A/N: Alright, the reason for my lack of updates is that my old computer completely broke down and my files were lost. I'm not kidding. I had written about 5 more chapters in the Little Potter II, and felt very discouraged that they got lost. Add that on to the fact that I became really busy when school started and well, you get a story that lacked updates. However, I've decided to pick this one up again since I still get reviews on it, asking me to continue writing. After reading the HBP though, I've realized that my old plot wasn't matched up with the latest novel at all. This story is not going to have the certain character that died in HBP dead, but I may work something out with the Horcruxes discovered in the novel. Also, the character that killed the other character in the HBP is not going to be evil in this story. He's too much fun to write about to be evil. Sorry for any disappointments about that.

Chapter 4- Dinner at The Melting Pot

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, his wand pointed at Moody. Never less, he was knocked off his feet and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody growled, waving his wand at Harry. Harry woke and picked himself off the ground, rubbing his shoulders. "I knocked you out too easily! Pay attention, Potter! And you also need to work on blocking me without speaking!"

"Sorry," Harry mumbled. "Let's do it again." He had hardly finished speaking when Moody shot his wand at Harry and Harry was thrown up in the air.

'Petrificus Totalus!' Harry thought with all his might, but landed on the ground, unconscious again.

Moody revived Harry once more. Harry got up, rubbing the back of his head and looked apologetically at Moody.

"POTTER! If I was a Death Eater I would have had you finished already! FOCUS! PAY ATTENTION!"

"Sorry, Moody, but would you allow me to prepare myself before you start hexing me unconscious?"

"Is a Death Eater going to give you the time to prepare? No!" Moody growled. "What did you use this time?"

"Petrifus Totalus," Harry answered, his whole body sore from being knocked down.

"Well, maybe you should choose a different one."

"Yeah, I've been trying different ones all six times you've hexed me."

"Don't mind Potter, Moody. He doesn't seem to take advice very well," Snape spoke, walking past them. Snape gave Harry a look of the deepest loathing. Harry gave him an equally unfriendly look back.

"Severus." Moody nodded his head, but he didn't smile. Moody was still highly suspicious of Snape, given that he was a former Death Eater. "What are you doing in the Auror training hall?"

"I'm training Finnigan." Snape gestured over to Seamus, who waved at Harry.

"You? An Auror trainer?" Harry stared.

Snape's upper lip curled. "Special favor to the Minister. Dumbledore recommended me, since most of the Aurors went off to fight and testify the remaining Death Eaters. Moody himself got called out of retirement."

Snape walked over to Seamus, whose face fell as he realized who was going to train him.

"We're going to work on defense today." Snape announced, raising his wand.

"PROTEGO!" Seamus exclaimed, aiming his wand straight at Snape. Snape was blasted off his feet and collided with the wall.

"Idiot boy!" Snape shouted angrily. "I haven't even hexed you, yet!"

"Oh, sorry." Seamus responded back, but gave Harry a furtive grin.

Harry grinned back.

"Ready to continue, Potter?" Moody asked, his wand rose again.

"Yes, sir." Harry's grin slid off his face as he prepared to try to block Moody's hex.

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Harry returned to his flat that evening feeling disgruntled and sore. He had finally succeeded in blocking Moody, but his entire body hurt from being knocked out eight times. Reflecting over this, he gave his door a tap with his wand and muttered, "Harry Potter Ouvertus Portus". The locks gave a gentle click and his door opened. As he stepped into his small flat, he looked at the walls decorated with the help of Ron and Hermione. Ron had pasted a large poster of the Chudley Cannons above Harry's couch. Hermione placed several vases of ever-blooming flowers on various tables. Harry thought this looked slightly feminine, but he didn't say anything. A stack of Auror training books were on the coffee table along with a mug of cold coffee. Hedwig's cage was open. Harry gazed out of the window, wondering where she had gone off to.

