Well, here I am again – It's the holidays! So I thought I should use this time to update quickly for those of you kind enough to read my fic. And for those of you who are reading, please review and leave comments and such for an author likes to know when his or her work is appreciated, or some comments that could help.

At the moment I am just a tad bored, I hadn't planned to write the second chapter for a while but with nothing else to do I give in. So let's go for it, shall we? I hope you enjoy it, yet again!

Chapter Two: Snow In The Summertime

You may think that being stood, dressed from head to foot in black and white robes with Lord knows how much white flakes falling, second after second, on your sore head might not be the ideal situation, but for Harry it made a welcome break from the morning that he had been having, and in fact, the month that he had been having.

Instead of finding the Hucroxes, like he was meant to, he had gotten caught up in the preparations for the wedding of Bill Weasley and Fleur (Soon-to-be) Waesley. And it was fair to say Molly was in full-swing mode and hence those preparations were not pretty. But Harry had not minded staying at the Burrow, along with most of his closest friends, for he would come of age soon and then it would not matter, he would have a choice to where he were to stay.

"It was much better when mom hated Phlegm." Ron sighed. The redhead was sat next to Harry, and did not look as pleased with the situation as the sixteen-year-old did.

But Harry had agreed with his words, all though he had not spoken. For the team of Fleur and Molly made a horrible one – they were always rushing. This morning was the worst, when Fleur's sister had failed to turn up and Fleur had decided to make Mrs. Weasley Maid of Honour instead – Harry had thought the woman was going to cry.

Harry began to look around, though his usual glasses. Everyone was there, Ginny stood next to her mother looking very annoyed, Bill, most of his scars healed but still looking quite rough, even Tonks and Lupin – to the groom's side. She was cradled onto his arm lovingly, her usual shade of hair brighter – and herself, thankfully, back to herself.

She had even joked this morning, after choosing a nice baby blue hair colour that she could be the Bride's "Something Blue". But Fleur had not understood, and looked like she was about to slap Tonks. Even after everything the two seemed to still be at each other's throats.

But soon, very soon, it would all be over.

He was split – that was it. Happy, he was trying to be normal but things dug at the back of his mind, wondering what the point was? He had to fight, things were going to happen sooner or later, and what ever became of Malfoy? Quickly Harry shook his head, who cared about that backstabbing ferret? ...But Malfoy had not killed Dumbledore… In the end – but he had meant too! And that's what Harry forced himself to remember.

Ron raised an eyebrow at his friend as the boy violently shook his head, and leant in slightly. "You all right, mate?" he asked, quietly, as he noticed his mother sending him a piercing look.

Harry nodded quickly, "Yeah – it's nothing." He lied simply, he was becoming rather good at lying, or saying very little at all, in fact he barely talked very much at all. He could not even bring up the subject of Malfoy to his friends, they got fed up of it even last year, and that was only when Harry was trying to blame everything on the blonde man.

But it didn't matter now; none of it mattered now, not now… Harry just faked a smile, for he knew that it would be one of his last chances to be truly happy, and have a good time, for after this day nothing would be the same, everything would turn around, and there would only be chaos, loss and fighting. And no one, in their right mind, could be happy with that.

He wafted some of the snow out of his view to see Bill and Fleur kiss - did this mean it was over? Sighing, he leant back and looked up at the blanket of artificial snow Bill had created from the tip of his wand for the ceremony. Harry wished he could do that, create things, so easily.

But he couldn't. Magic was useless…

Suddenly, uproar burst out and cut the young man from his daydreaming. People were standing up all around him, it looked like someone had turned the whole place into one of those games you play at an arcade – hitting each rising object with a toy hammer. Harry found himself lost in a mass of stood up witches and wizards, and looked around desperately, trying to see what was going on.

"C'mon. It's over!" Ron stated, rather too happily.

Harry straightened his glasses, and rose up. "Oh… yeah, right."

Ron eyed him, as his friend rose to his level. "You don't sound too happy." He didn't wait for an answer, but rather began to talk once again. "I'm telling ya', I am! That was the dumbest-"

"Ugh… Ron…" Harry had now noticed something the redhead may have wished to notice.

