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Harry ate his breakfast with little of the gusto he usually reserved for his meals as a student. To him, the only joy was sleep, where no one could hurt him or interfere with his mind. Every time he had woken up in the past year, it was as if he had been yanked from heaven, and brought back to hell, or in his case, reality.

Dumbledore cleared his throat quietly enough so that only Harry could hear.

"Now that you are mostly restored to your healthy and normal self, the Order wishes to speak to you. They are going to give you some options, but if you dislike them, then I wish to offer you a position on the staff, Defense Against the Dark Arts if you're willing. Please consider all of your options first of course, but please remember that Hogwarts could use someone with your talents." he stated quietly, in a very sincere way, though Harry could sense the man was anxious.

He shook his head in a slight nod and finished his almost empty plate.

"When do they want me to meet them?" Harry asked.

"They said that as soon as you were willing to come down would be fine." He ended this with a slight chuckle. "It sounded like they were afraid you wouldn't go at all."

"Okay. I think I'll go over tomorrow then, and get this over with." Harry was still tired from his short excursion, and the food had made him more so. "I'm going to have a nap in the meantime."

Harry tried to remove himself from the hall unnoticed, but failed miserably, as he heard the same empty clapping as when he had first arrived.

Before he exited, he caught sight of a brilliant red head, turned away from him though still instantly recognizable.

Ginny was-though he didn't know it at the time-crying.

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Ron made his way to the school.

Nothing made him happier then walking through those doors that were so different from those at Hogwarts.

Of course, this school did have a few drawbacks. The major one was that almost every single (and some not single) girl in the school had a crush on him. This had caused a lot of trouble for him in the beginning. He had never known what it was liked to be fawned over like Harry was, and he found it to his distaste. The girls wasted no time in letting their feelings be known, and he quickly acquired about 200 stalkers.

His phone had rung off the hook until he had gotten a new number. Unfortunately, they soon discovered this as well, and he was forced to use his magic to secure his peacefulness.

At first, adjusting to a muggle lifestyle had been relatively difficult, but he soon learned how to behave and what to do with all of the gadgets muggles relied on.

Magic was what he tried to keep furthest from his mind.

Since he was the chess teacher, which brought in a small fee that was just enough to live on, all of these said girls attempted to join.

Fortunately for Ron, you had to have extreme skill or extreme potential to get into the club. Only three of these girls got into the club, and only two of them really found any enjoyment in it.

He got there just before the students were let in.

"Hello Mr. Weasley!" said three lovely young ladies at the same time. The first was tall; about 3 inches shorter than Ron, who was 6'2". She had long auburn hair that lay straight against her back. Her eyes were the same color as emeralds with gold diamonds shining throughout them. Her name was Jacinda, and she looked like a model, if not to beautiful to be one. The next girl was of medium height, about 5'5. She had shoulder length curly blonde hair. Her eyes twinkled a light violet. Her name was Orea and she had a great figure, average face, though made interesting with her large nose and small mouth. The third girl was named Sari. She was in between the other two in height, perfectly 5'7", with mid-back length, wavy, brunette hair, put up in a way that allowed her to hold four pens and a pencil in it. Her eyes were simple brown, her body curvy, but not to the extent Orea's were. She had a studious appearance, but a quirky attitude that refreshed people, her wit and strangeness lightening any mood. Basically, Jacinda was like a long lost relative of Fluer, Orea a smarter and blonde version of Pansy, and Sari a mix between Luna and Hermione, with some added originality.

They were the three girls that had been accepted into the chess club, and all loved (or thought they did) Ron. Ron was intimidated somewhat with their devotion, but put it out of his mind to think about the tournament that was to be held later that day…

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Draco grudgingly walked downstairs to the manors smaller dining hall. Yes, there were two.

"What do you want Lucius?" he spat the question out with as much hate as possible.

"Sit your ass down, bastard! Don't take that tone with me or you'll be on the streets faster than Calvine can give you an orgasm!" Lucius said menacingly back. Calvine, Lucius's favorite concubine removed her silk robe and started giving Lucius a blow job. He quickly succumbed to her talent and orgasmed, acting for the moment as if his son and his other concubines were in the room.

"Trust me Draco, if what I'm going to discuss with you wasn't so important, then you wouldn't be here. Now, before we start with our meal, I am willing to offer you one of my pets for your use during the meal." He swept his hand to include all of his concubines.

"No way in hell would I ever fuck at breakfast, have sex where you could watch me, or have sex with those disgusting dogs you call woman!" Draco was getting fed up now. It was bad enough he had to live with those shit holes, never mind being made to fuck them. He trembled at the thought.

"Fine, but don't expect to be offered one again. Now then, to business. The Dark Lord has contacted me. He has notified me that we must get out of England if we are to survive a horrible attack he has planned. I personally would be fine with leaving you here, but he insisted that you get out for future use. Not like you could do much, you're to useless to understand life for you will end if you stay here, though you'll probably stay anyway." Lucius said hotly.

"I would rather die then leave with you or without you so I can be used later by that son of a bitch." Draco said vehemently.

"That's fine with me, but be prepared to be punished severely by the Dark Lord. He doesn't take disobedience well." Lucius smirked.

Draco stormed out of the dining room, his robe furling behind him like an angry storm cloud, ready to shoot lightning out at the next person to aggravate him.

