A/N: It's good to be back. I have a ton of time on my hands for the time being, so here comes the sequel. I'm glad that people are responding to it and enjoying it. It's just one big enigma of what has happened to our favorite character. To think, I've only introduced a few of the characters too! Oh well, you'll learn some interesting revelations in the chapter, but it's only the beginning for Harry. So enjoy.

"Malfoy!?" Harry said jumping up. "Who the hell would allow him to become Minister of Magic. I mean after that night at the Ball you would have thought he would have been expelled!"

"He was," Ron said. "But like I said a lot has happened since…" He stopped when there was a suddenly pop coming from the kitchen.

"Mum's home!" Conner said running off towards the kitchen.

"Hey!" Aiden said as he ran off after him. "No running in the house!"

"Herm," Ron said loudly.

"Hi sweetheart," she said from the kitchen. "Sorry I'm late. We were swamped. I'm glad I got out when I did. Hi there boys, stay out of trouble today?"

"Herm, dear," Ron said smiling at Harry. "You think you could come out here?"

"Does she know I'm here?" Harry asked quietly.

Ron smiled his nervous smile. "She will."

"What's this the boys tell me about James?" Hermione said as she stepped into the sitting room. She was definitely older, but she really didn't look it. Her long brown hair was no longer thick and bushy, and it was pulled back into messy bun. Her eyes looked tired, as if they've seen a lifetime of events, which Harry didn't doubt, but they were really the only thing about her that looked old. She was dressed in a gray-suit with a skirt that when straight to the floor, and had her arms filled with papers and folders.

"Told you mum," Conner said as he chewed on a cookie.

Hermione did a double take when she noticed him. "James, sweety," she began. "What are you doing back from…" but as she stepped closer she immediately knew that she wasn't speaking to James.

"We have company," Ron said cheerfully.

"Boys," Hermione said slowly. "Go to your room."

"We were just there!" Aiden said annoyed. "Why can't we stay and talk to James?"

"Because this isn't James," Hermione said glancing at her sons.

"Then who is it?" Conner asked with his hands on his hips.

"It's Harry," Hermione said softly as she looked at the young Harry standing in front of her.

"Whose Harry?" Aiden asked.

"You mean like James' dad?" Conner asked.

"And your godfather," Ron said. "Yes, just like that."

Aiden stood with a confused look on his face. "I don't remember meeting James' dad…"

"That's because he went missing six years ago," Conner said as Hermione and Ron's both took a step near him.

"Conner, dear," Hermione said laughing nervously. "How about I go and see if Katie will have you over?"

"Really?" Conner and Aiden both said as their faces lit up. "That'd be fun!"

"I'll be right back," Hermione said looking at Ron.

"Right," Ron said looking at his sons. "Ok you two sit there and behave." He glanced at Harry, who was more confused than ever.

"Dad," Conner said speaking up. "Do you think you could get my bike out?"

"You don't need your bike," Ron said heavily.

"Yeah I do," Conner said. "Last time I saw Katie I told her that I would show her this neat muggle trick that I learned and if I don't get to show her…"

"Fine," Ron said standing up. "Don't move. I'll be right back." With that he walked out the front door.

Harry stood there staring at the young boys. Aiden looked up and smiled at him, "Hi."

"Hi," Harry said.

"I'm Aiden Albus Weasley," Aiden said smiling.

"Harry," Harry said smiling.

"I'm Conner Arthur Weasley," Conner said speaking up. "I'm six and half minutes older than Aiden."

"Well then," Harry said smiling at them. "That's quite a feat."

"I know," Conner said as a look of achievement appeared on his face.

"So tell me," Harry said sitting down near them. "What this about James' dad?"

"Oh," Conner said as he continued to play with his toy. "I only know what Liz has told me. I don't remember him. I haven't seen him since I was a little boy."

Oh," Harry said. "So what has Liz told you about him?"

"Well," Conner said. "It's just James is always so sad on his birthday. I don't know why. When its Aiden's and my birthday we're always very happy. James isn't though. It wasn't always like that, only the last few years. I remember on his thirteenth birthday he got this amazing racing broomstick, but he was still sad. I told him I'd take the broomstick if he didn't want it. I know it would have made me happy, but dad wouldn't let me. Turns out he loved the broomstick, he just wasn't happy on the day he got it."

"Why isn't he happy on his birthday?" Harry asked seriously.

"That's what I wanted to know," Conner said sighing. "So I asked him, but he didn't answer me. He just got up and left. Liz heard me ask him and told me never to ask him that question again."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Made him sadder I suppose," Conner said shrugging.

"Well," Harry said trying his hardest to bide his time knowing that Ron or Hermione would come back in the room at any moment. "Did Liz happen to tell you why he got upset."

"Yes," Conner said looking up at Harry.

"And what did she say?" Harry asked.

