Thank you reviewer people. Yeesh, I had written the five chapters then
changed the order of how everything happens and had to rewrite and add. The
adding. I keep realizing that I need this and this to happen before I can
continue on. Does this happen to everyone?
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Ron stood by the fireplace at the Burrow, all his things around him. Molly was teary eyed, having just given him a bone crushing hug.
Ginny followed suit. "Great, now I'm the closet sibling for the twins can get at."
"I'm gonna miss you, mate." Ron was still somewhat mad at Harry. Resentful even -they'd talked about what they were going to do after school, and now that they were out Ron expected Harry and him to become Aurors. But for some reason he couldn't convince Harry to agree to go to training with him, and now he was going to be separated from his best friend for the longest time in seven years.
"You too Ron." Who knows when he would next see him? Harry found himself full of loss. He stood there, not quite excepting that he'd have a limb ripped off in a few seconds and wouldn't be getting it back for a while.
Ron's father stepped forward and hugged his son and Harry followed. "You'd better write your mother every once in a while or she'll never forgive you."
Ron nodded, and hesitantly turned to the fire. "Verndran Academy"
And he was gone.
Even with the MoM accelerating the training it would be at least a year. Now that Voldemort was coming on full force, they needed more and more Aurors.
That night, after everyone was asleep, Harry sat on the back porch of the Burrow, looking out into the darkness. He knew that there were Aurors out patrolling around, but he couldn't see them.
He held a journal in his hands, having just written down his last. Now that he wasn't at Hogwarts he wrote most of it down, so that he'd remember to Dumbledore at the next meeting.
"Hey."
He looked up and smiled at Ginny. Then he sighed.
"He's mad at you for not going with him, isn't he?"
Harry nodded. "He'll get over it -I know that. But I do wonder if I shouldn't at least tried. I mean, I had wanted to be an Auror."
"You have time -you can become an Auror later if you want to. Besides, there are plenty of people wanting to be Aurors right now. I have friends planning on it."
"I want to fight Voldemort -well, come on, it's me -but I don't want to join the ministry." He had had ban experiences with the ministry; With Mr. Weasley -Arthur, now -he had more respect for it, but not enough to like it.
"Same here -I thought about becoming a medi witch, but I wont know if I'm any good at it until those healing classes next year. Somehow, though, I can't see you as a medi wizard, Harry."
"Me neither."
"What about Quidditch? I know that you got a couple offers."
"See, I could, but it doesn't feel right to play Quidditch right now." Not until he had taken revenge for those who had died. Those who would die.
Besides, in the coming months, perhaps years, his life was going to revolve around the Order. On stopping Voldemort.
"I think I understand that."
They sat in a contemplative silence for a while. Harry was glad he could live off his vault for a while. Actually, probably longer than a while. He frowned. He still didn't actually know how much was in there. Something he needed to do now -he wasn't in school anymore.
He asked, "How much longer will you be here?" Older students now had the opportunity to stay at school for summer programs -if they accepted they only had a third of the summer vacation they used to.
If he remembered correctly, this year she would be getting a crash course in how to apparate. They would go over most of it during the summer, then practice occasionally during the school year. Harry, Ron and Hermione had learned how to apparate much earlier than usual -which had turned out to be a *very* good thing.
"A little more than a week." Then she'd be safe at Hogwarts.
Harry stayed up after she had gone, staring out at the night. Every day was a day closer to when he would face Voldemort *again.* Because everyone expected Harry to kill him. What really pissed him off is that they had expected it since he was one year old. They would have expected it when he was eleven, and didn't know a thing about magic. It didn't matter to them. Yet they would turn in him like the Slytherin's they abhorred. Second year. Fourth year, he was insane. Sixth year, an attempt to frame him that led to a week in Azkaban.
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Ron stood by the fireplace at the Burrow, all his things around him. Molly was teary eyed, having just given him a bone crushing hug.
Ginny followed suit. "Great, now I'm the closet sibling for the twins can get at."
"I'm gonna miss you, mate." Ron was still somewhat mad at Harry. Resentful even -they'd talked about what they were going to do after school, and now that they were out Ron expected Harry and him to become Aurors. But for some reason he couldn't convince Harry to agree to go to training with him, and now he was going to be separated from his best friend for the longest time in seven years.
"You too Ron." Who knows when he would next see him? Harry found himself full of loss. He stood there, not quite excepting that he'd have a limb ripped off in a few seconds and wouldn't be getting it back for a while.
Ron's father stepped forward and hugged his son and Harry followed. "You'd better write your mother every once in a while or she'll never forgive you."
Ron nodded, and hesitantly turned to the fire. "Verndran Academy"
And he was gone.
Even with the MoM accelerating the training it would be at least a year. Now that Voldemort was coming on full force, they needed more and more Aurors.
That night, after everyone was asleep, Harry sat on the back porch of the Burrow, looking out into the darkness. He knew that there were Aurors out patrolling around, but he couldn't see them.
He held a journal in his hands, having just written down his last. Now that he wasn't at Hogwarts he wrote most of it down, so that he'd remember to Dumbledore at the next meeting.
"Hey."
He looked up and smiled at Ginny. Then he sighed.
"He's mad at you for not going with him, isn't he?"
Harry nodded. "He'll get over it -I know that. But I do wonder if I shouldn't at least tried. I mean, I had wanted to be an Auror."
"You have time -you can become an Auror later if you want to. Besides, there are plenty of people wanting to be Aurors right now. I have friends planning on it."
"I want to fight Voldemort -well, come on, it's me -but I don't want to join the ministry." He had had ban experiences with the ministry; With Mr. Weasley -Arthur, now -he had more respect for it, but not enough to like it.
"Same here -I thought about becoming a medi witch, but I wont know if I'm any good at it until those healing classes next year. Somehow, though, I can't see you as a medi wizard, Harry."
"Me neither."
"What about Quidditch? I know that you got a couple offers."
"See, I could, but it doesn't feel right to play Quidditch right now." Not until he had taken revenge for those who had died. Those who would die.
Besides, in the coming months, perhaps years, his life was going to revolve around the Order. On stopping Voldemort.
"I think I understand that."
They sat in a contemplative silence for a while. Harry was glad he could live off his vault for a while. Actually, probably longer than a while. He frowned. He still didn't actually know how much was in there. Something he needed to do now -he wasn't in school anymore.
He asked, "How much longer will you be here?" Older students now had the opportunity to stay at school for summer programs -if they accepted they only had a third of the summer vacation they used to.
If he remembered correctly, this year she would be getting a crash course in how to apparate. They would go over most of it during the summer, then practice occasionally during the school year. Harry, Ron and Hermione had learned how to apparate much earlier than usual -which had turned out to be a *very* good thing.
"A little more than a week." Then she'd be safe at Hogwarts.
Harry stayed up after she had gone, staring out at the night. Every day was a day closer to when he would face Voldemort *again.* Because everyone expected Harry to kill him. What really pissed him off is that they had expected it since he was one year old. They would have expected it when he was eleven, and didn't know a thing about magic. It didn't matter to them. Yet they would turn in him like the Slytherin's they abhorred. Second year. Fourth year, he was insane. Sixth year, an attempt to frame him that led to a week in Azkaban.
