Okay, just another reminder that this is AU. Changing the story to accommodate Book 6 would wreak incredible amounts of havoc with my plot, and seeing as I have a large part of it already written, it would suck to have to rewrite everything. The kids' OWL results in this story were determined long before the book was at press. Please bear with me as I post things. I'm making sure each chapter is up to a suitable standard before posting it. And I'm continuing to write on my other fics.

SnHP892 – Don't worry. It will get brighter. I'll freely admit I'm a bit of an angstful writer, but I hope you enjoy the upcoming bright spots.

Thanks again for reading. The thrill of knowing someone out there is actually taking the time to read something I wrote more than makes up for all the time I've spent ignoring my husband. Hats off to him for being so understanding, and hats off to all of you for giving me some of your time. Thanks again to Vaughn for her great work.

And now back to the story…

Ryselle Spellsinger stepped out of the carriage in front of her new home. The castle had the haphazard appearance she thought only a wizard's castle could achieve. The sun blazed brilliantly on this summer day, shining off the tall spires and lumbering towers jutting out from the massive structure. A sign identified it as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her ruby lips curved up in amusement at the thought of what she will be doing for the next year. Who would have expected Albus Dumbledore to express interest in her as a teacher? She shook her head in disbelief. The man must be really desperate to fill the position. Defense Against the Dark Arts. She supposed he was looking for trustworthiness over experience. He knew she just finished her training not a year ago and had very little practical experience in the subject.

The object of her thoughts stepped out of the castle, a welcoming smile on his face.

"Ryselle, my dear, welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Thank you, Headmaster. I appreciate the opportunity."

Gesturing for the dark-haired witch to follow him, they entered the magical citadel. "Not at all, my dear. I was pleasantly surprised to hear you had finished your apprenticeship with Acheyrus last year. I only wish you could have come then."

She chuckled. "I do not believe I would have been ready at that point, Headmaster. The past year has been good for me. I have traveled a great deal and learned many things."

"Things you will pass on to your students, I hope."

"Of course."

They arrived at a series of classrooms Dumbledore identified as the Defense Against the Dark Arts rooms. "The Room of Requirement may also be used for practice, but I would suggest you speak with Harry about that."

She nodded. "Of course. He mentioned some sort of defense club last year."

"Ah yes, it was my understanding that you finally met Harry and his relatives."

Her face twisted into a grimace. "Indeed I did."

"It appears you did not find them to your liking."

Without thinking, Ryselle returned to the habit of her youth. "Uncl… Oh! My apologies."

He chuckled at the memory of the youthful Ryselle insisting he was one of her uncles. "Albus, please."

"Albus, they were the most horrible people I have ever met! I could tell that Petunia woman wanted nothing more than to get me alone so she could tell me horrible things about poor Harry. And her husband?" She shivered. "I could only wish Sirius could have been there to teach him some manners!" Her eyes turned watery at the thought and she was grateful to Albus Dumbledore's patience as he waited quietly for her to dab her eyes.

"Sorry."

"That is quite alright, my dear. I understand completely." His kind blue eyes met hers. "You will find the schedule of your classes on your desk, along with a suggested teaching plan. I used the one from the year before, as last year's plan left something to be desired." She raised a delicately arched eyebrow at that. "Miss Umbridge was not well suited to the position and unfortunately the students were the ones to suffer for it."

"So I will need to catch them up, then?"

"I'm afraid so. I have every confidence you will be able to do so with minimal difficulty, however."

"I appreciate your faith, Headmaster." She responded absently, her amethyst eyes glancing over the lesson plans. It did not appear there was a great deal to change, but she had some ideas based on her own training.

The smile in his voice was audible. "I told you, child. Albus is fine, should you wish. You are, after all, a grown young woman and not the girl with a terrible fondness for lemon drops."

She laughed. 'Uncle' Albus used to feed her lemon drops when her grandfather was not looking, and then feign ignorance when he demanded to know how she got them. Ryselle doubted her grandfather was fooled, but it was a good game for the two old friends to play. Some of her fondest memories were of Albus Dumbledore and Acheyrus playing games with her and teaching her magic.

"I will try to remember that. Perhaps some lemon drops might serve as a reminder."

The headmaster chuckled, eyes twinkling with merriment. "Perhaps I shall bring some the next time, then. Welcome to Hogwarts, Ryselle. I look forward to your tenure. I doubt it will be at all monotonous."

In a flutter of robes he was gone, leaving her to unpack and set up her classroom. Ryselle quickly set to arranging her things, meticulously placing her books and tools on the shelves and organizing her desk. Acheyrus always teased her about being so organized, but she was not the one wandering around the house looking for her shoes. It pleased her to see there was plenty of shelving and drawer space. She brought a number of books to aid her, and several magical devices the students would no doubt find interesting. Those she would lock away until time to use them. Ryselle worked until late in the night, and then headed up to her rooms.

The next day was the time for OWL results to go out. It was quite a bit later than normal, thanks to the chaos at the Ministry of Magic. As a result from the battle held there at the end of fifth year, and the broad sweeping changes in the government, OWL and NEWT results were delayed until the beginning of August. Four days after Hermione left, an unidentified owl arrived with an envelope for Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and to everyone's surprise, Ginny. Harry supposed Hermione's was sent to her home or wherever she was. He felt a pain at the reminder of her absence. Ever since she'd left that day, he had no contact with her. He tried to get in touch with her using his ring, but she either ignored it, or was not wearing it. His heart broke to realize how much she was hurting. Ginny was the only reason he stayed sane during those first few days, but even she learned very quickly to avoid mentioning Hermione's absence.

Harry was surprised to discover he somehow managed to muddle through and get an Exceeds Expectations in Potions. He knew much of it had to do with the assistance of his best friend. Hermione spent a lot of time tutoring him and Ron last year and it seemed something finally sank in. That and Snape wasn't the one grading the test. Defense Against the Dark Arts was his only Outstanding, and the rest was a mix.

Ordinary Wizarding Level Results – Harry Potter

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Potions E

Transfiguration E

History of Magic A

Charms E

Astronomy A

Herbology E

Divination P

Care of Magical Creatures E

He was thrilled to see he achieved eight OWLS, but slightly disappointed his Potions score was not high enough to get into Snape's class. Admittedly, not having a class with the bloody git was a bonus, but his dream of becoming an Auror was dashed by that single letter.

Ron did not do quite as well, but managed to achieve seven OWLS including, surprisingly, Potions and Transfiguration. Neither of them was surprised at their failure to gain anything in Divination, but a year without Trelawney promised to be a good year. Molly was thrilled beyond belief at her son's achievement.

Ginny simply smiled mysteriously when asked about her Ministry letter.

The rest of the week was spent in a frenzy of celebration and preparation. The boys were satisfied with their test results and spent hours discussing the possibilities for the future as a result. Harry came to a realization that surprised him.

