Life Day

            Disclaimer: same as the first chapter

            After each ex-student (alumnus) ate his or her fill, Headmistress McGonagall rose up yet again, "As you all have eaten your fill, it is time for the main event!" With a sweep of her wand, the whole Great Hall was changed instantly, the tables in which the adults recently just used for eating was swept away against the hall, each draped with a picture or two. Lights instantly ambushed the middle of the Great Hall.

            A band started to play, Ron, recognizing the band and the song (it's his favorite) quickly whisked Hermione away on the dance floor, and clearly both were enjoying a good time. Mean while, Harry was drinking some butterbeer by the bar, looking at them from a distance.

            Abruptly, an old friend, Nearly-Headless Nick, stopped his thoughts, "Nice to see you again, Harry," he said in a ghostly form. Nearly-Headless Nick was known throughout students and alumni as the Gryffindor Ghost. Harry, being to one of the few people whom went to Nick's deathday party, a rather ghastly experience for Harry and his friends.

            "Hello Nick, anything changed in the past few years? I haven't been able to catch up with what's happening in Hogwarts, being an Auror and all."

            "Oh, other then the usual, nothing is happening, though I did hear a rumor that some Gryffindors have been playing some jokes on the Slytherins. The editorial had what do Muggles call it? A field day. The Slytherins were mad and embarrassed to the core! With no apparent comeback, it may seem."

            Rivalries between houses were common, though not as frequent as Gryffindor against Slytherin. It seems that throughout the foundations of Hogwarts Gryffindor has always and probably will be rivals with Slytherin. Nothing ever changes with that. Harry chuckled, as many of those jokes were flashed through his mind from his time in Hogwarts.

            Another song started, and Headless Nick drifted off to greet other fellow students, leaving Harry with his thoughts. For a short minute, Harry was merely just looking around, thinking of how much time has gone past, along with many experiences which has shaped both the ordinary and Magical realms.

            A few giggles came from his right, stopping the tracks of thoughts yet again. Looking over, he saw the source, or rather, sources of sound. They were known as girls, Parvati and Lavender were walking straight towards him. Damn. Harry was hopping to avoid those two. If he runs now, then he gave into to fear. Being the greatest warrior in 3 centuries, he put on a poker face and braves the wave that's defiantly going to come.

            "Hello, Harry," cried out Parvati. They ever going to change?

            "Uhh. Hello," Harry said uncertainly. This caused some more giggles that came out from the girls.

            "Sorry to bother you, but um, my friend Lavender, as you know, wants to dance with you. Is it all right with you?"

            "One dance?" asked Harry

            "Yep, one measly dance," Parvati answered

            "Alright." With one smooth move, Harry brought Lavender to the dance floor.

            Lucky for Harry, the band was playing a reasonably slow song, for Harry was definitely not known for his dance skills. Far away, Ron and Hermione were sitting down and drinking some punch, cooling down after the last 3 dances where quick.

            "Hermione, have I ever told you that you are a great dancer?"

            "Nope. This is the first time."

            "Oh. Well you're a great dancer."

            "Thanks. You too."

            A glance to the dance floor and Ron saw Harry dancing away.

            "Geez. Would you look at that!"

            "What?" a glance towards where Ron was looking and sure enough, Harry was dancing with Lavender.

            "Ohhh," Hermione squirmed. "They look cute with each other."

            "Nope. You could tell from Harry's face that he's having trouble with whatever Lavender there is saying. It appears he needs help. See you in a bit," with that, Ron walked towards Harry, ready to save him from Lavender's obvious torture.

            "Harry, is it possible to have this beautiful lady into my arms for this dance?" Ron asked royally.

            "Sure. Be my guest. You don't mind do you Lavender?"

            "Oh no, not at all."

            A switch in position and Ron was dancing with Lavender. A quick whisper of "Thanks" to Ron and Harry went to Hermione.

            Sitting down with another punch, Harry breathed with a relief sigh, "I don't know how you two stand it, but Lavender is down right crazy. You wouldn't believe what she said. Saying how brave I am and all this crap. I really owe Ron one."

            "You will," replied Hermione. "Hey! Don't look so down. Its one thing defeating the world's most evil creature, another is to socialize. It's an art form most people would learn. Over time, that is."

            "True, but most people don't spend half of their life living in hell!" retorted Harry.

            "Don't be mad. You're supposed to be celebrating, not think of the past. Yes Harry, I know you've been thinking a lot about the War in the past few hours. Just let it all go. Have some fun. Where's that Harry which we all love that always like to joke around?"

            A small smile tugged Harry's lips, "You're right Hermione, as usual, you're right. Today, I will not think of the War."

            "That's the spirit Harry."

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            I'm stopping for now. Any suggesting on improving or move this story along, please, please, review! It would be helpful. Any mistakes are made             wholly in my part and if you do find one, or two, or three, or four, or as many as you can find, please also review and type them down. I will correct them             for I am writing this at 2 in the morning and my parents are gonna hound me if they find out. Cheers!