Disclaimer: Ummm…I'm sure you already know what I'm going to say, but I guess I'll say it anyway-I don't own Harry Potter though I did create some of the characters.

Setting: this story takes place three years after HBP. There are some HBP spoilers, so if you haven't read it yet don't read this. One thing diffrent is that Dumbledore is still alive. There may be other things that don't go with the book, but its my fanfic so i dont care unless it totly dusnt mak sense (plz tell me if this happens).Voldemort is still at large; George has gone off to promote WWW while Fred has stayed in England to keep the local shop in order. The other characters that will be in this story have been living a normal life and pursuing different careers. The reason for why Harry hasn't killed Voldemort yet is because he was severely injured, and has only just fully recovered. This story skips around a lot, so it may be a little confusing sometimes.

Last Six

Harry was getting up from his bed just as the sun rose higher then the earth. He yawned and carefully removed himself from his bed so as to not hurt himself again. Dobby arrived quickly after, with a loud CRACK!

"Is there anything dobby can get for you Mr. Harry Potter, sir?" he said in his imperious way.

"No, that's alright Dobby, I think I'll go down to eat in the Great Hall this morning." he replied confidently.

Harry had been staying at Hogwarts while he recovered from the injuries he had received over a year ago from one of his encounters with Voldemort. Today was to be the first day he would eat with the other inhabitants of the academy.

After he got dressed he carefully walked down the many stairs to the immense Great Hall. When he entered, the entire school looked at him, and all conversation stopped. Then as if by a signal, everyone clapped at the same exact moment. Harry, shy and still weak, gave a slight, nervous nod and went to sit with the headmaster and professors.

Little did he know that wouldn't be the only odd thing that happened to him that day.

Ron woke with a start. He had had another dream about the day when Voldemort had attacked his house, the day when Harry was horribly hurt. Ron himself was also wounded, but had healed much sooner then Harry and some of the others. He crossed his messy and small one room apartment to his small bathroom.

He took a freezing cold shower, that normally would have shocked him out of the shower, but this morning he hardly noticed the numbing water course down his body.

As soon as he was finished, he took hold of the port key that would bring him to his job as chess teacher for muggles. The job didn't pay much, but it was fun doing what he loved, and it was as far away from the magical world as he could bear.

Draco was snoring loudly when one of the manors many house elves came to wake him up.

"Master Draco…breakfast is waiting for you in the parlor." She squeaked.

"Uggghh…I'll take breakfast in here today." He then rolled over and pulled his blanket farther over his head.

"But Master Draco sir, Master Lucius specifically said that you were to eat with the family this morning." She replied anxiously.

"Well that's just to bad. I'd rather not have to eat in the presence of his bitches. Tell him I'm sick." Draco hated his fathers many concubines, and hated to be around them, mainly because they always found a way to taunt him about not being the heir.

Draco had been all but disowned after he refused to kill Dumbeldore. Lucius was determined to create a new heir, and that was the reason he had numerous women living at the house.

The house elf soon returned, this time with the message that Draco would be carried down by some of the women if he didn't come down this instance. Draco quickly readied himself for the day, and went down for what he thought would be another horrible hour or so of listening to his father reprimand him and the many women agree with his father, while scorning and taunting him.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

Neville sat at his desk researching different plants in an attempt to find the cure for a horrible spell that included large boils that let out purple fluid and lasted more then a month.

He hadn't slept at all last night and was beginning to feel himself drift in and out of sleep. He finally decided it was time for a nap, when he heard a footstep on the floor. He quickly turned around with his wand raised. He was shocked out of his wits when he realized he was staring at Luna Lovegood, who had just walked through his fireplace.

"Wow, Neville, you've got a nice place. I hope you've checked for grekans, I read that they like houses with wooden floors and high ceilings. You better be careful, because once they meet someone they like, they stay with them until the person dies…" she rambled until she was stopped by Neville giving her a passionate kiss.

"Isn't it a little early for that? You look tired, were you staying up late again?" she continued unaffected by his kiss.

"Why are you here Luna, I like seeing you, but not right when I'm going to bed. What's up?" he replied, yawning.

"The order sent me to get you, they said it was urgent. I think it has something to do with Voldemort, but you won't know till you get there."

"Oh…so much for having a nap. I'll be ready in a second." He stretched, yawned, and then went to the bathroom to get clean, before returning to find her looking over his notes.

"Oh my Nev, you do have grekans! Those boils you describe here are the exact symptoms of someone who has been tickled by one!" she exclaimed, while he shook his head and flashed her a smile before grabbing some floo powder and walking through the fire to the Order's headquarters.

Fred was at the train station, saying good-bye to George. It would be the first time they had ever been separated for more then a day. George was going to America to promote WWW to the many wizards that couldn't get enough.

"Well, I guess this is the last time we'll see each other for a while. Good luck in America. If you find any hotties, make sure they have a twin before you bring them home. Just kidding George." Fred said teasingly.

"Whatever Fred. Good luck in England. Don't have to much fun without me." He replied.

"Like that's going to happen. I'm sure you'll be the one having all the fun."

The whistle blew, signaling the train was leaving soon. They gave each other a hug, looked in the others eyes as a last farewell, and George stepped on the train with one last wave.

Fred watched the train leave, and then walked back to his car. For a while he rode in silence on back roads, until he got far enough from the city to take flight. As he flew over the country he reflected on how different his life was without George, and wondered if he could ever get used to it.

The difference was going to get much bigger then he ever would have thought.

Blaise fell out of bed with a crash. He tended to move about in his sleep and usually slept on the floor for this reason. Last night had been different though. He had gone to bed early in hopes of getting a good nights rest for today's meeting. Unfortunately for him, the sleeping potion he had taken had been done slightly wrong, which caused him to sleep, but very restlessly.

After he had righted himself and the chair that had fallen, he went out on his small porch. The sun was just rising, and he could see the world changing colors magically before his eyes. The peace he felt that hadn't been with him in his sleep was now returning.

He got ready to go for a morning run. It had become a ritual for him after he had decided to blend in with muggles. It had started out hard and annoying, but he soon found it was a great way to exercise.

This morning he ran a route through a nearby park. Suddenly he stopped short. There in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She had dark red hair, and blue/green eyes. Her complexion was light, and seemed to give off a lovely pinkish glow.

He forgot he was staring until she said…

"What, is there something on my face?"

"Oh…ummm…n-no, th-there's nothing wrong with y-your face, i-it's perfect. I mean…never mind." He stuttered embarrassed at being caught staring.

She laughed good-naturedly. It was the most beautiful noise he had ever heard, besides her voice. Her voice was husky, yet had high tones to it, and her laugh sounded like the lower notes on a flute, airy and melodic.

"That's good, I wouldn't want to be caught by such a handsome man with a pimple or anything like that." She replied flirtatiously.

He finally realized it was time he got home so he could go to the ministry for work.

"I-it was nice to meet you…I have to go…" he was about to leave quickly when she quietly said,

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Ummm…it's Blaise…what's yours?"

"My name is Aislinn. I'm glad I met you Blaise." She said the last sentence quietly, almost to quiet for him to hear.

They parted, each looking back exactly after the other had looked.

That definitely wouldn't be the last time they saw each other.

A/N: What do you think? This is my first story, and I'll take any critiques, good or bad gratefully. This story is going somewhere very strange. The six main characters will eventually meet up and Voldemort plays a HUGE role in how they come together. There will also be a lot of couples, so if you have any suggestions PLEASE tell me. I really want to hear from you, so R&R!I plan on giving credit to the people that help me, so you will be appreciated, though if I don't, you will still be appreciated.

Luv Ya!

Greta