"I'm honestly not sure I want to become an Auror anymore." Ron, Ginny, and Harry were sitting in the living room of the Burrow playing Exploding Snap. Ginny looked up in surprise.

"Why not, Harry? I think you'd be good at it."

He shrugged. "Probably. But maybe after all this is done I won't want to spend the rest of my life fighting dark wizards. I mean, it's been going on since I was eleven."

"Blimey, Harry. I never thought I'd see the day when you tossed aside your dream to save the world."

"Ron!" Ginny glared reproachfully at her brother. "Harry, maybe this is a decision you should make a bit later. After you see how things are going to go this year."

"I don't have much of a choice, Gin. I didn't get into Snape's NEWT class. I'm not going to be able to be an Auror anyway."

"Aw, bloody hell, mate. Do you honestly think the Ministry will turn down the opportunity to have the Great Harry Potter as part of the Auror program?"

Harry eyed Ron with irritation. "Contrary to popular belief, Ron, I'm not out to exploit my fame and manipulate the system to fulfill my desires. I'm not going to do anything without honestly earning it."

"Harry. If you defeat Voldemort, I think that more than qualifies you to become an Auror. There's not a Wizard in the world that will say otherwise."

"Maybe. I guess we'll just have to see." Again he shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just travel the world for a while. You know, study other kinds of magic or something. Kinda like… er… someone I heard about."

The two Weasleys looked at him curiously.

"Uh, don't worry about it. Hey Ron, how 'bout a game of chess?" Fortunately Ron was easily diverted and the two quickly became absorbed in the game. Ginny, on the other hand, continued to wonder, but she could tell Harry had no intentions of telling them anything at this time. She'd have to ask him later.

The next day Ginny received an owl from Hermione letting them know she managed to get eleven OWLS, all Outstanding. She refused to take Divination, which meant she had no grade there, but she sat for everything else. Despite the terrific grades, Ginny knew her bushy haired friend was not thrilled that Percy still had one more OWL than her. Along with her results came a letter.

Dear Ginny,

I've decided I'm going back to France for the rest of the summer. I know myself well enough to realize that coming back to visit the Burrow is not something I can handle right now, so I talked to Mum and Dad about taking the chance to spend more time in Paris. It really is beautiful there, and I have at least three more days at the Louvre before I've seen everything.

Tell Harry I'm sorry for ignoring the ring. I'm not mad at him; I guess I just don't want to really talk to anyone right now. I'll see all of you back at Hogwarts and we can chat then. Good luck with the tests and hopefully next year we'll have a new roommate.

Hermione

For the thousandth time that summer Ginny felt the urge to hex her brother to within an inch of his life. At this point she'd rather curse him than Malfoy, which was saying a lot. The bloody prat was responsible for all of this and he steadfastly refused to do anything about it. Bastard. How could he do this to his best friends? Easy, said the voice in her mind, he's insanely jealous and has succumbed to his need to punish the people who made him that way. Bloody hell. Even a blind man could see how much Harry and Hermione cared for each other in their first year. She broke rules for him and he protected her without thought. They were a great team, and until this summer, she thought nothing would ever divide them.

Bugger.

Ginny resolutely pushed the situation out of her mind in order to concentrate on her upcoming tests. No one but Hermione knew she was sitting her OWLS this summer. She honestly had expected the headmaster to say no when she asked, but instead he just gazed at her with that all-knowing expression and gave her a kind smile. He promised to speak with the Ministry and see if something could be done.

A week ago she received a letter from the Ministry listing the time and dates of her tests. The first one was tomorrow and she had a lot of studying to do. Making the excuse that she had some things to take care of (dreaded female things were always a great excuse) she bounced up to her room and spent the evening deep in her books.

Harry and Ron hung out downstairs until it was time for the youngest male Weasley to head off to work. He was spending three afternoons a week working for his brothers. The money he made more than compensated him for the lack of time. Harry, in the meantime, was left to his own devices. It really didn't bother him that much. During his summers with the Dursleys, Harry had gotten used to spending great amounts of time on his own. Usually he spent it reading his meager supply of books or daydreaming about being anywhere but there. He became quite adept at escapism and found himself creating stories and things in his head as a result. It was Ryselle that suggested he write them down sometime. Right before he left she gave him a slim green book and an Infinite Inkpen to help begin his hobby.

"The book will add pages as you need them. I am unsure of its capacity, but after three years I have yet to run out. Write what you feel, Harry. I believe it will serve you well."

Harry took her advice and wrote, pouring all the anguish and pain of Sirius' death and the soul-wrenching agony of Hermione's rejection onto the pages in stark, black letters. It was cathartic, and it became easier to accept things as time passed. His writing took various forms as he tried stream-of-consciousness, editorial, story format, poetry, he even tried his hand at drawing. In the end he found it was easier to write it all in a story, as if it happened to someone else, but was more therapeutic to just say what he was thinking. Sometimes he even wrote to Sirius and his parents as if he could send them a letter.

Time passed, and before they knew it, the time to return to Hogwarts was almost upon them. Schedules were due to arrive any day and Molly told them to be ready for a trip to Diagon Alley to pick up their books and supplies for the year. No one was more surprised than Ron when Ginny informed him and Harry that she would be joining them as a sixth year.

"Bloody hell, Ginny! How'd you manage that?"

"Study, Ronald, and a lot of shady experiences with you lot. I had to do something to keep up last year and Hermione noticed I was ahead of the fourth years. She suggested I ask Headmaster Dumbledore if there was something I could do to ease the boredom."

"So he skipped you a grade?"

"Actually, that was my idea. I figured it would be less confusing than taking classes with the Time Turner."

Harry nodded. "I can see that."

"Blimey!" exclaimed Ron. "Now we have to put up with you in our classes?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Put up with me, Ronald? Whatever do you mean by that?"

Harry cringed at the deceptively sweet tones of her voice. Like Hermione, the youngest Weasely was very calm and very quiet when truly angry. Maybe the better part of valor would be to leave. He longingly gazed at the stairs.

"I mean we have to deal with you bothering us even more than you already do! Bloody hell, Ginny! Like going to the same school with you isn't bad enough."

"Maybe you might benefit from it, Ron. At least I was able to get an Outstanding on my NEWTS." Ron's face flushed with anger. "Who knows, if you have both Hermione and I tutoring you something may actually sink into that thick skull of yours!"

"Er… I think I have some… homework to do. Yeah, uh… I'll see you guys later." Harry quickly made his escape before things deteriorated further. He slunk away unnoticed as the argument between the two siblings escalated.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Ginny? I'm just as capable a student as the rest of you!"

"HA! The only reason you got the scores you did was because Hermione forced you to study last year, Ronald. And don't think I forgot the hassle you gave her about it. The only time I've ever seen you be a bigger prat is this summer!"

