The Beginning

Harry sighed, it had been more than a year since Snape had killed Dumbledore. Malfoy was dead after both he and Voldemort were killed by The Order of the Phoenix, he and Ginny were engaged, and Ron and Hermione were married. He was going to the Department of Mysteries once more to try to find the mystery of the veil. To bring Sirius, his parents, and yes, Dumbledore back. He was a powerful wizard now. His wisdom was beyond his years and his triumphs great. He knew they could find the mystery of the veil, he didn't know how, or when, but somehow, he just knew. But now, the four of them were slowly walking up the street to the phone booth that would bring them to the Ministry of Magic with just a few numbers.

"Ginny," he murmured softly, "Are you sure you want to help us with this?"

"Of course," she replied haughtily. "Did you really think you could go off with these two and leave me behind?"

"No, of course not," he smiled, "you know I love you too much to let you live on your own."

"Very funny."

Harry's spirits were up now; his little "argument" with Ginny had lightened his mood and brought hope to his soul.

There was nothing he could want more than peace, and those who he loved to be brought back other than Ginny, Hermione and Ron. The few people who had actually tried to give him a normal life were dead...and he wanted them back more than anything in the entire world.

They reached the phone booth and he dialed the number...one which brought back memories of pain, he had led Sirius straight to his death...following a vision...

The cool woman's voice asked for their names and he gave them,

"Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Weasley."

The floor of the phone booth slowly moved down, and as the door opened, they found themselves in an all too familiar place.

They didn't bother to have their wands weighed, (the wizard behind the table waved them through,) and the quartet made their way to the elevators.

"Why don't we just apparate?" asked Ron.

"Apparating isn't allowed in the Ministry anymore, Ronald..." Hermione sighed.

"Oh...So it's like Hogwarts and St. Mungo's.." Ron reminded himself.

"It's been a long time since we left Hogwarts, Ron, don't lose yourself in memories long in the past." Ginny warned.

"I...I just miss those wonderful years we had, no matter the danger we were in..." Ron stammered, "We were so young, so carefree..."

"...And so immature," Finished two voices that came from the elevator.

Fred and George walked out from the elevator, smiles on their faces, like they wouldn't want to be anywhere else on earth.

"Fred, George, what are you doing here?" Ron asked, with a look of surprise on his face.

"We're here to help of course," George smiled.

"We wouldn't want our dear sisters and brother/brother to be, all alone, now would we now?" Fred smirked.

"Fred, George, you always show up at just the right time, don't you?" Harry smiled. "We may need you here..."

The group silently went back into the elevator, and made the slow plunge to the Department of Mysteries.

They entered the door and the room slowly began to spin.