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Harry Potter opened his, eyes, rolled over in bed, and looked at his new wife sleeping peacefully next to him. Although Ginny had a crush on him from the first day she met him, Harry hadn't begun to return the feelings until the middle of his fifth year. They had been a couple ever since, and now four years after he graduated from Hogwarts, they had been married. He sighed as the daily fight between his two best friends Ron Weasley and his wife, Hermoine began. Even after they had fallen and love and gotten married, their little spats were still a daily occurrence. Ginny's eyes fluttered open and asked, "Those two at it again?"
"Of course. You wouldn't expect them to be quiet for us on the first day back from our honeymoon would you?" Harry replied.
"Oh well. I have a show tonight and I might as well start getting stretched out and ready."
Ginny Potter was a ballet dancer in the Wizard Ballet Company. She had started out as a lowly member of the corps but her amazing beauty and talent soon advanced her to the prima ballerina. The Company was currently doing a production of "Sleeping Beauty" and Ginny was dancing the role of Aurora.
Harry was of course the most powerful and famous wizard in the world, since his defeat of Voldemort in his seventh year. He became very sad as he thought back to the day the final battle had occurred. His mentor, Dumbledore, had died in the battle, as well as his godfather, Sirius. Harry sighed softly, and got up to go to his job as the head auror for the minister of magic. He knew Dumbledore and Sirius would have been proud of him for his career and happy for him and Ginny, but he still wished they, and his parents could have been there.
Ron, Hermoine, Harry, Ginny and Fred and George Weasley all lived together in a giant house they had purchased soon after their graduation. Fred and George were extremely rich, and two of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors. Their company, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been an instant success. Ron was a professional quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons and had brought them out of their horrible losing slump to the top of the league with his amazing skills as keeper. Hermoine was the Mistress of magic. Under her leadership, the wizarding world had become a much safer and just place. As the first Muggle born mistress, Hermoine had worked to eliminate discrimination in the wizard world, and had succeeded tremendously. She had also secured house elf rights.
Harry and Ginny came downstairs for breakfast happy and laughing only to be met by a very somber foursome in the kitchen.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, "Have we run out of coffee or something?"
George silently handed Harry a letter that Merlin, their owl had brought. As Harry read the note, the smile disappeared from his face.
" Is this for real?" he gasped.
" I'm afraid so" replied Fred, "His escape is all over the Prophet as well."
"No, no this can't have happened. He was a high security prisoner in the mental ward of St. Mungo's. No one can ever get out of there. Its tougher to escape than Azkaban."
"Who?" asked a very pale faced Ginny, thoroughly afraid of the answer.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy is on the run. And without doubt he's going to look for the cave. He is the only other person besides me of breaking the spells placed on the book. And if he gets hold of it, we will have another Voldemort on our hands."
Harry Potter opened his, eyes, rolled over in bed, and looked at his new wife sleeping peacefully next to him. Although Ginny had a crush on him from the first day she met him, Harry hadn't begun to return the feelings until the middle of his fifth year. They had been a couple ever since, and now four years after he graduated from Hogwarts, they had been married. He sighed as the daily fight between his two best friends Ron Weasley and his wife, Hermoine began. Even after they had fallen and love and gotten married, their little spats were still a daily occurrence. Ginny's eyes fluttered open and asked, "Those two at it again?"
"Of course. You wouldn't expect them to be quiet for us on the first day back from our honeymoon would you?" Harry replied.
"Oh well. I have a show tonight and I might as well start getting stretched out and ready."
Ginny Potter was a ballet dancer in the Wizard Ballet Company. She had started out as a lowly member of the corps but her amazing beauty and talent soon advanced her to the prima ballerina. The Company was currently doing a production of "Sleeping Beauty" and Ginny was dancing the role of Aurora.
Harry was of course the most powerful and famous wizard in the world, since his defeat of Voldemort in his seventh year. He became very sad as he thought back to the day the final battle had occurred. His mentor, Dumbledore, had died in the battle, as well as his godfather, Sirius. Harry sighed softly, and got up to go to his job as the head auror for the minister of magic. He knew Dumbledore and Sirius would have been proud of him for his career and happy for him and Ginny, but he still wished they, and his parents could have been there.
Ron, Hermoine, Harry, Ginny and Fred and George Weasley all lived together in a giant house they had purchased soon after their graduation. Fred and George were extremely rich, and two of the wizarding world's most eligible bachelors. Their company, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been an instant success. Ron was a professional quidditch player for the Chudley Cannons and had brought them out of their horrible losing slump to the top of the league with his amazing skills as keeper. Hermoine was the Mistress of magic. Under her leadership, the wizarding world had become a much safer and just place. As the first Muggle born mistress, Hermoine had worked to eliminate discrimination in the wizard world, and had succeeded tremendously. She had also secured house elf rights.
Harry and Ginny came downstairs for breakfast happy and laughing only to be met by a very somber foursome in the kitchen.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, "Have we run out of coffee or something?"
George silently handed Harry a letter that Merlin, their owl had brought. As Harry read the note, the smile disappeared from his face.
" Is this for real?" he gasped.
" I'm afraid so" replied Fred, "His escape is all over the Prophet as well."
"No, no this can't have happened. He was a high security prisoner in the mental ward of St. Mungo's. No one can ever get out of there. Its tougher to escape than Azkaban."
"Who?" asked a very pale faced Ginny, thoroughly afraid of the answer.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy is on the run. And without doubt he's going to look for the cave. He is the only other person besides me of breaking the spells placed on the book. And if he gets hold of it, we will have another Voldemort on our hands."