"Don't start with me, Ginevra." Two can play the name game. "You have no idea what it's like to have your best friend…"

"Shut it, Ron! I know exactly what you're going to say and you need to stop. In case you haven't noticed, your actions have succeeded in driving away one of your so-called best friends and if you don't get your act together, will probably drive the other away as well. Maybe you should spend some time this summer trying to figure out how not to be such a selfish PRAT!"

"Selfish? I'm selfish? She's the one that's selfish. I loved her for years and she rejects me for someone who doesn't even know she existed until two months ago. She didn't even give me a chance, Ginny. Harry. It's always Harry."

"It's always been Harry, Ron," Ginny interrupted. "They've loved each other for years and you know it! Why do you have to be such an arse? You could just tell her you lied about Harry's feelings. You know. The truth?"

"If she's so in love with him then she should get her act together and talk to him. It's not my problem if she can't be a true Gryffindor about the man she so supposedly loves."

Ginny barely managed to control her urge to hex Ron within an inch of his life. This was not going to be solved at all easily, she knew. Hermione would have to talk to Harry and then they would have to deal with Ron. She cringed at the imagery of what would happen once the two Gryffindors got together. Her brother was going to be insufferable. At least she would be there to lend a helping hand. Knowing she was on the edge of losing her temper, Ginny gave the older Weasley a withering glare and then stomped off to her room.

Meanwhile, Harry was outside on his Firebolt, thinking deeply about the situation between his best friends. The thing that he was having difficulty figuring out was what exactly happened to drive Ron and Hermione apart. If she loved him and he loved her, there shouldn't be a problem, right? His mind flashed back to the endless number of arguments they had over the years. Maybe not. Ron must have said something really stupid and hurtful to drive her away from the Burrow. He thought about asking the red-haired boy, but it was none of his business. They needed to work things out for themselves. Interfering in one of Ron and Hermione's conflicts was a task for someone far more foolish and insane than even Harry. He'd rather face Voldemort. Ah well. They always seemed to make up somehow. He refused to think about what would happen once they did.

Harry pushed all thoughts of the conflict out of his mind and lost himself in flight, determined to enjoy the remainder of the summer.

The succeeding days passed quietly if a bit uncomfortably in places. Harry was doing his best not to hate Ron for hurting Hermione, and Ron was trying hard not to hate Harry for winning her heart. Both of them were behaving like prats in Ginny's opinion, but nothing she could say would improve the situation. Especially with Ron avoiding them like he was. After their fight he had started spending more time away from the Burrow. He would disappear for large sections of time in the name of helping out the twins even though she knew the boys only employed him a few days a week. Ah well. Better that she let well enough alone until they could return to school and work things out with Hermione. They all avoided speaking of it, and things were relatively normal for the remaining time of the summer break.

Class schedules arrived the week before school began. Ginny, Harry, and Ron were eating breakfast when a Hogwarts owl arrived bearing three envelopes. Ginny eagerly tore hers open, anxious to see what classes she'd been accepted into. Ron's response was more indifferent. He merely opened the envelope, took a glance, and set it aside as if it was nothing important. Harry was a bit more reluctant. He knew once he opened the envelope he'd have written confirmation that his opportunity to become an Auror was lost.

"Come on, Harry! Open it up. Let's see what you got?" Ginny was anxious to compare her schedule with that of her brother and his best friend.

"I… Here. You open it. I'm not sure I want to look."

"Oh bugger it all, Harry! You're acting as if it's the end of the world. I'm sure there will be other opportunities for you."

"Maybe. But I was really hoping…"

"I thought you decided you didn't want to become an Auror," interrupted Ron rudely.

"I… I'm not sure I do. But… I don't know. Maybe I just want to have the possibility open."

"Like you won't have plenty."

Ginny glared at her brother. "Okay, Harry. Moment of truth." She tore open the envelope and quickly perused the contents. "Yes! Harry, you have to look at this!" With a broad grin she handed the paper to the startled Gryffindor.

His eyes scanned the page.

Sixth Year Schedule for Harry Potter

Potions for Advanced Students

Intermediate Transfiguration

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Magical Combat and Defense

Magical Herbology

Apparition for Beginners

Advanced Charms

Independent Study

He read over the page again, just to make sure he was seeing it right. Potions? How the bloody hell did he manage to get into Snape's NEWT level Potions class? And what was an Independent Study?

"See?"

He nodded, still in disbelief.

"So it's still an option, Harry. You can do it if you choose to."

Again he nodded. Admittedly, he still wasn't completely sure he wanted to be an Auror, but he was glad the opportunity was not closed to him. Defending the world against darkness was something that appealed to him. It appealed to that "saving people" part of himself and he was not sure it would ever stop. Part of him also wanted to chuck it all and go traveling like he said. It would all depend on what happened when it was all over. Assuming he survived, he thought darkly.

Harry told himself after getting his OWL results that being an Auror wasn't a big deal, but now that he had a chance, he realized just how wrong he'd been. He would have to buckle down now and make his education his priority. Hermione would be a great help there. For the first time in all his years at Hogwarts he found himself appreciative of his best friend's organization and determination to help him and Ron. They were prats about it far too often and still she helped them. Now it was time to utilize that help in every way possible. And it wouldn't be a bad thing to be able to study with her, said the voice in his head.

The three students exchanged schedules, and it was with great surprise that Ron discovered he too had made it into Snape's Potions class. His reaction was less than enthusiastic.

"Bugger. I don't want to study Potions with Snape."

"You can always ask for a different class, Ron."

"Yeah, but what would I take? Besides, you and Hermione will be in there. How can I abandon you to the tender mercies of Malfoy and his goons?"

Harry laughed. "I'm sure we'll survive, Ron, but it would be great if you stayed. At the very least just for the look on Snape's face when you walk into his classroom."

"Blimey, that would be SO worth it. I bet the bastard will be ready to blow a casket."

"Gasket, Ron."

"Oh. Right. So who do you think Dumbledore is going to get to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"

"I'm hoping they'll ask Professor Lupin back. He was the best teacher we had."

"Ugh. You know that's not going to happen. Especially now."

"Oh. Right." Harry had forgotten that many of the werewolves were siding with Voldemort. Most Dark creatures were. "Well, as long as it's not Umbridge, I really could care less."

"Here here, mate. That ruddy bint really needed an adjustment."

"I guess the centaurs helped a lot with that."

"No kidding."

The conversation quickly died and things returned to the same uncomfortable silence as before. Despite all his bluster, Ron truly did want to remain friends with Harry and Hermione no matter what happened. It was unfortunate that he couldn't accept the idea of her not being in love with him. His attitude threatened to rip the Trio apart. In many ways, it already had.

"I wonder what 'Mione's schedule is," Harry wondered softly.

"I'll let you know when I get her next owl, Harry." Ginny smiled reassuringly at him before turning back to her book. The rest of the day passed quietly, interrupted only by the antics of the twins and Molly Weasley's plans to take them to Diagon Alley.