Slowly, Ron turned behind on himself. The look on his face let Harry know that he was all ready half expecting it anyhow, things like this always happened to the Weasley boy. Stood, hands folded and eyes firmly set with a hint of anger on Ron, stood their third and final best friend – Hermione Granger.

Admittedly, she looked neater then usual, Fleur had offered to do her hair and before Hermione could say 'No', Mrs. Weasley had commented that she thought it was an amazing idea. So the seventeen-year-old witch now stood in front of her friends, looking quite annoyed, with her hair French plated to the scalp. It really made her forehead look a lot bigger, or so Ron told himself. Unfortunately, this statement in his head seemed to make him laugh.

"What's funny, Ronald?" Hermione jabbed quickly, not changing her expression. She looked past the immature boy, and to Harry. "Did you enjoy the service? It was rather sweet…"

"Sweet?" Ron sounded as if he was going to choke, but Harry cut him off.

He nodded quickly, "Yeah… Yeah it was great." He smiled to her. But it was true, he enjoyed it to a certain point – the fact that this would be the last normal thing he did in a long while made sure that he enjoyed it.

Hermione, not fully convinced let down her annoyed-guard, letting her arms fall by her sides and bit her lip slightly. She had been the one who had noticed something was wrong with Harry all summer. She had asked only once though, and he had quite frankly turned away from her – after that she had seen no point in asking; she thought she knew what it was anyway.

She was wrong.

Before she could open her mouth though, there was a voice cast over the whole crowd. Everyone was talking, laughing, and congratulating each other and the likes. But Bill's voice cut through all of that then some swift knife. Harry guessed it was because the words 'Party' and 'Drinks' could be heard so clearly. He looked up, trying to glimpse the other Weasley but he was barely able to see the top of his head for the rest of the crowd.

After clearing his throat, Bill shouted. "We shall not be heading back to the house, for rounds of drinks and hopefully what is to turn into an amazing party." He tried to say, though Fleur had attached herself to his arm and he was laughing – And trying to shove her off at the same time, or so was Ron's theory as he whispered it to Harry.

"Well, that settles that." Ron grinned, "Let's get going!"

Hermione narrowed her eyebrows, "Oh? I thought you'd be eager to get to the party." She sighed, waving her hand as if dismissing Ron's behaviour. With that she turned.

Ron rolled his eyes, hurrying to follow her. "Of course, why else would I even be here?" He asked, quite harshly.

Though they were a few metres away from Harry by this time he still managed to hear their bickering. "-Because it's the wedding of your dear elder brother, to Phl-"

"Phlegm, was that, Hermione?"

"No! Of course not." Hermione stated innocently. "Fleur." She corrected herself.

Harry was barely conscious enough to hear that the muffled words had stopped. He turned, wondering why they had suddenly vanished and saw that both of his friends had now turned their gaze towards him instead. For a second the boy was confused, but he quickly shook his head. "Are you coming, Harry?" Hermione questioned.

"Yeah, sure." Harry replied, and hurried to catch up with them.

Laughing. All he could hear was laughing.

Harry found himself squeezed in between two rather large people that he really didn't know. He was trying his best to breath, as the two seemed to be having a conversation without realizing they were victimizing the boy in the middle. Once again, the woman began to laugh and Harry squirmed slightly to try and move out of her way. He was pretty sure they were drunk, and if they weren't well… That would be even scarier.

He felt a sudden chill on his wrist, which managed to send shivers up his spine. His head clicked to one side, fairly quickly to see what appeared to be a glint of red. "Huh-!" He barely had time to utter the word before he was pulled quickly away from the middle of the two drunken folk, and out into the open.

They were in the middle of the Wesley's living room, at this point. The mat was free, a small area of free space. After all, trying to fit so many people into such a small house was amazingly hard. Most of them had just bailed outside, or upstairs, or anywhere to be honest.

Harry didn't like parties much, and he hadn't had a drink.

That's probably why he recognized the person in front of him only too well. It was his ex. Girlfriend finally changed out of her bridesmaid dress, which she hated so much. She was beaming up at him, as she let go of his wrist. As a silence fell over the both of them her expression faded, and in it's place she let out a sigh – annoyed at the confused look that seemed to always fall on Harry's face whenever they would speak.

She shook her head, "You looked like you needed saving." Ginny explained.

