Harry had woken early the morning of July 10th. He knew exactly what the day was to bring. Stretching and lazy he got out of bed, the clock down the hall chimed six.

Mrs. Weasley had been up for half an hour listening to the sounds of the house. Everything was calm for the moment, but she knew it wouldn't be for long. She hated the house being quiet or empty and without all except Ron and Ginny it did seem empty. Ron would be moving out as soon as he could afford it and Ginny had another year at Hogwarts to worry about.

"You can't stop them Molly dear," a voice said quietly.

"I know Arthur but that doesn't mean I can't try," Mrs. Weasley turned around to see her husband standing against the doorframe. "Can you believe how many time in the past eight years one or both of those hands has turned to 'peril'?" she said pointing to the Weasley family clock.

Mr. Weasley nodded at his wife remembering when Percy's clock-hand had found on the floor. He had picked it up crying only to look at the clock and see that Ron and Ginny's clock-hands had been in 'peril.' "They're safe now Molly."

"You know as well as I do that it won't last long," Mrs. Weasley hissed.

"When the peace ends they will be ready and hopefully it won't happen for awhile and when it does the wizarding world will be ready for it. Maybe next time this much won't be lost," Mr. Weasley said quietly.

Mrs. Weasley just nodded.

Harry arrived at the Burrow at 7:30 to find the house alive. Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a hug and asked him to tell Ron and Ginny to get a move on. Harry headed straight to Ron's room and knocked before letting himself in. Ron was sitting on his bed fully dressed and looked to be lost in thought.

"Anything wrong mate?" Harry asked, getting Ron's attention.

"It's just odd," Ron said, "odd to know that he isn't out there anymore and that it is finally over. Until you showed up I guess it really hadn't gotten through to me but it sunk in when I woke up this morning. You're a hero Harry, Neville was right."

Harry looked at his friend for a moment contemplating what to say, "I couldn't have done it without you or Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Dumbledore, even Snape taught me to stay alive. What would all the fighting have been for if I didn't have anything to come back to, by itself my life wouldn't have been worth that much." Harry remembered why he was in Ron's room in the first place, "your mum said to speed things up."

Harry went downstairs and reached the platform to Ginny's room. He knocked on the door. "Come in." Harry walked into Ginny's room.

"Hey Harry," she said pulling on her shoes.

"Hey Gin," he replied. Then asked something that had slipped his mind, "Gin, why did you say that you'd still be there when the Minister asked about Auror training?"

"Why'd you look at me before you answered?" Ginny countered.

"True enough," Harry said, "how did you know?"

"Professor Trelawny," Ginny said simply. Harry gave her a questioning look and she explained, "In my fifth year I 'ran into her' she said some things in an odd hoarse voice then came out of it and didn't remember why she was on the third floor. I thought about it and at the moment I saw you back I knew she was right for once."

Harry seemed to get what she had meant, "Ginny, she told you a prophecy? What was it about?"

"I'll tell you later Harry. Right now breakfast is ready, I can smell it." Ginny said walking purposefully out the door without looking at him.

Harry made a mental note to ask her again before heading downstairs to a truely Weasley breakfast.

Harry arrived at he Ministry, along with the Weasleys and Hermione, at 9:45. They went through the wand check-point and headed fort he bottom floor of the Ministry. When they arrived they were told that the courts were full and that they couldn't get in until Harry was called to court. At 10:30 a.m. the voice filled the hall:

"Calling Mister Harry James Potter to the stand, on docket 1526, the Law of the Unforgivables section 7; sub section b; paragraph nine; lines 3-118, the Killing Curse," the Minister pointed Harry to a seat and the Weasleys and Hermione took empty seats in the court. Madam Bones gave Harry a smile.

"This is rather a technicality," one Wizengamot said rather ruefully.

"I killed someone sir," Harry said, "I'd expect nothing less of this justice system."

"You are still too modest Mr. Potter," Madam Bones said.

"Could we get to the matter at hand?" Minister Shacklebolt inserted. Everyone quieted down. "thank you, first speaker Albus Dumbledore."

"This was all part of a prophecy that was told the May of Potter's birth year," Albus said reciting the prophecy made by Sybil Trelawny, "He was destined to kill Voldemort or be killed, letting Voldemort become immortal."

"Is that all Dumbledore?" an old hag asked.

"Yes thank you for your time," Dumbledore walked back to his seat.

Minister Shacklebolt looked down each side of the chairs next to him nodding to each person. "Harry James Potter you are freed of all charges by order of the Wizengamot on the account that you fulfilled a prophecy which the Unspeakables cannot explain. You are thanked by the Wizarding world and this court for everything you have done."

"Thank you Minister," Harry said leaving his seat.

"And that people wraps up the trails of the Second War of Terror by Voldemort," Minister Shacklebolt said proudly, "may we never have to open the doors to this Wizengamot room again."

Harry got to Ginny just in time to hear her say, "I wish it was that way too."

A memo zoomed onto Harry's head as they got to the elevator. Harry took it off; it had his name on it:

"Harry,

My office at 11:45 for Remus' will.

Shacklebolt"

"Better hurry Harry you have only a few minutes," Mr. Weasley said.

But they arrived on time for Harry's meeting with Shacklebolt. Dumbledore stood beside the Minister and a Pensive was on the desk. The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione crowded into the room.

"This is from less then six months ago," Dumbledore explained swirling the silver liquid.

A tiny Remus appeared: "I being of sound mind make this my last will and testament. To Mr. Harry Potter I give my assets and deeds to be spent how he sees fit. I also give him something that his mother and father gave to his godfather and then was giving to me upon his death, it is lying in my vault, 461, to get transferred to his vault once this is seen. Those are all of my assets but on words of wisdom, live." The image faded into the silver liquid of the pensive.

"I wonder what it is," Ginny mused.

"So do I," Harry agreed.

"Ron, Harry," the Minister got their attention, "if you want to be Aurors you'll need to go down and get your Appartation test over with, along with Ms. Granger. Your Auror training begins on the first of October. The paper work will be given to you on the first of September and it will have instructions for you." He turned to Hermione, "that paper had some incredible theories. I fear however that there is no department in this Ministry that can use your expertise," everyone looked scandelized, "Therefore, I would like you to set the ground work for the Muggle sciences to be connected to Wizard magic."

Hermioen looked surprised, "no one at my age has ever set up a division within the Ministry"

"You have proven yourself to be beyond your years all four of you have," Kingsley eyed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, "why in Merlin's name should you not, therefore, be treated as such?"

A week later as Harry opened his vault he was intent on finding what had once been given to Sirius from his parents but at Sirius' death had been given to Remus.