Back at the school, Severus Snape was glaring at his class list as if it were the Dark Lord himself. Harry Potter. Ron Weasley. Neville Longbottom. Bloody hell. Not to mention the Granger chit and the youngest Weasley. How could Albus do this to him? Wasn't it enough that he had to remain a Death Eater and professor for the benefit of the Order? He honestly wasn't terribly fond of teaching. He loved Potions, yes. It was drilling the facts into his students' pathetic and easily distracted minds that he hated. Maybe he should take an apprentice. That way he would have someone else to grade the little buggers' papers – the horrifying works of literary rubbish that they were.

He was positive the old man had it in for him. His first meeting with the smiling wizard and it was to tell him that, once again, he'd chosen someone else for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. And that he would have several undesirables in his Potions class this year. What a ruined day…

"She's really quite knowledgeable, Severus. I'm sure the two of you will find you have a great deal in common."

Great. Now the headmaster was trying to set him up with another teacher. Albus Dumbledore – Matchmaker Extraordinaire. At least he could comfort himself with the fact that it was highly unlikely that she'd be at the school for more than a year. Maybe if he found a replacement for himself…

"There was one other thing I wanted to speak with you about, Severus."

Uh oh. "What?"

"Why don't you have a seat? Lemon drop?"

He gritted his teeth. "No thank you. What do you want?"

The headmaster smiled pleasantly, which always boded ill for him, and picked up a sheet of parchment. "Is it safe to assume you have looked at the results of the OWL exams?"

Snape smirked. "Indeed I have. It is unfortunate the Gryffindor Know-it-all will be subjecting me to her presence, but not altogether unexpected. However, the lack of Weasley, Potter, and," he shuddered, "Longbottom more than makes up for it."

"Hm. It is unfortunate you feel that way, Severus. I am afraid what I have to say will not be welcome."

A chill ran up the Slytherin professor's spine. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Severus, I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to allow students who achieved an Exceeds Expectations into your NEWT class."

"WHAT?" Snape leaped to his feet, outraged.

"Now Severus, sit down for a moment and listen." Rarely did the headmaster turn a stern gaze to one of his teachers, but when he did it was effective. The outraged man sat. "NEWT level potions is necessary for entry into the Auror training program at the Ministry. I would like several people to have the opportunity to participate in the program next year as preparation for the coming conflict."

"Potter," said Snape flatly.

"Yes. As well as Misters Weasley and Longbottom."

"NO! Potter I can tolerate, but Weasley and Longbottom belong as far as possible away from my classroom. I will NOT have them buggering up my NEWT class because you feel sorry for them."

"Severus…"

"Absolutely not, Albus. Those two are a menace. I honestly find myself stunned that they were able complete the exam, much less attain an Exceeds Expectations. The potions we will be creating are very volatile and the last thing I need is an inattentive nitwit and an inept moron buggering up the lesson and blowing us all to hell!"

"Severus, they did receive the appropriate marks."

"I imagine it was only because Granger spent most of the year pushing them to study. Not to mention forcing them into those late-night cram sessions we were to know nothing about. It's a miracle they had time to go to the Department of Mysteries with that study schedule."

"Severus…"

He sighed. "Albus. Please. You cannot ask me to do this. Their very presences will drag down the level of my class. The incredible risk of someone getting truly hurt alone should be enough to persuade you to find another way. They are far too incompetent to be in that class."

The elderly wizard sighed. "I wish I could share your opinion, Severus, but I believe you to be far too biased." He held up a hand. "No, let me finish. You despise Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville – all Gryffindors – all of the house you swore to hate with your dying breath. You hate Harry because of what his father did to you. I cannot allow you to jeopardize the future of the Wizarding world over a petty hatred that should have died years ago."

"Jeopardize the Wizarding world? You certainly have a high opinion of them, Albus. Potter I can see. And Granger. But Weasley and Longbottom?"

"They were there with Harry at the Ministry, Severus. I have every reason to believe they will continue to stand by him. They need this training."

"So ask the Ministry to make an exception."

"I have. They have agreed to allow them basic Auror training during their seventh year, despite the age requirement. However. They refuse to budge on the academic requirements. If they are to train like Aurors, they must qualify like Aurors."

"This is an argument I am not going to win, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid so, Severus. But I would like your support on this. Things will be far more pleasant."

Severus stood up. "For you, perhaps. Putting those two in my class will merely exacerbate the hell that is my life! Unfortunately things will not get better for me until Potter graduates and fulfills his destiny. Only then can I finally leave this blasted place." He whirled to leave.

"Severus." Reluctantly, he turned back to face his mentor. "All I am asking is that you give Harry and the others a chance to prove themselves. If they cannot succeed in your classroom, then it is on them. But I believe that the events of last year have served to emphasize the seriousness of our situation."

"Fine."

"It will not be all bad, my boy. I believe the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will more than make up for any difficulty you have in your classes."

That was the second time he mentioned the new teacher. Snape eyed the old wizard suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Surely it wasn't Tonks or someone else equally annoying.

"The woman I've selected is rather extraordinary. I am sure you will get along famously." It was disturbing to see the headmaster chortle and his eyes twinkle madly with glee. Yes. He was trying to set him up.

Snape gritted his teeth. He was going to regret this, but… "Who is it?"

Dumbledore grinned mischievously. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait to meet her until the staff meeting, Severus. But I appreciate your enthusiasm." He held out a small, foil wrapped candy. "Chocolate Knut?"

Knowing he was not going to be permitted to leave the office without some form of candy, Severus resignedly accepted the treat and quickly made his escape. Bloody wonderful. Not only did he miss out on getting the Defense Against the Dark Arts position again; it had been given to some woman Albus thought would be perfect for him. Remembering back to the last time the headmaster tried to match make, he couldn't help but shudder. Never in his life had he been so disturbed.

Bugger.

It was useless to resist, he knew, but that did not mean he needed to make it at all easy for the headmaster. Determined to do everything in his power to avoid the romantic traps he sensed before him, Severus steeled himself to spend the rest of the year ignoring the new professor. He would not simply capitulate because Albus felt sorry for him and thought he'd become a "nicer person" if he started dating. He had no time or inclination in his life for romance, and the sooner he made that clear, the better it would be.

He discovered that it was far easier said than done.

Later that day, shortly before the first staff meeting, Albus Dumbledore gave Ryselle a tour of the school, sharing with her its secrets so she would not be confounded by its odd behaviour.

"It really is quite brilliant. The Founders gave the school the ability to adapt, but also added a bit of randomness to the construction. It is rather simple to navigate once you learn the general layout of the school and timings of the stairs. Teachers, however, have the ability to direct certain things in order to protect the students and the school." He stopped in front of a painting of a young wizard, nodding in greeting. The nod was returned, absently, as the painting stared at the new professor.