He walked into his kitchen, wondering what to do about supper. He saw the stack of dirty dishes in his sink. He pointed his wand to them, "Scourgify". Bubbles appeared and the dishes started washing themselves. He opened his fridge and peered into it hopefully. He had two eggs, a rotting apple, some milk, a sack of potatoes and several bottles of butterbeer. Harry sighed. The truth was, he had been living on some very bad cooking (his own) for the past two weeks. Indeed, the only times he had eaten decent meals were when he visited the Burrow. He would have to eat out again and remember to pick up some groceries after Auror training tomorrow. As he was contemplating where to go, he heard a splash behind him. Turning around, he saw that the sink had overflowed with soapy water.

"Finis scourgify!" He said, waving his wand.

Nothing happened.

Harry waved his wand and repeated the spell. He never really practiced it. Was it a swish or a flick? Or maybe a swish then a flick? The water started covering the kitchen floor. Harry groaned, and then waved his wand, "Evanesco!"

All of the dishes and water disappeared. Harry would have to buy new dishes. Again. He reminded himself to practice the dish-washing spell.

His stomach gave a rumble and he reached into his pocket. He had seven sickles. He haven't gone to Gringotts lately either. Harry wished he could remember to do things on time and realized how much he appreciated Mrs. Weasley those summer days he spent at the Burrow. She had done practically everything for him.

Harry tucked his wand inside his robes and hurried out, locking the door behind him. He walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, searching for a cheap place to eat. He walked a few blocks and spotted 'The Melting Pot'. He went inside and grabbed a seat. Mrs. Bricuttle, both the owner and cook, went over to him, handing him a menu.

"Back again, Harry?" she asked kindly.

"Er…yeah," Harry answered. "haven't gone for groceries lately."

Harry scanned the menu.

"Harry! Hey, Harry!" a voice called.

Harry turned and spotted Cho walking over to him, smiling.

"Hello, Cho." Harry greeted. "Didn't realize you were in here."

"Yeah, I just came in for dinner. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all."

Mrs. Bricuttle handed Cho a menu.

Harry cleared his throat, "I'll have some…um…water…and today's soup…"

"Anything else?"

"No, I'm not too hungry." He answered as his stomach gave another rumble.

Cho looked at Harry and gave him a smile. "You sound hungry to me."

"Yeah, well, I sort of forgot to stop by Gringotts," Harry answered hastily.

"No problem, dinner's on me."

"Oh, I couldn't---"

"Go ahead." Cho persisted.

"Oh…well, alright. Thanks." Harry looked at the menu again.

"Could I have the roast chicken with a garden salad please?" Cho asked.

"Of course," Mrs. Bricuttle answered. "And what would you like to drink?"

"Pumpkin juice please."

"Yeah, I'll have that too." Harry spoke.

"Right you are, dears. It'll be just a few minutes." Mrs. Bricuttle took their menus and walked away.

Harry and Cho walked the pedestrians out the window for a moment. Then, Cho turned to him.

"How are you, Harry?"

"I'm fine," Harry answered. "And you? I heard you've taken an internship at the Ministry?"

"Oh yes, it's been fun. You wouldn't believe who else is interning with me though."

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy. He is constantly pestering me at work, pulling his silly pranks. Today, he went in and messed up all of my files while I was on break and got my door stuck. Took me nearly half an hour to reorganize. Well, I got him back. I placed a sticking charm on his chair. He didn't even realize it until he got up to leave work. It took two of the Ministry's staff to break the charm."

Cho and Harry laughed.

"And you? How about your Auror training?"

"Oh, it's going alright. I should get my license in two weeks."

"That's great!" Cho said cheerfully.

When their food arrived, Harry and Cho had a hearty time talking and eating. At last, when Harry glanced at his watch, he realized it was almost ten. He needed to start heading back.

They both got up and walked out together. There was a slightly awkward pause as they shook hands. Harry hadn't brought up the past the entire evening and Cho hadn't given any indication she wanted to talk about it.

"Well, good bye." Harry said formally.

"Bye then."

Cho watched Harry as he strolled down the street to his apartment.

"I mustn't fall in love with you." she said softly before turning around and returning home.

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