It's my first fanfiction thing ever! Tell me what you think, but don't be too harsh!!! -CC * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Hermione Granger was surprised when she got to Diagon Alley. She had recently graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she had no idea what she was looking for. Alas, she had come anyway. Not surprisingly, Hermione had graduated top of her class, all A's. And she had no idea which class she had enjoyed the most. She couldn't tell. She was busier trying to get all her papers done then trying to figure out what she was going to do after Hogwarts. Now, Hermione strolled along the streets of Diagon Alley, the street hidden in London by a pub where Hermione was staying, the Leaky Cauldron. She took a moment to look in a small shop to her left, called, "Flyera's Quidditch Shop-Everything You Need And Don't." Hermione was reminded of her best friend at Hogwarts, Harry Potter. Hermione hadn't heard from Harry all summer long. It was just about time for him to start whatever job he had landed, too. I'll bet Harry, and Ron, too. I'll bet they got good jobs. Big in the magic world, too. And here I am, waiting until something pops out at me, so I can become that for the rest of my life. I'll bet Harry and Ron are somewhere other than here.

Harry Potter was, at that moment, in Diagon Alley. He passed Ollivander's Wand shop, thinking about how 7 years ago, he had entered that shop with so little knowledge of Voldemort, and left knowing how similar he and Voldemort were. He still had that wand, right in his pocket. I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. I never knew how much anybody could feel so lost. I'll bet Hermione and Ron have figured out. Harry had spent his entire 7 years at Hogwarts doing other things. Getting into trouble, trying to pass his Professor Snape's potions course. Figuring out how he was going to deal with Voldemort. But now what? I bet Hermione's gonna be somebody like a professor. I bet Ron's going to follow his brother Charlie's footsteps. But what about me?

Ron Weasly had come from a big family. He had 5 older brothers and 1 younger sister. All of them knew what to do. But here Ron was, in Diagon Alley, more puzzled than ever. All of his brothers were either animal trainers, or authors, or somebody greater than that. But where was Ron? The bottom of the heap-again! Harry and Hermione probably don't have to deal with this crap. I'll bet they're out having a nice time. And here I am, stuck-again. Suddenly, Ron looked past the shop window and saw a crop of black hair in the crowd. It looked familiar. "No," Ron muttered to himself. "It couldn't be."