"This is Haldis Armenthar, the first Head Boy of Hogwarts. He stands guard over the teachers' entrance to the secret tunnels throughout the school. Haldis, if you would please open the door." Albus' eyes twinkled in amusement. "Heh hem! Haldis, the door."

The boy jumped, startled, and then flung the door open with an apology. Still smiling, Ryselle gave the painting a quick wink.

"Few teachers know the entirety of the tunnels, as they prefer to know the routes to the standard locations – classrooms, bedrooms, and such. I encourage you to explore them and learn the castle as well as you can. You will be a large part of the defense of the school, and I would prefer someone in addition to myself know how things are arranged."

Ryselle nodded in agreement. There was plenty of time. School didn't start for another week. She should be able to do a lot of exploring in the mean time.

"Is there a map?"

"Only one map has ever been successfully created, and it is in the possession of Harry Potter at this time."

She looked at him curiously.

"Harry's father and friends – the Mauraders – created the map during their time here. It adapts to the layout of the school and will reveal the location of any person in it."

"Why do you let a student keep that?" Even if it did belong to Harry, it seemed to her it could be better used by the teachers.

"Harry is known for accomplishing rather…unusual tasks. He appears to have a great need for it."

"I see." Maybe she could create another one like it. She would have to see if Harry would allow her access to the map. "Where to next?"

The headmaster showed her the locations of all the classrooms and rooms, plus the teachers' quarters and his office. The teacher's lounge was empty, but the kitchen was full of house elves thrilled to meet Hogwarts' newest professor. The one named Dobby, who wore more clothes than she had ever seen on a house elf, enthusiastically questioned her about her favorite foods and beverages, promising that she would be treated to them as often as possible.

Elsewhere in the castle, Severus Snape stalked through the halls, doing his best to avoid Dumbledore and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was not about to open himself to Albus Dumbledore's matchmaking until there was no escape. Bugger. He couldn't believe he'd been passed over again for the position he knew he was eminently qualified for, and once again there was a stranger in the castle he wanted nothing to do with. Dumbledore should know better than to have hired another strange woman. Umbridge was a nightmare last year. Of course, if she was like any of the other teachers, he would only have to put up with her presence for a year and then he could try and persuade the headmaster to let him change positions. Again. He prayed it would be a quiet year.

Knowing Voldemort, that was a hopeless wish. Ah well. Pushing the Dark Lord from his mind, he turned his thoughts to the coming year and the disaster that was to be his class. Potter and Weasley would no doubt spend the year slacking off and getting into trouble as usual. Longbottom would stun them all with his mind-blowing levels of incompetence, and Draco would continue to try and become the top student in the school, which left Granger to torment them with her know-all behaviour. At least the Weasley girl was competent and unobtrusive. Still, it promised to be another year made especially for him by the imps of the perverse. Maybe Voldemort will just kill me, he thought hopefully.

After the Dark Lord's failure to gain the prophecy at the Ministry of Magic and the capture of a number of his more influential Death Eaters, Voldemort was not in a pleasant mood. The only reason Snape had not been included on the raid was the importance of his position as a spy for the Death Eaters. He could not be risked for what was supposed to be a simple retrieval operation. The idea that a small group of fifth year students could outwit half a dozen of the evil wizard's greatest servants was unfathomable. Even Snape had to admit he was impressed by Potter's success at staying alive long enough for the Order to get there. The boy was lucky he managed to put together his odd comments about Black. Not that he would ever appreciate it, he thought bitterly. He was well aware how the rest of the Order and the student body of Hogwarts viewed him in general. Sometimes it almost bothered him, but he was not a Hufflepuff to be concerned with the mindless chatter of a bunch of immature little gits. Potter and his sycophants were the worst of the lot.

He hoped Potter would fulfill his so-called destiny soon. He was getting tired of putting up with the bloody idiocy that characterized Voldemort's current lackeys. Bellatrix Lestrange was the most pathetic. Her mindless devotion and unspeakable cruelty wore on his nerves, and even he got tired of hearing how she killed her cousin. He hated Black, but did not rejoice at his death. Well, not too much. From what he heard it was the arrogant git's fault that Lestrange got in her lucky shot. He was not being serious as usual and opened himself to a Stun spell at the worst possible moment. He wondered what happened to the former Gryffindor after he fell behind the Veil.

Voices intruded upon his musing, and he realized the headmaster and new teacher were about to turn the corner in front of him. Having no desire to encounter either of them, he quickly ducked into an alcove and quietly watched their approach.

He was not expecting what he saw.

Headmaster Dumbledore turned the corner, chatting animatedly with a young woman who looked scarcely old enough to have graduated from Hogwarts, much less be a teacher there. She was truly beautiful, he saw, with rich, dark hair, porcelain skin, and violet eyes. Her robes were simple but colorful, matching her eyes, and she wore a heavy gold amulet on a chain around her neck. He thought the symbol looked familiar. He was so absorbed in watching her that he failed to notice Headmaster Dumbledore's slight nod in his direction. He saw the woman turn her head toward him, however, and quickly ducked behind the pillar. He stayed still until he could hear their voices rounding the corner far ahead.

Bloody hell, he thought. Where did Dumbledore find her? It was rare for the headmaster to hire young wizards to teach at Hogwarts, him having been the only exception to that rule since he took over the school. From her level of poise and apparent expertise he speculated she was a bit older than he had been when selected for the Potions position. He wondered who she was. He found himself actually interested in listening to Dumbledore's introduction to the teachers in a few hours. He could wait until then. In the meantime, it was time to plan for the coming school year. Especially Advanced Potions with the Terrible Trio. Maybe he could get away with making them work on "special assignments". Hmmm.

The next couple of hours passed far too quickly and soon it was time for the dreaded Staff Meeting.

Staff meetings were mandatory for all teachers. Unless Voldemort summoned him, Severus was bound to attend the gathering and input his opinion, which would promptly be ignored. When he walked in the room, he noticed the dark-haired woman sitting in the corner reading a large tome. He dismissed her from his mind, refusing to acknowledge her existence. He was not about to give Albus the satisfaction. He still thought she looked far too young to be the new professor. She returned the favor and completely ignored his presence, a fact that made him almost grateful. The two waited in silence until the rest of the professors arrived. Albus came last, grinning mischievously at Severus when he entered the room.

"Welcome back to another fine year at Hogwarts my friends. Hopefully this year is a good one…"

"The likelihood of that is virtually nonexistent, Albus," Severus interjected in a smooth, deep voice. "Perhaps we could move on to more important matters? I, unlike the rest of you, have a great many things to take care of before the students arrive."

"Of course. Of course, my boy. Let's get this started then. I am sure all of you will be delighted to know that the position of High Inquisitor has been eliminated from Hogwarts. The Ministry has issued a formal apology, and any long-term punishments assigned by the former High Inquisitor have been rescinded.

