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A/N: I would like to thank the TWO people that reviewed, I love you guys very much. Loonie, I LOVE McGonagall, I wish she was MY teacher. The Jens, I think wonderfully is a bit of a stretch, but I'll take your word for it. Please Review, and PLEASE read my other story, Numb.


Harry awoke early to the smell of bacon and eggs. Hermione had skipped her Healer classes that day so she could wish him and Ron a good first day. It was September fifteenth, and Harry and Ron were starting Auror training along with Draco, Mandy, Keira, and Dean. Hermione was downstairs already, even though it was only six am, she believed in having an early start.

Harry strecthed, making sure that he was fully awake before putting on his glasses and stumbleing over to the shower. He turned on the tap and began to wash, the whole time thinking about his classes. Harry turned off the tap and changed into his work robes. He attempted to comb his hair, knowing full well that this is a hopeless task, and then he walked downstairs to greet Hermione.

Hermione smiled up at him as he entered the door. She looked up at him and she told him to go get Ron and Draco, and to make sure that Mandy, Keira, and Dean are on their way. He gave her his charming smile and walked back up the steps to get Ron. Then the pair of them flooed to Keira's and then Dean's followed by Mandy's. Keira's house was huge, almost as large as the Malfoy Manor is. Draco swore he would never go back to that Hellhole, and Harry smiled at him, knowing full well that Sirius had said the same thing so many years ago.

Keira and Mandy were on their way, and Dean was almost done. Harry, Draco, and Ron made their way to the kitchen for breakfast, bacon, sausage and eggs, while they listened to Hermione nag them about the need to do good in their classes and the neccesity for a good first impression. They then got up and waited quietly for the other three. When Keira, Dean, and Mandy had finally arrived, the six of them apparated to the Auror headquarters.

"Well," Ron began once everyone had reached the headquarters, "This is an interesting building." And it was. The Auror Headquarters was a beautiful roman-styled building with white walls and hints of beige and tan. It had sturdt columns engraved with scenes of Roman and Greek mythology. The front doors were a deep midnight blue, and above them was written "Η σμαραγδένια αστραπή προκύπτει από τη σκόνη," which translates into "Emerald lightning arises from the dust." Draco laughed at this, seeing as he was the only one to understand Greek. Harry gave him an odd, questioning look.

"What does it mean?" Harry asked.

"It says, "The Emerald lightning arises from the Dust," Draco explained, laughter still shining in his eyes.

"When exactly was this built?" Keira, the sensible one of the group, asked.

"209 BC," Ron replied.

"That's a bit-" Harry began, looking for the right word.

"Coincidental?" Draco prompted, "No, not really, your beloved prophecy was probably made hundreds of thousand of years ago, it was just repeated by that hag because you were to be born."

"Wow," Keira said in mock-shock, "Draco knows his history, imagine that."

"Shut up Moon-girl," Draco shot back, knowing how much that nickname annoyed his best friend.

"Don't be so touchy," Keira laughed, "I was complimenting you."

"Since when do Slytherins compliment anyone?" Dean asked with as much innocence as he could muster.

This question earned him a slap in the head from Keira and a glare from Draco. Ron smiled, but Harry looked upset. He didn't want past differences to affect present friendships.

After a few more minutes of admiring the building, the group went inside. Amazingly, the inside was even more beautiful than the outside. The walls were a deep clay color with a brick red trim. The windows had beautiful stain glass stories, mainly of the various greek gods. Harry was mezmorized by the windows depicting Zeus' overthrowing of Cronus, the most evil god to date being destroyed by the son of light. Draco followed Harry's gaze and smiled as he watched his friends stare at the painting.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Draco asked.

"It's perfect," Harry replied, still staring at the window.

"It's true," Keira smiled, her eyes glittering as the sun hit them through the halo above Zeus' head. The scene was perfect. Zeus was standing on the highest peak of Olympus, staring down at his dead father's body. Harry thought it was the most wonderful picture in the whole building. He found it even more beautiful then the portrait of Aphrodite or the painting of Artemis' hunt.

After a few moments of admiring the beauty of the windows, Draco led the way to the classroom. Mad-Eyes was already there, he had come out of retirement in order to teach this class. He kept saying something along the lines of, "They defeat Voldemort and they want me to teach them. And here I was thinking the future was arrogant." Whenever Harry heard Moody muttering this, he would bust out laughing, and try to hide his giggles with fake coughs. At the end of the day, Draco was insisting they go to St. Mungo's to check that cough of Harry's.

The day went very well, much better than Harry had thought. He and all his friends were in the advanced classes. They had theory from eight to noon and practical from one to five. Harry had opted to take a few extra courses, mainly in healing, so he stayed along with Draco and Keira, until nine. When they arrived home, Harry wrote Luna a letter explaining his first day. All in all, Harry was glad that he was finally on his way to becoming an Auror.