit. Not as a couple anyway."

"Yeah." Harry agreed. "We tried. I kept trying to tell myself that our conflicts would just be this year but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it's just fundamental to who we are. Maybe I could have believed that it was going to be temporary, that things would have gotten better once I was just a professor and not a thousand other things at the same time. Then, I went out and agreed to work with the Ministry in standardizing Defense education."

"Meredith is still not happy about that, by the way."

"Why?"

"Well, as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she wasn't consulted at all on that idea." Cho explained. "You and Robards talked and then Robards talked to the Minister. The ball was already moving on the idea when Meredith found out."

"To be fair, we didn't talk to the Department of Magical Education either." Harry admitted. "But you have to admit the idea is good."

"Of course I think the idea is good. The fact that Hogwarts and the Academy have never had a standardized educational plan is insane. The fact that it's being created and facilitated by you is even better. But there are still pathways to go through."

"That's Robards' concern." Harry countered. "Anyway, the point of bringing that up was to say that even though I'm not in a position to go out and save the world anymore, I want to be involved. I'm already a member of the Wizengamot, which I intend to become a more active member in once I've graduated from Hogwarts, in addition to my other work duties. I'm certain that when the time comes, I will be looked at to support someone to replace Kingsley."

"I understand what you mean. I feel the same way. Life is just very busy right now. I think we're really good together, but we don't know each other well enough yet to be able to deal with the time apart that our lives create without simply drifting away from each other."

"I agree." Harry said sadly. "I am glad that we gave this a chance though. At the very least, we can remain friends, right?"

"I hope so." Cho replied. "Having Harry Potter as a close friend is very advantageous for a rising Ministry official."

"I'll keep that in mind." Harry chuckled. He knew that he shouldn't have been laughing in that moment. His first post-Ginny relationship had just ended. But Harry knew that the relationship had actually ended the day that he had gone to Hogwarts.

It had just taken that long to finally end.

"Do you want some dinner?" Harry asked as he stood and moved to the oven. "I had bought some pasta in case we actually got around to eating."

"That sounds wonderful."

Harry and Cho enjoyed the rest of the evening, not as a couple, but as friends. While things hadn't quite worked out the way that Harry had wanted, he was glad that they had tried. Looking back, one of his greatest unanswered questions had been related to his relationship with Cho. What would have happened if he hadn't met up with Hermione during their Hogsmeade visit?

Maybe it was possible that a relationship was never in the cards for Harry and Cho. The fact that neither of them seemed entirely broken up over the disillusionment of their relationship said something about how much it had meant to the other. Part of that likely had to do with the fact that their relationship still seemed fine, they had simply removed a label from it.

The other part likely had to do with the fact that while they were friends, they weren't built for any sort of monogamous relationship.

At least not with each other.

Harry and Cho spent the next couple of hours updating the other on what had happened over the last couple of months since they had last seen each other while sharing a home cooked meal and a bottle of wine. In the end, Harry told Cho that he needed to return to school so that he could work on his essay.

Before they left, both Harry and Cho agreed that they should meet once a month for dinner. At the very least, having the ear of the chief counselor for the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would be nice. But it would also be nice to have dinner with a friend.

That night, Harry returned to Hogwarts and almost immediately fell asleep. When he woke in the morning, his initial plan was to work on his Charms essay or practice for his Defense Against the Dark Arts demonstration due at the beginning of December, just a couple of weeks away. But Harry realized that it had been his obsessive overworking since the beginning of the school year that had been part of the reason his relationship with Cho hadn't worked out. Harry mentally committed to working through the night once the rest of the school slept. Instead of working, he dragged Hermione away from her Ancient Runes homework and went to the Gryffindor Common Room where they convinced Ginny and Parvati to come with them. Then, the four of them went to the Ravenclaw Common Room.

They stood outside the entrance of the Ravenclaw Common Room for nearly an hour before someone came out. They were able to convince a random second year to go and get Luna for them. While Harry or Hermione, as Head Boy and Girl, simply could have entered Ravenclaw Tower, each of them felt that was maybe not the best use of their powers.

Finally, Luna came out and Harry lead the group from the castle to the grounds where a recent snowstorm had deposited almost a foot of snow. Before anyone could realize what had happened, Harry had drawn his wand and created what seemed to be hundreds of snowballs that suddenly launched themselves at the others. The last time that Harry had felt free enough to spend this kind of time simply having a snowball fight had been his first year, when the Weasley twins had bewitched two snowballs to bounce off Professor Quirrell's turban.

Of course, none of them had realized they had been bouncing off Voldemort's face, which just made Harry laugh.

However, the largest difference between the last snowball fight he had participated in and now was that as a first year, he could only throw sparks with his wand. Now, five of them, all rather skilled with their wands, created a maelstrom of snowballs that whipped back and forth. Almost immediately, sides were formed with Harry and Luna on one side with Hermione, Ginny and Parvati throwing from the other. Within just a couple of minutes, Luna had conjured a castle that stood over ten meters tall, made entirely out of snow. At the same time, Parvati had created an almost exactly replica of Gryffindor Tower, complete with the House sigil on the side.