Minerva McGonagall's eyes lit up and she threw Snape a gleeful smile. "Then we have our Seeker again! That's wonderful, Albus."

The head of Slytherin rolled his eyes. "Is that blasted game all you think about, Minerva?"

"Not at all, Severus. I simply remember how much Mr. Potter has enjoyed the game over the years. He will be glad to know he is no longer banned."

"Yes, well, let us continue this line of discussion later. Next on my list…" the headmaster pulled out a three-foot long list and began searching for something. "Ah yes! This year we will be accepting a number of new students from other schools and private tutors. Rest assured they have been adequately tested, Severus, and that each will be Sorted appropriately along with the First Years."

"Is this because we're lost a lot of students, Albus?" Leave it to Flitwick to wonder something like that.

"No, Filius, we have lost surprisingly few for the upcoming year. Most of them, unfortunately, have been in Slytherin House, but the majority of our students are returning. The governors responded to a petition made several years ago for an increase in available positions at the school, and have finally chosen to pass the resolution."

Probably because Lucius was the one opposing it, thought Severus.

"There will be two new students per House per year, which will increase each year until class size is at a satisfactory level."

"And who is going to teach all these students, Albus? I for one do not have the leisure to teach many more than I already do."

"That will be taken care of, Minerva, but you must have patience this year. If things go well, I believe my next petition will be easily passed."

There was some muttering, but for the most part the teachers seemed unconcerned. Severus figured the reason many home-schooled students were coming to Hogwarts was because of the safety of the grounds. Everyone knew the school was designed to be unbreechable, and with Albus Dumbledore in residence, who wouldn't want to live there?

"Next, I have news of one of our students. Ginevra Weasley will all be advancing to the next higher grade. She has proven herself ready to move up and I believe she will best be served by such a change."

Surprisingly it was Filius Flitwick that was the loudest objector. "That's unprecedented, Albus. We can't just move a student into the next year! How is she supposed to learn the things from the missed year? There are far too many lessons required by the higher classes to skiv off an entire year of practice and studying!"

"Miss Wealsey has already spent a great deal of time with those lessons, Filius. She is the prime example of one of our students who has spent the year immersed in lessons above her year. In addition, she has agreed to limited usage of a Time Turner to complete all of her work within the first three months of the term. I am confident she will succeed admirably. Do not forget, she has received the appropriate OWL scores. I believe passing her over a year is the best option to provide her with the chance to learn on the level she requires."

Vector objected. "Why not give her the Time Turner for the full year and let her take any class she wants within her year? It worked for Miss Granger."

Severus raised an eyebrow at that.

"Miss Granger had difficulties with the temporal shifting, Eurydice. I believe it would be far better to challenge Miss Weasley directly than by placing her into an alternate reality for the next year."

"Temporal shifting is dangerous besides, Professor Vector." A soft melodious voice interjected the comment, drawing attention to the figure in the corner. "I do not believe that is something we should be fooling around with during these unstable times. It is bad enough that we are allowing her to use the Time Turner for three months."

Severus sneered at the young woman. Who did she think she is? "Your input is fascinating, Miss, but I highly doubt you are qualified to make such a recommendation to the headmaster."

She stepped forward into the light. "Yes, actually, I am, professor. My master and I have done a great deal of study on the effects of time and its manipulation. You would be surprised at how much it can affect things."

Severus found himself stunned for a moment as his eyes met those of the mysterious woman. He felt almost a touch of recognition, as if they had met before and had known each other for a lifetime. He mentally slapped himself.

Master? "I'm certain I can imagine," he commented snidely.

"Good, good," interjected Dumbledore. "It is fortunate we all understand why we cannot go mucking about with the timeline right now. Next on my list is the selection of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Severus found himself on the wrong end of a grin from the headmaster.

Bugger.

"I would like to present the Lady Ryselle Spellsinger of Romania." He gestured to the young woman. "She has graciously accepted my invitation to teach here for the duration of this year, although I am hoping we might persuade her to stay a bit longer." The last part was said with a wink.

Snape found himself wishing for something to bang his head against. Bloody wonderful. Now Albus had yet another opportunity to try and get him to be more "understanding" by finding love or some other tripe such as that with the beautiful and exotic Romanian professor. This was going to be hell.

The meeting broke up shortly after that into an impromptu welcoming party for the new professor. Severus gratefully made his escape, determined to leave before she turned those amazing eyes on him and trapped him into doing something foolish. Like talking to her. He made a mental note to avoid the Defense Against the Dark Arts section as much as possible.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Back at the Burrow, preparations were underway for a whirlwind trip to Diagon Alley. Harry and the Weasleys left shortly after breakfast. The morning of their excursion was spent in a state of total haste as Molly rushed them through breakfast and getting ready. Harry didn't understand why she was in such a hurry, but within an hour of waking up, they were ready to Floo.

The first stop was, of course, Flourish and Blott's. The store was packed with students and parents, many of which recognized the infamous Harry Potter. He no sooner walked into the store than he had a number of people congratulating him on his fine defense of the Ministry and the capture of several Death Eaters. They assured him they knew all along that he wasn't a lunatic, and had great faith in his ability to defeat "You Know Who." Ginny and Ron found themselves shoved aside by the crowd. As a result, the elder Weasley stormed off, determined not to watch his best friend wallow in his fame.

Ginny was far more pragmatic and simply went about her business, selecting her books and putting them in the enchanted bag her mother purchased for them. Harry and Ron were surprised to find out she was in many of their classes. She thought they were being ridiculous if they expected she would have a very different schedule. She supposed Ron was still having difficulty accepting the fact that she was a Sixth Year now. Prat. Now where did he get off to?

Harry politely informed the adoring wizards and witches that he needed to continue purchasing his school supplies and they finally left him alone. But not before he had a Lockheart flashback thanks to several requests for an autograph. It didn't help that his fellow students were looking on with amusement at the whole situation. They'd been attending school with him for years. Besides a few notable exceptions, the Hogwarts kids were no longer completely awed by him. Unfortunately it appeared today was the day all the first and second year students decided to shop. He was finally able to get back to the task at hand, and quickly found all the books on his list.

Ron, in the meantime, was lurking in a corner of the store, trying to get his temper under control. He should have expected people to jump all over Harry and start fawning all over him thanks to the Ministry. All summer they've been releasing statements to the Prophet about how grateful they were to Harry for stopping Voldemort again (as if he did it alone) and how sorry they were for ever doubting him or Headmaster Dumbledore.

The rest of the day was tense, with Ginny angry at Ron for being resentful of Harry and the people fawning all over him. Things hardly improved once they returned to the Burrow, and each of them spent the next few days apart, occupying his or herself and avoiding the others.

It was with a great deal of relief to them all that they headed back to Hogwarts.