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Neville stepped into a room filled with wizards, witches, and chairs. It appeared that they had gathered every chair they could find and filled the room till people could hardly walk around, or even stand up from their chair.

"Hello Nev! We're so glad you could make it on such short notice!" cried Tonks excitedly.

Neville paled. The last thing he needed was Tonks upbeat presence right now. He was overly exhausted, and the boils made it even harder to comprehend his surroundings.

"Hi Tonks." He replied groggily.

"It looks as if you haven't slept in a week! I'm sorry that this is so important, or I would gladly let you go to sleep. Oh well…Anyway, I'm sure you're wondering why you were called." She stated in her bubbly and severely annoying way.

I'd love to put her in a room with Malfoy…Neville thought amusingly.

"Well, the reason is…" Tonks continued with only a slight pause for breath. "There has been reports of-"

"Tonks! You know we have to wait till Harry arrives. I'm sorry Neville to have had to disturb you. I was just informed that Harry would be coming tomorrow as he is still tired, poor dear." Mrs. Weasley said all this in a sickeningly sweet manner that made Neville think of a sugar coated lolli-pop.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley. Does that mean that I can go?" Neville replied, ending with a large yawn.

"I haven't learned of anything that would keep you here. Make sure you get a lot of rest because tomorrow will be a very long day. Goodbye dear." Mrs. Weasley said in her overly loving way.

"See you later Nev! Have a good nap!" Tonks said exuberantly.

"Bye…" Neville said drolly before walking through the green flamed fireplace before he was tortured with their voices any longer.

Now for some …Neville didn't even finish the thought as he collapsed on his couch and fell fast asleep.

In the corner behind his wardrobe peaked a small creature that appeared to be a cat mixed with a bunny, just smaller. If he had seen it, then maybe he would have believed Luna for once.

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Fred arrived at his new home in the country that he had shared with George. They had decided to get a larger house away from the city for privacy and peace. The house boasted three levels, servants quarters, three car garage, beautiful terrace, in-ground pool, crown molding in every room, marble bathrooms, six bedrooms, and a magnificent library and large workroom where they developed most of their items.

To Fred, it looked like home.

What to do, what to do…I should hire some people to keep up the house and decorate. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do… Thought Fred.

After parking his car in the middle garage, he walked inside and to the downstairs study. Once there he used a spell George and him had created to make the phone dial the perfect number for whatever task was needed at the moment.

Ring…ring…click. He heard the noise of someone breathing and was then greeted with…

"Perfect Services, how may I help you?" the voice belonged to what he assumed was a young and very bored woman.

"Hello, my name is Fred Weasley and I would like to hire a cook, maid, and gardener." He said with a matter of fact air.

"Why of course Mr. Weasley. To narrow down the lists of people, I need to ask you some questions." She said in a slightly less bored voice. What girl wouldn't after hearing Fred's voice, which was a number 9 on the sexy voice chart?

"Ask away." He replied unaware of the change.

"Okay…First, where do you live?"

"17 Meadow Valley, 20 minutes from London."

"How large is your house?"

"6,572 sq. meters is the size of the house and the grounds are 4 acres."

"Whoa that's large!" the young woman exclaimed.

"Yes, it is rather large."

"Do you have a place for these servants to live?"

"Yes, I have a servant wing with three bedrooms, a small living room, and two bathrooms. If they require more room I will have more rooms added on." He said the last part in a worried way, like the immense bit of rooms wouldn't be enough.

"I'm sure that will more than suit them." She had a glazed tone to her voice, one of total shock.

"Oh good, I was so afraid they would find it cramped."

"Ummm…when do you wish them to come?"

"As soon as is convenient for them would be convenient for me as long as it is within the month."

"Do you have any requirements for their gender or skill?"

"Well, I was hoping that the cook would be as good as my mother, that the maid had skill in organizing and decorating, and that the gardener could landscape my property. I will gladly pay them extra for these services."

"Excellent. I will be your new maid, my older sister Keegan will be your cook, and our brother Damek would love to be your gardener and landscaper. By the way, my name is Vian. Is it all right if we come over later today? It would be no problem." She said all of this quickly, excitedly, and impatiently.

"Well if you're sure it will be no problem, then that would be fine." Fred said this happily.

"See you later then." Vian said that shyly.

"I'll be waiting."

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Blaise returned home, still in a daze from the beauty and perfection of Aislinn.

I wonder if I'll ever see her again…I sure hope I do. But she probably thinks I'm a total idiot. I was stammering worse than Quirrell. Oh well, I still want to see her again…

He set around to doing 20 push-ups, then 20 crunches.

When he finished he went to have some breakfast, then headed to his bedroom to get the portkey he used to get to the Ministry. He job was to track Voldemort, and this was the reason he stayed out of relationships and tried to stay unnoticed.

To work I go. At least I'll have her to think about, so that my day won't be as boring as it usually is…he thought happily.

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A/N: What do you think? I know I wrote more for some then I did others, but there was more for them to do then there were for the others. I introduced some well-known characters (Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, & Tonks) as well as seven of my own characters. If you want to know what their names mean go to my profile. They all play big parts in the future story. hoo do u think Mrs.Weasley wood go best wid out of these six?if u ansr then plz giv me a reesun as well.Please R&R!