"Oh," Conner said. "Said that James' birthday also happens to be the day his dad went missing. His tenth birthday to be exact. That's not a very good present if you ask me…"

"Missing?" Harry asked.

"She really didn't say much more," Conner continued. "Because she went chasing after James. The only thing she really said was that on his tenth birthday his dad left and didn't come home. Not James or anybody has seen of heard of him since." At the moment Ron came back into the room.

"Your bikes are out front," Ron said. "What'd your mum say?"

"Katie said it'd be no problem," Hermione said coming into the room. "You two can go down there, but straight there. You hear me?"

"Yes mum," they both said in mixed unison as they hopped up and out the front door.

"Harry," Hermione said walking over and giving him a tight hug. "I can't believe it's you."

Harry didn't say anything. He just smiled.

"Can I get you anything," Hermione asked. "A cup of tea?"

"No," Harry said meekly. "I'm all right."

"Ok," Hermione said looking at Ron. "How come you didn't tell me?"

"I just found out about an hour ago," Ron said with his hands in his pockets.

"Well that means you had fifty-nine minutes to tell me," Hermione said glaring at him.

"Sorry," Ron said. "McGonagall wants us to tell him everything."

"What?" Hermione said shocked as she stared at her husband. "You're joking."

"You know this is an opportunity we can't pass up, Hermione," Ron said seriously. "I mean you know that they idea of bringing Harry back from the past was always an option in solving this problem. The fact that he's come on his own is a sign."

"Oh since when do did you start believing in all that," Hermione said as she took her hair down.

"I don't," Ron said. "But we're running out of options here."

"I know," Hermione said sighing as she looked at Harry. "Have you met James?"

"Yes," Harry said. "And your daughter."

Hermione smiled. "I see. Well then, where should we begin? Chronologically or most important events first?"

"Chronologically would help to explain events better," Ron said as he sat down.

"I just want to get to me missing," Harry said as he glanced at his two adult counterparts. "And how Draco Malfoy has become Minister of Magic."

"Right," Hermione said as she clasped her hands tightly. "Well, it really all started in the year 2000. We were all twenty. You two were living together and we were all working for the Ministry. Voldemort had finally reached full power…

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"I swear," Harry said as he rubbed his face. "I'm really too young to be doing this."

"You've been chasing death eaters since way before this," Ron said as he plopped his feet up on the coffee table. He grabbed his bowl of cereal and started eating.

"No, I didn't mean that," Harry said. "I meant getting up at this hour. What time is it?"

"5:52," Ron said nonchalantly.

"Oh help me," Harry said as he lowered his head sleepily.

"At least you didn't have to work all night," Ron said sighing deeply as he finished his cereal. "That was an ideal dinner."

"Oh," Harry said as he grabbed his jacket. "Hermione got in around ten last night. Her and I had a great conversation about how she thinks you and I aren't eating properly and living an unhealthy life."

"That's my girl," Ron said smiling at the mere mention of his girlfriend's name. "Not eating properly? I think a diet of toast, cereal, and sweets is perfectly healthy."

"That's what I tried to tell her," Harry said. "Wouldn't listen though. She's cooking us dinner tonight."

Ron laughed. "Sounds good to me. You know what sound better though. Sleep."

"Go to sleep then," Harry said as he grabbed a handful of documents. "Hermione's in your room. Although if this was the first time I had seen my girlfriend in and month in a half, I would…."

"Take into fact that I have just worked eighteen hours straight," Ron said. "There's plenty of time to…" he paused and smiled. "Catch up later."

"You always were a lazy bugger," Harry said grinning. "See you around five?"

"See you," Ron said as he went into the kitchen to put his dishes away.

Harry reached for the doorknob when he suddenly heard a tapping at the window. It was a small Ministry owl. "Hey Ron," Harry said as he walked over to the window.

"What's up?" Ron said emerging from the kitchen.

"It's a Ministry owl," Harry said as he opened the window and let the small bird in. He reached for the piece of parchment attached to its leg.

"Whose it for?" Ron asked as he took a step closer. "You, me, or Hermione?"

"All Ministry employees," Harry said as he read the top line. "Attention all Ministry employees…"

"Interesting," Ron said reading over Harry's shoulder. "What's it say?"

"Attention all Ministry employees," Harry began to read. "It is urgent that everyone get in touch with their respective departments immediately. Due to escalating circumstances, a full scale war has been declared against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and anyone in support of his causes. All employees are to be prepared for information that will be released to them concerning their duties. After the tragic events that have occurred as of this morning, 7 October, 2000, war has officially been declared amongst the wizard community, and all employees are expected to do their part. Please be warned. Sincerely, Sebastian Figgle. Minister of Magic."

"What?" Ron said sitting down. "What tragic events?"

"I don't know," Harry said slowly as he took in the events of what he had just heard. His thought process was interrupted when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" he yelled.

"Harry it's me," said a cracking male voice. "Sirius." Harry opened the door quickly to see his godfather standing there, shaking.