Harry quickly whipped a hand to the back of his neck, and let his face dull to form a smile to the younger. "I guess I did." He nodded, "Thanks for that."

Harry was glad that things had not ended so horribly with Ginny. The fact was that he really didn't feel right with her, simple, isn't it? He did not have a clue the reason she thought it was because of, but Ginny herself had seemed to move on as well – This was the best part of it. He had never meant to hurt her, and if they had stayed together he most likely would have. This way was best fro everyone, and it was amazing that they had worked that out for themselves.

He had always heard stories, and seen people at school who never worked out well once they had broken up, even if it was for a decent reason – He had even felt it with Cho, but now he realised that that relationship had never been right in the first place. He supposed it didn't matter now, she was one thing he'd never have to face again.

Ginny interrupted him, leaning forward. "You don't have a drink?" she phrased. It wasn't meant to be a question, but it came out as such.

A bewildered Harry quickly shook his head, one moment he had seemed confused and then, more suddenly he glared down at her own. The glass Ginny was holding in her slender fingers. "Aren't you a little too underage for that?" He asked, for a second, sounding more like her father then anything.

The girl smirked, "Aren't you?"

"But I don't have one." Harry pointed out, beating her. He then smiled, "And besides, I won't be for much longer."

"Oh yeah… Your birthday."

Harry was one of the youngest In his year, and unlike his friends and most of the people around him he had not yet come of age. His birthday wasn't too far off though, luckily. Once he has come of age he would be able to take his apparition test – even though he'd done it before many-a-time, he didn't want to peruse anything illegal, and from there on he would be able to do what he wanted. Especially when he didn't have to return to Hogwarts.

He wasn't happy about that… And he would never, ever pretend otherwise. But it had given him a chance and an opportunity, for things that he saw as much more important, things he needed to peruse, things he needed to find, things he needed to save… Things that needed changing.

"But don't worry, If you haven't got me anything, I doubt I'll be around for much longer after it." Harry spoke quietly, though there was no need too really given the loudness of the room around him.

The redhead turned her face away slightly, she wished she could argue but she knew there would be no point. She couldn't change his mind, that was one thing she'd learned. And why would she want too? Who's to say he wouldn't be doing the right thing anyway? Harry himself was trained by Dumbledore, and now is most likely one of the closest people to knowing what he would have wanted.

And everyone would have listened to Dumbledore, right…?

"Nothing's going to be the same again, is it?" Ginny asked.

The question had taken Harry by surprise. He blinked, puzzled, behind the reflection of his glasses, trying to think about what she had asked. After a while, he had decided to lie. "It'll be fine."

Ginny frowned. "I'm not stupid." She hissed.

"But believe me." Harry seemed to drag that sentence out, as he watched her. "You'll be fine." If nothing else, she still was his friend, and that counted for everything.

But he had no doubts that she was right. Maybe not for Ginny, maybe not for Ron, nor Hermione, nor most of the people that were there tonight. But certainly for Harry things were going to change. He knew it even before Dumbledore had died, but the difference then was he was not the only one. He didn't feel so much responsibility – The old wizard had guided him, but who did he have now? He felt like he was suddenly in charge, but no one else seemed to see it that way. What did they know?

He would never be able to just laugh with his friends again, or stand here and talk to Ginny about pointless things. Everything he had spent his whole life doing would soon be lost, and all today was doing was reminding him of that.

There was going to be war.

"Coming?" Ginny asked.

"Huh?" Harry looked up.

She laughed at him, almost falling over – It seemed even she was a little tipsy at the moment, or maybe she was just acting that way to steer his attention from what he seemed to be dragging himself into. "Too come see Bill and Phlegm!" She announced happily, the smile never leaving her face.

There was going to be war…

But not yet.

Harry grinned. "Okay." He stated.

There we go then boys and girls, another random chapter done! Hm… I got kind of bored though that and had some serious writers block, so I'm sorry it's so short and I'm also sorry that it might seem pointless to you, but we need a sort of introduction apart from Draco and Snape and all them evil lot…

Anyways, remember to leave Badger some reviews! And, I shall try and update a hell of a lot sooner then I have been doing in the past for you, I'm not really that evil – I just kind of got caught up in coursework and such.