The area around Platform nine and three quarters was swarming with students as Ron, Ginny, and Harry made their way toward the Hogwarts Express. All three were looking forward to the coming year, despite everything that was going on, and happily boarded the train to claim their usual car for the ride to the school.

Luna Lovegood joined them a short while later, but Hermione did not make an appearance. Harry was worried about her. The problems she and Ron had over the summer obviously affected her a lot worse than anyone could have expected. He was almost tempted to talk with Ginny about it, but he had no desire to listen to her insistent protestations that Hermione was in love with him.

The ride was uneventful, surprisingly so considering Malfoy and his lackey's had yet to make their annual appearance. Ron noticed in the Prefects meeting that the Slytherin was unusually silent, and wondered at the change. The bloody prat's probably plotting something right now, he thought. He glared at the boy when he wasn't looking, and spent the rest of the meeting avoiding Hermione.

She didn't look well. Her face was wan and shadowed, showing signs of the kind of exhaustion resulting from sleeplessness. He felt a surge of guilt at the thought. He knew he should apologize to her for what he'd said, but something prevented him from forming the words. He knew Harry was in love with her, and that he seemed to be suffering as much as Hermione. He wondered at that, considering he was the one their best friend was in love with. His ire rose at the thought. Just once he wanted to succeed where Harry did not. Hermione was a bit annoying at times he had to admit, but she was brilliant, kind, friendly, and willing to bend the rules if necessary. Sure they fought, but he couldn't understand why that would get in the way. Wasn't that just another form of passion? He remembered how she looked at the Yule Ball their fourth year. Harry hadn't noticed, having eyes only for Cho Chang. While he mooned after the Ravenclaw, Ron sat back and admired their best friend. She was beautiful, and Harry never even noticed.

After their second year, Ron could have sworn Hermione liked him as more than a friend. The uncomfortable handshake at the end year feast was his first indication. Afterwards it seemed she was at times awkward around him, like she was feeling shy. How that turned into her loving Harry he couldn't figure out. His face darkened at the thought. Once again Harry got what he wanted, leaving Ron alone to be the faithful sidekick everyone thought him. Well no more. He wasn't sure why Harry was so down, but it was obvious him and Hermione had still made no attempt to get together. Ginny told him it was his fault, but he found himself not caring. If Harry wanted her, he would have to work for it this time.

After the Prefects meeting, Hermione followed Ron back to their car and sat down next to Ginny. She was very quiet, but her presence seemed to soothe Harry a great deal. Ron felt a surge of resentment at the fact, but quashed it when he realized how idiotic it was. It was the beginning of a new year, and Ron really didn't want to spend it alienated from his two best friends. Glancing over at Harry, he decided he really didn't want to spend the year in silent hostility with Harry and Hermione. Not to mention the hassle Ginny would give him if they did. Swallowing his pride, he cleared his throat and decided to make the first move.

"So, anyone wonder what happened to Malfoy?"

Harry looked surprised at the question for a moment, and then chuckled. "He has been conspicuously absent from our presence this year. I wonder why that is."

"Maybe he's afraid Ginny will kick him in the shins again." Hermione's voice was soft and hesitant.

"More likely he's afraid it will bruise this time, marring the perfection of his pasty white skin."

"Did you know Split-toed Yellow Beaks like to use brambleberries in their nests?" Ron rolled his eyes at Luna's off the wall comment.

"Fascinating, Luna. Really." Ignoring her, he turned back to the others. "Anyone watch the last Cannons Quidditch match against the Silver Griffons? They completely destroyed them!"

Hermione and Ginny shared a look as the two boys were off discussing their favorite subject. Things might not be completely repaired between the three best friends, but it was a start.

The train arrived at the school, and all the students were hustled into carriages. If they wondered why there were aurors placed around the platform, it was not mentioned. All the students were aware of the dangers they faced these days. Especially Harry. He knew more than any of them. Hopefully no one else would ever find out like he had. Glancing over at his friends, the words of the prophecy flashed in his mind. Over the summer he had resolved to do whatever it took to protect his friends and the rest of the Wizarding world. He swore he would not fail.

The trip up to the castle was uneventful, and upon arrival, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny entered the Great Hall with the rest of the students. The Hall was decorated, as usual, in a fantastical manner – this year the candles that floated overhead were silver and gold, with an opalescent sparkling mist flowing between them. The tables were adorned with otherworldly arrangements of iridescent flowers in all the colors of the rainbow set in sparkling crystal vases. Runners the color of each House ran the length of the tables adding yet more vibrancy to the décor. The first year students were easy to spot by their youthful faces and looks of wonder. The four friends looked at each other in amusement, remembering their own feelings of awe upon seeing the Great Hall for the first time. The teachers, who chatted amongst themselves while the students got situated, already occupied the seats at the Head table. Harry was surprised to see Ryselle Spellsinger seated among them. She was next to Snape, which was apparently the traditional spot for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Interesting.

The students quickly seated themselves, and Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, as he had numerous years before, garbed in purple and yellow robes, with a friendly smile and merry twinkle in his eye.

"Bramble, brumble, and balderdash!" The students immediately quieted down. "Welcome to Hogwarts my friends. This year promises to be a different one from the last. It is my pleasure to welcome a new group of students into the fold this year. Without further ado, let the Sorting begin! Minerva?"

His brief words made the new students feel at ease, and then Professor McGonagall began the Sorting. It was at that point Ron noticed something odd about one of the new students.

"Oy, Harry. You recognize him?"

Harry followed Ron's gaze to a young man standing in line for the Sorting. Odd. He didn't look like a first year. It took a moment for him to place the boy, but he was able to remember.

"Yeah. He was one of the students visiting for the final bit of the Triwizard Tournament. I thought he was a home-schooled student." Harry frowned. "He's not a first-year. What's he doing here?"

"He's probably a transfer student," interjected Ginny.

The two boys looked at each other. "Transfer student?"

"Yeah, you know – a student that has transferred from another school?"

"They can do that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course they can, Ron! They just have to get permission from the headmasters of both schools. Or the headmaster and their parents if they don't go to a school. Plus there has to be a slot available."

Harry looked at her curiously. "What do you mean, 'a slot available'?"

"Each of the three schools has a certain number of students they can have before they need to hire more teachers. Classes are supposed to be no larger than 20 students. Hogwarts is nearly at that limit for the number of teachers we have. They're going to have to hire more teachers to be able to handle more students. I bet Headmaster Dumbledore talked to the governors this summer about expanding the school."

"Bloody hell. The last thing we need is more students. And teachers. Especially teachers."

"Oh get off it, Ron! The school used to have a much higher population than it does now. Or haven't you noticed it's kind of empty?" Ginny seemed exceptionally irritated with her brother these days.

Ron shrugged. "I always figured it was supposed to be that way. You know, give that haunted castle impression and all."

"Oh bugger, Ron. You are such a git! You've been friends with Hermione for how long and you still haven't read Hogwarts : a History yet have you?"