"God Sirius," Ron said as Harry ushered him in. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"What's all the commotion about out here," said a sleepy voice. Hermione appeared rubbing her eyes in order to help them adjust to the light. "Harry shouldn't you be at work?"

"We got a letter," Harry said handing Hermione the letter. She took it and read it quickly as Harry and Ron rushed around to get a blanket for Sirius.

"What's this about?" Hermione said looking at Ron. "Sirius!" she said noticing she was sitting there.

"We don't know," Ron said coming over to her. "We just got it."

"Sirius," Harry said. "What's the matter? Do you know anything about this?"

"Dumbledore…" Sirius said shaking. "He's dead."

"What?" Hermione said in a very shocked tone. Ron and Harry just stared.

"Voldemort…" Sirius said. "He came. Dumbledore tired to talk to him. To calm him down. He would listen. The green light…the light was so bright. He fell to the floor. We all tried to help him, but it was too late. The laugh…oh god the laugh…"

"He can't be dead," Harry said, his voice shaking. "He can't…"

"He's dead," Sirius just kept repeating. "Dead…"

"Oh god," Hermione said as she grabbed Ron. He put his arm around her consolingly, but the look on his face indicated that he in fact needed to be consoled.

"With his death," Sirius continued. "The Ministry declared war. That was the final straw. It was exactly what Voldemort wanted if you asked me."

"A war…" Harry said as he sat down on the couch in shock. Hermione just continued to cry into Ron's shoulder. "A full scale war?"

"Yes," Sirius said regaining his composure slightly. "I swear I'm going to fight. I'm not putting up with this any longer."

"You know this isn't good," Harry said looking at Ron.

"I know," Ron said softly. "A lot of our friends are going to die."

"So many people are going to die…" Harry said. "So many people."

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"Those words still echo in my head," Ron said solemnly. "The way you said those words."

"I can't believe that," Harry said.

"That's what started it," Hermione said sighing. "It went on for thirteen years."

"Thirteen years?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yes," Ron said. "It wasn't too bad in the beginning. I was the first to be sent away though."

"That was rough," Hermione said. "That's why we got married at twenty-two." She paused as if sounding nostalgic. "We were married and less that a week later Ron was sent away. We didn't see each other for almost two years."

"Two years?" Harry asked looking at Ron.

"Two years of absolute hell," Ron said closing his eyes. "I can't even begin to describe what I saw out there."

"He wrote all the time though," Hermione said. "I can't even begin to tell you how difficult it was. Knowing he was out there. The only thing that kept me sane was you, Harry."

"Me?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Hermione said. "The Ministry requested that you stay. You and I were working full out at the Ministry for a good year and half before…" Her eyes became teary.

"Before what?" Harry asked.

"Before you were sent away as well," Hermione said as her voice cracked a little as she remembered the events. "I was so afraid of loosing you both. It was the loneliest time of my entire life. You of course wanted to go, as much as you told me you were glad to be here with me. You hated being protected by the Ministry just because you were Harry Potter."

Ron put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it. "Within six months of you leaving, I returned." Ron began. "I had been injured, and the Ministry decided it best to have me working back at home like Hermione had been doing."

"He had the most horrible nightmares," Hermione said. "For at least two or three months he would wake up in the middle of every night screaming. It was horrible." She paused and looked at Harry. "You would write all the time at first, but soon you stopped. We didn't get anything from you for a year. We were so worried, but we knew all of your work was top secret, so there was no telling what was going on. Then out of no where we received a letter from you saying you had a son and because of him you were coming home. You had met a woman and fallen in love in the midst of war, but were crushed by the fact that she had died right after James was born."

"And about three weeks after we had learned about James," Ron said. "Hermione gave birth to Liz. We always found it to be extremely ironic that we both had children at the same time without knowing. James is only a month and a half older than Liz."

"Wow…" Harry said staring at the ground.

"So you came home," Hermione said. "You and James moved into an flat that was right down the street from ours. Oh, we were so excited to see you."

"And James and Liz have been friends since then," Ron said. "Practically inseparable."

"I started to do all my work from home," Hermione began.

"The Ministry couldn't afford to loose her to maternity leave," Ron inputted.

"So I looked after the children during the day," Hermione said. "It was a horrible time for the wizard world. We lost so many people."

"But it's over now?" Harry asked.

"Well," Ron said looking at Hermione. "We like to think that one chapter of it is. If you're asking if Voldemort is gone, then yes."

"He gone completely?" Harry asked as his face lit up.

"Yes," Hermione said sighing. "He was killed."

"That's fantastic," Harry said excitedly. "That's all we ever wanted!"

"It was," Ron said. "Except for the person that killed him. To say the least we feel he had ulterior motives…"

"Ulterior motives?" Harry asked. "Who killed him?"

"Why none other than our prestigious Minister of Magic," Hermione said faking enthusiasm. "Draco Malfoy."