The next two days past to quickly and before Harry knew it he was piling everyone's luggage in the overhead compartment, cursing Hermione because her beauty case was in the way.
"Why do you need one?" Yelled Harry, trying to find room, "It doesn't make a difference anyway."
Hermione looked up at him, fury flashing in her eyes.
'What I mean to say is that you are already so beautiful that you don't need it."
"Smooth move," said Anita, sitting Hermione down and patting her on the shoulder.
The train started to move and everyone was cramming there heads out the window hoping to get one last look at the castle.
They sat in silence for about ten minutes until Ron said,
"Stop being so depressed. We finished school. And Harry, you didn't even get expelled or have a truth potion used on you or die!"
"It's a pity isn't it," said Blair, sounding a solum as he could, which is not very. Even Hermione, who was still annoyed at Harry, laughed.
"Very funny," said Harry.
There was a knock on the compartment door and the plump food lady stuck her head in.
"Can I offer you anything dears?" she asked kindly.
"I'll shout," said Harry getting up and walking out with her.
"What will it be dear?" she asked, gesturing to her vast array of things. Pumpkin Pasties, Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Botts every flavour bean, Pumpkin Juice, Droobles best blowing gum, Frosties surprise milk and many more.
Harry walked back into the compartment and dropped the food on the small table on the sides.
"Dig in," he said carelessly.
"Thanks," said Everyone, even Hermione who seemed to have forgiven him.
Before long they were pushing there way onto the platform 9 3/4.
Harry scanned the Platform and saw Chantal, Sirius's wife and walked over to her.
"Hi Honey," she said.
"Hi," said Harry sighing.
"hey, I'm your godmother and will not tolerate you speaking to me that way," she joked.
"What way?" asked Harry innocently.
"I'm not stupid," she said.
"Could have fooled me. I mean I always suspected it but after you went and married him." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Back In a seck," said Harry running over to say goodbye to everyone.
"See you all," said Harry, giving the girls a hug.
"don't I get a hug?" sniffed Blair, pretending to wipe a tear from his face. Harry rolled his eyes and gave Blair a hug.
"See you," said Harry walking through the barrier that separated platform 9 from platform 9 3/4.

Harry lugged his trunk up the stairs and into his room. He dumped it in the corner and jogged back into the kitchen were Chantal was waving her wand about, cooking up something delicious.
"When's Sirius getting home?" asked Harry, taking a seat on one of the stools."
"Late," she said, "He had a meeting with Fudge. Some Lunatic has rounded up all the German wizards who are here and are holding them hostage. Going on about them being responsible for Voldermort."
"Where's the connection?" asked Harry.
"Hitler," she said simply. Harry understood and now he thought about it Voldermort did have some similarities to him.
Sirius was Minister of protection and Chantal was a daily Prophet reporter.
"So," she said, leaning on the marble bench, "What was your N.E.W.T score."
"15," Harry mumbled.
Chantal's eyes widened and she rushed over and gave Harry a hug.
"That's fantastic sweet heart," she said.
"So what do you want to do?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.
"I don't really know. The Job offers come in Monday so I'll guess I'll find out in three days."

Harry woke early the next morning and after a hot shower came down to the kitchen were Sirius and Chantal were eating breakfast.
"Your up early," Sirius commented.
"Yeah," said Harry. He sat down and grabbed a piece of toast. He lifted it to his mouth and then put it down and looked up.
"I've got something to tell you," he said abruptly.
"What?" asked Chantal.
"I'm moving out," he said.
"Great," said Sirius, but reprimanded himself after a look from Chantal.
"Harry, moving out is a big thing," said Sirius, but rolling his eyes the minute Chantal turned her back.
"Chantal," said Harry, "You don't want me around the house forever. I'll still see you heaps and everything like that."
"Fare enough," said Chantal; "I don't want you around the house forever."

Chantal and Sirius had gone out and Harry was sitting alone reading. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Harry got up and answered. There was a tall two tall men wearing neat and official looking robes.
"Mr. Potter," said one.
"Yes," said Harry cautiously.
"Let us introduce ourselves," said the other Man, "I am Mr. Cole and this is Mr Mack.
We are members of the department of Magical games and sports. We have a proposition for you Mr. Potter."
"Come in," said Harry," letting them pass.
"Harry," said Mr Mack, "How would you feel about being the Seeker for the English quidditch team?"
Harry's mind was racing, him, on the English quidditch team.
"Well," said Mr. Cole.
"It would be fantastic," said Harry.
"Well, we will give you some thinking time. If the answer is yes, come by the offices tomorrow and we'll get the paper work."
Harry let the men out and flopped back down on the couch.
"Why had they come in person to tell him, why didn't they put it in the papers? But then Harry realized it would be for privacy reasons. The new members were meant to be kept kind of secret and this was just a privacy thing.
Harry went to bed that night knowing what he would be doing in the morning.

Harry woke up before Sirius or Chantal as it was a Saturday. He got ready and went straight down to the offices.
"Mr. Cole was waiting for him.
"Great," he said smiling. "Please have a seat." He gestured to a purple armchair in front of his desk.
"One second, I'll just find the papers."
He flicked through his filing cabinet, past unicorn jousting, dragon taming until he reached Quidditch.
"Here are the registration forms and here is your contract. I'll give you sometime to read through it."
Harry read the pages and an hour later Mr. Cole came back and Harry nodded.
"Heres where you sign," he said handing Harry and extravagant quill. Harry signed his name and the form was whisked away. Mr. Cole preformed the duplicate spell on it and handed a copy to Harry, Sent another off with an owl and filed the original away.
"You'll be receiving word from the coach in the next day or two," said Mr. Cole.