Lizzie Heart and the Years after Hogwarts.

Chapter Seven. Seventh Year Again.

It was a month after the revelation of how Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of all time, was defeated. The limelight was still on the six who eventually got the nickname, The-Powerful-Ones. Harry was mostly in the limelight though, as he was the one who killed him. It was rumored that he'll will be even more famous then Merlin in a hundred years time. People will know and recognize the name Harry Potter and even use it in expressions like "Oh my Harry!" or teachers say to their pupils, "Think like Potter" to encourage them in their studies.

Lizzie felt an enormous chip had lifted of her shoulders. She was lying on her bed in her pyjama shorts and vest looking up at the clean white ceiling, thinking. She thought about her life. Everything seemed so good now; the press were off her back, knowing that she was there at Lord Voldemort's final breath. They seemed to forget their previous view that Lizzie was a man-izer and now appreciated her for being on of The-Powerful-Ones and also for her Quidditch skills. Though Lizzie will always be concerned for Hermione.

Hermione had come into her flat crying her eyes out two nights previously. After a lot of chocolate and hugging, Lizzie was able to get the truth. It turned out the Hermione told the truth about Viktor's recent visits to St. Mungos and Ron didn't like it at all. Lizzie wasn't able to get many details out of Hermione, but apparently Ron went furious at Hermione like it was her fault for what Viktor did.

Hermione was currently sleeping on Lizzie's couch. She hadn't gone into work or eaten that day. Lizzie got up and quietly tiptoed through to the living room. Hermione was breathing softly and Lizzie smiled, she needed some rest after what was going through her mind. Just then, a familiar snowy owl glided fluently through the open window and perched tall on the coffee table.

"Hello Hedwig," Lizzie whispered, stroking her soft feathers. Hedwig obediently stuck out her leg revealing a scroll attached to it. "What have you got here?" Lizzie took the scroll, "There's a bowl of water in the kitchen, go help yourself." Hedwig flew through the doorway and Lizzie read the scroll.

Lizzie,

Ron is with me. Absolutely steaming though. I am taking a guess that Hermione is with you. We need to sort this out for them. How about you bring Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at around two, and I'll get Ron to make an appearance with me some time around then. Well get them to talk, and they can't blow up against each other in a public place.

Writing this makes me remember about seventh year when we were doing the same thing. Pretty ironic eh?

See you tomorrow.

Harry.

Lizzie smiled at the letter and quickly ran to her kitchen grabbed some parchment and took her self-inking quill and placed it on the parchment but paused. She absent-mindedly stroked Hedwig who was eagerly waiting for a reply. Lizzie grinned; she liked the fact that Harry wrote to her, which was often in the past month. Reacquainting their friendship, she called it. Eventually, Lizzie began to write.

Harry,

Yeah, seventh year reply eh? Sure, tomorrow at two. See you then.

Lizzie.

Short and sweet. Hedwig flew triumphantly out the window with the note and Lizzie looked back at Hermione. Poor Hermione, thought Lizzie, it wasn't her fault. Ron just has a very bad temper.

At ten to two, Hermione and Lizzie stood outside the Leaky Cauldron. Lizzie practically had to pull Hermione outside the front door; she was very reluctant to go out. But Lizzie was very persuasive.

"Why did you make me do this?" Hermione whined as they walked through the door into the hearty pub.

"Because I know you just can't resist the Hot Fudge Sundae, and I said I'll treat you." Lizzie said and flashed a smile. Hermione eyed her suspiciously as they sat down at the bar. Tom, the landlord stopped cleaning glasses with his tea towel and flicked it over his shoulder and walked over to the girls.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, still eyeing Lizzie.

"Two butterbeers please," Lizzie ordered to Tom and turned back to Hermione. "Nothing." Lizzie insisted innocently and smiled inwardly.

The entrance door opened once again and Lizzie looked over Hermione's shoulder to see that Ron and Harry just entered. Lizzie caught Harry's eyes for a second, and they silently agreed what they had to do. Lizzie made sure that Harry firmly shut the door.

"Oh, look who's just arrived." Said Lizzie, pointing over to the door. Hermione turned and hers and Ron's eyes met. They both widened with shock. Hermione rapidly swished her head back around.

"Why did you do this?" She whispered, her eyes furious.

Lizzie smiled mockingly back, "Because you two need to sort things through."

By the looks of it, Harry was having the same discussion with Ron, who was trying to push his way back through the door. But Harry was succeeding to keep him in.

Hermione tried to get away too, but Lizzie kept her firmly seated on the barstool. Harry steered a rather reluctant Ron over to where the girls sat and pulled up a couple more

barstools for them to sit down. Hermione and Ron didn't make eye contact whatsoever and there was an awkward silence.

"So, Harry, didn't you need to go to Diagon Alley for something?" Lizzie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Er… yes I do actually, need to get that thing from the …shop." Harry agreed and with Lizzie, he left smirking at the silenced couple.

They were practically bursting with fits of laughter as they went through the back door that led to Diagon Alley. The faces on Ron and Hermione were priceless. It wasn't the first time Lizzie and Harry did something like that, as said in the letters, it was seventh year all over again.