For almost an hour, each side fought try and bring down the others' structures. While Hermione's team got close, it was finally Harry and Luna who managed to destroy the mock Gryffindor Tower by creating a snowball twice as tall as Hagrid and then Banishing it. While the weight of the snowball meant that it didn't move very fast, there was nothing that the other three could do to stop it, forcing them to abandon their frozen tower before the massive snowball hit and caused a near-tsunami of snow to come rushing away.

Harry and Luna charged the remains of the tower, climbing to the top of the pile of snow where Harry conjured a flag with a lightning bolt that he placed at the top. That lasted about ten seconds until Ginny caught it on fire and Parvati charged at Harry, tackling him. They both tumbled down the hill and landed in a pile of snow nearly ten feet deep. Harry and Parvati couldn't help but laugh as they spent the next several minutes struggling to climb out.

It was only then, when they had finally gotten out of the snow hill, that Luna pointed out that they could have just used magic to melt or Vanish the snow. It would have been funny if they weren't so cold. The frozen collective climbed the stairs to Gryffindor Tower when they changed into pajamas and spent the rest of the day sitting in front of the fireplace, just talking and enjoying the company of some friends. If anyone in Gryffindor had any problem with Luna being there, they didn't say anything. Of course, Luna felt a bit like an honorary Gryffindor anyway, considering a large percentage of her friends were in the House.

When it was time for dinner, they all wandered down to the Great Hall and continued their conversation, especially the argument between Harry and Ginny regarding the placement of the Holyhead Harpies. Ginny was of the belief that the Harpies, despite their current mid-table placement, would end up winning the League for the third time in four years next season. Harry disagreed, believing that the Tutshill Tornados or The Pride of Portree, the top teams in the League this season, would likely be the top contenders. After nearly twenty minutes of this, Hermione finally charmed a cup of water to spray both in the face, so they would stop arguing about Quidditch.

It did work...for about fifteen minutes until the next time Ginny brought it up, causing Harry to continue the argument and Hermione to roll her eyes in frustration.

"It's just like if Ron were here." Hermione mumbled.

"You take that back!" Ginny bellowed.

"She's not wrong." Harry admitted. "You're more stubborn about Quidditch than even he is."

Of course, that lead to another twenty-minute argument on Ginny's stubbornness. At that point, Hermione abandoned them to go back to her studies. It took another ten minutes to finally calm Ginny down. By that time, both Parvati and Luna had also returned to their work, leaving Harry and Ginny seated alone in the Great Hall, arguing about Quidditch, Ginny's stubbornness and whether Professor Calhoun, who was seated at the top table, was secretly a vampire.

"How did things go with Cho?" Ginny said, abruptly changing the subject. It was immediately clear that she had been wanting to discuss that. Despite her efforts to appear like this was a normal question to ask, Harry couldn't help but wonder if she had a more personal reason for asking.

"They went well." Harry replied, deciding that if she had other reasons for asking, it would be up to her to address them. "I think we both realized that neither of us are very good at long distance relationships. Plus, we didn't really miss each other when we were gone."

"Are you still friends?"

"I think so." Harry admitted. "I hope so, at least. This is more of a 'not compatible' thing than a 'don't like the other person' thing."

"That's good." Ginny said softly. "I'm glad you got things figured out."

"Yeah. How are things with you and Neville?"

"Well, I haven't seen him since August, so they could be better." Ginny said. "It's not the same as you and Cho, mostly because you have the ability to leave the castle-"

"Which I doubt I will do much of now." Harry commented.

"Really? Why?"

"Who am I going to go visit?" Harry asked. "Ron is in training with Neville. You, Luna and Hermione are here. Those are my closest friends."

"I suppose." Ginny agreed. "Anyway, Ron and Neville will graduate in January before we come back to school. I'm hoping that things will be a bit more normal after that."

"Speaking of graduation," Harry said, deftly shifting the conversation away from relationships, a topic that Harry didn't much want to discuss now. "What do you plan on doing after school? I already have a job and Hermione will, quite literally, get her pick of Ministry positions. But I have no idea what you want to do."

"Well, that depends on a few things." Ginny admitted. "I already have a tryout with the Harpies scheduled for the day after graduation."

"Really? That's wonderful!"

"Yeah. I really think that I want to give Quidditch a try. At the very least, I can do that for a few years and then come back to the real world and get a real job."

"Quidditch is a real job," Harry said, "if it pays you, that is."

"Sure it is." Ginny scoffed. "If that doesn't work, then I might go work with my Dad. Hell, I might go become an Auror. I honestly don't know what I'll do if the Harpies thing falls through."

"I'm certain that you'll do wonderfully at whatever you choose."

"Aren't you sweet?" Ginny replied with a wink.

"On occasion."