The restart

"What do you mean," Ron exclaimed and spun around in the small hall. "by 'we can't go there'?"

Hermione sighed and Harry shook his head. "We just told you Ron," Hermione said. "that Prof-Headmistress McGonagall doesn't allow anyone except those with permission to enter the school."

Ron nodded. "I know, you told me," he said. "but Merlin's beard! We're the bloody Golden Trio! We'll get in."

"No, we wont," Harry said and leaned back against the wall. "it's McGonagall we're talking about."

"But Ginny's my sister!"

Hermione gave him a knowingly look. "You haven't considered that to be the problem?"

"What?"

"Face it Ron, the Weasley family hasn't been the same since she left. It took five years for your brothers to let go off it, ten for your father. Molly still hopes, but she's always been aware of the impossible. And you, I don't think you've even accepted that it was Malfoy she left with."

Ron snorted and was going to say something, but Harry cut him off. "Don't," he said. "You've stated your opinion about our actions back then already. And Hermione is right, the least McGonagall would want iseight Weasley's showing up at Hogwarts right in the middle of their last preparations before the school starts again. She knows about the Weasley-temper."

"So what do you want me to do then?" Ron asked. "Just sit here and wait for her to turn up?"

"No," Harry answered (you could tell he was getting irritated), "you could start with finding a job. Merlin's beard Ron, you could be one of England's best Keepers!"

"You want me to go back there, say 'Hi, I'm back. You saved my position, right?' and then get it back? It doesn't work that way Harry."

Hermione sighed. "That wasn't his point," she said. "What Harry meant was; find a job, try out as a Keeper in a team in another division, and then work yourself back. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, join usthen, I'm sure there's a vacancy in one of the stores."

"Yea," Harry said in an attempt to be cheerful. "find a job and visit your family, those who's been living in England the last twelve years that is."

Now it was Ron's turn to sigh, but afterwards a smile grew on his lips and he placed his arms around the shoulders of his friends. "You're probably right, as always. But I'll not join you tomorrow, I think I already know where to find a job."

A day later, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger cheerfully walked through Diagon Alley. It was amazing, the place bloomed. They hadn't seen it so full of people in years, and all of the stores which earlier had reduced their opening-hours due to lack of customers during this time of the year was now opened and back in full business.

"You got the money?" Hermione asked and looked worried over her shoulder. "Where are they? Harry, have you seen them?"

"Calm down Mione," Harry answered and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I picked out the money last week, and they are over there, at the broom shop." He pointed to their left, where a mob of kids and youths (and a few of their parents) stood staring into the window, where a shining new edition of the old Firebolt laid. It was called the Firebolt 3000, and was the result of a cooperation between the Nimbus and Firebolt producers.

"It's bloody amazing." Harry said with a crooked smile. "Oh you cannot imagine the feeling when you're up there Hermione, on a broom like that one."

Hermione sighed and gave Harry a glare. She'd beenlistening athim go on about that broom for a month now, all since his coach allowed him to buy it. "As you might know Harry, I'm not really into brooms." She said matter-of-factly making Harry roll his eyes. "And they shouldn't be either. First years you know."

A grin spread on Harry's lips. "Well you know, I was a first year."

Hermione let out a soft cry. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "You will under no circumstances trick them into something!"

Harry ignored her and raised his hand. "Hey, you!" he exclaimed towards the mob. "No brooms until you're twelve." He could almost feel the disappointment that grew in their faces, and so, he decided to cheer them up. "Off to Weasley's instead!"

"Harry Potter! We are here to buy them books and clothes, and other things for school, not anything that will only get them into trouble!"

Harry shook his shoulder and turned off his hearing system the whole way down to the Weasley twin's store, that, as always, was loaded with customers.

"Harry!" someone called the second they walked in, and they looked up into a Weasley face, but not one they'd expected.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed with a big smile on his lips. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just...wait," he said and climbed down the ladder he'd been standing on and made his way to the small group. "I'm working."

Hermione dropped her chin. "What did you just say, Ronald Weasley?"

"HE'S OUR NEW EMPLOYEE!" Fred screamed from behind the pay desk.

"THE BEST MAN WE COULD FIND!" George continued from the roof where he was trying to catch a number of small flying objects.

Harry cleared his throat. "Okay everyone, we'll stay for a quarter, then it's Hogwarts equipment for all our lives." He said and turned
towards Ron with a questioning expression.

"I just followed your advice," Ron said and shrugged his shoulders. "Got a job and met up with my family. It's dinner at the Burrow the day after tomorrow, I'm sure you're invited."

I am soooo sorry! I totally thought I had posted this chapter, but then I had a look, and realized that even though my beta has sent me back this chapter edited I havn't recieved it. Strange.

Hope you liked it anyways.

/Honey