"Ugh. I have better things to do with my time, Ginny."

"Well if you had," said Hermione, "you would know that Hogwarts was built to accommodate 1120 students – 40 per year, per House. The population simply fell over the years as the Wizarding world spread out more and the English domain grew smaller. There was a much broader array of classes back then, and things were more mixed up. Classes still consisted of 20 students, but the composition varied depending on electives. Not everyone had close to the same classes like we do today."

"There must have been a lot more teachers back then."

"Professors and their assistants. Some classes were taught by sixth and seventh year students that apprenticed to a teacher."

"That must have been amazing," sighed Ginny. "Can you imagine all those people in the halls, chatting away about magic?"

"And Quidditch," interjected Harry with a grin.

Ginny laughed. "Yes. And Quidditch. It must have been amazing."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Give me a break."

Harry barely stopped himself from responding snidely to Ron's comment. He found himself easily irritated these days with the red-haired boy's tendency towards sarcastic hostility, and was forced to make a concerted effort not to snap at his friend. Despite all their problems, Harry still considered Ron one of his best friends. But lately it had been getting more difficult to bear that in mind.

"Is there a reason you're being such a royal prat or are you just feeling particularly surly this evening?" Ginny glared at her brother, annoyed with his behaviour. She noticed Harry's irritation with Ron, and felt someone had to say something. Ever since the disaster over the summer, Ron and Harry had been very cautious with what they said around each other. It was driving her to distraction.

"I just don't find the ins and outs of Hogwarts past terribly interesting, that's all, Ginny. There are better things to talk about. Like Quidditch."

Ginny laughed as Hermione mouthed the last two words along with Ron.

"Excuse me, might I join you?"

Ginny looked up into the deepest most amazing blue eyes she had ever seen. A young man stood next to her, dressed in the plain robes of a new student. He was incredibly handsome, having lightly tanned skin, sapphire eyes and perfect pink lips curved into an open smile. His blue tie emphasized the color of the intense, fathomless orbs, and the dim light brought out the sparkle of amusement and joy. His light brown hair was short, with longer bangs falling to just above his gorgeous eyes. His gaze was fixed on her, and she thought she detected a flare of interest. His smile was friendly, and she could not help but admire his perfect, white teeth. Flustered, she nodded quickly, hoping she didn't look like an idiot.

"Many thanks, dear lady." He sat down next to her, sending the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. "My name is Julian. Julian Aldread."

She gazed at him stupidly for a moment before extending her hand in response. "Er… Ginny Weasley."

"Enchanted, m'lady…"

Another hand stuck itself between them. "Ron Weasley."

Julian looked up to see her very irritated brother looming over them. Still smiling in a friendly manner, he took his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ron."

Ginny tried to hide her annoyance at her brother's rude behaviour. She regained her composure and quickly introduced the rest of her friends. He nodded to each of them and shook their hands, giving Harry only a slight second glance before greeting the next person. She found herself relieved he was polite enough not to start fawning all over The Boy Who Lived.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands for attention. "Once again I must welcome you to Hogwarts, my friends. I hope this year will be full of fun and magic!" The students chuckled feebly. "A few things before we begin our feast. The Dark Forest is, as usual, still forbidden to students. Due to the increasing hazards in the outside, all students are required to be indoors and in their House areas by ten o'clock. Any student caught outside after ten will be given a minimum one week detention." Some mutters accompanied his announcement. "This is not to punish you, but to protect you from the evils that have revealed themselves during the past few years. I would also like to introduce the newest addition to Hogwarts' teaching staff. Ryselle Spellsinger has kindly agreed to take the position of Defense Against Dark Arts professor for the coming year." Ryselle stood up and gave the students a slight bow. "On behalf of the students and staff I would like to welcome her to our school."

"I wonder how long she's going to last?" muttered Ron as she resumed her seat next to Professor Snape.

"Ron!" Ginny hissed at him. "Be nice!"

"What? It's the truth, isn't it? We haven't had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher last more than a year at this bloody place. It's like the position is cursed or something."

Harry smiled. "I think if anyone will make it beyond a year it will be her, Ron. She strikes me as the tenacious sort."

"It sounds like you know her." Hermione looked at Harry in surprise.

He nodded. "She was the lady that moved in across the street from the Dursleys last year. I got to meet her this summer. She's really quite nice."

Ron snorted. "But does she know what she's doing?"

"I can't imagine Headmaster Dumbledore hiring her if she wasn't"

"Yeah. Didn't he hire the Alistor Moody who turned out to be a fake?"

"He doesn't know everything, Ron."

"Obviously."

Hermione gestured for silence. "Shhh. He's not done yet."

Dumbledore continued with a kindly smile for the students. "I would also like to announce the advancement of one of our students. Ginny Weasley, as a result of a large amount of hard work last year and during the summer, will be moved to the sixth year class of Gryffindors. Congratulations, Miss Weasley."

Hermione and the other Gryffindors applauded the youngest Weasley while the headmaster continued his speech.

"Way to go, Ginny!"

She smiled. Professor McGonagall had been cautious but thrilled when Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned that she wanted to sit for her OWLS. She knew the young girl spent a lot of time with the older students during the previous year and as a result, her knowledge was a lot more advanced than the others in her class. She was very interested in what he had to say, and was the one who spoke with Ginny and her parents about the possibility of her being advanced a year. Molly opposed it, but Ginny seemed to like the idea. Most of her friends were a year ahead of her anyway. Dumbledore appeared to have additional reasons for wanting her to move ahead, but did not share them.

Ginny had been afraid Hermione would be upset, but the older girl simply said that she was happy where she was and was not interested in graduating before her best friends. She even promised to aid Ginny in getting caught up to the other sixth years. Considering her experience with the Time Turner, she was the logical choice.

"That being said, I have another pleasant announcement. Due to unfortunate circumstances last year, we were unable to have our traditional Yule Ball. To make up for it, this year we will have another ball during the Spring, one week before graduation. It will be open to all students, and will take place here in the Great Hall." He paused as an excited chatter erupted at his words. "And now, let the feast begin!"

The platters at each table filled with food of all kinds, and the Hall became noisy as the students helped themselves and chatted with their friends about the summer. Harry was happy that he actually had a fairly good summer for a change and did not feel left out when sharing stories of their adventures. The time passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was time to head back to Gryffindor Tower to get settled in for classes tomorrow.

Hermione and Ron were prefects again, and took their places at the head of the first-years. Ron had been ecstatic to find out that he made prefect for the second year in a row. Harry knew the fiery Gryffindor had expected Harry to make it this year, but he had no way of knowing that his friend had turned down the opportunity when Dumbledore offered it. Harry had no intentions of letting him find out either. He felt Ron deserved it just as much as he did, and had no desire to see his friend doubt his own abilities for no reason. He secretly hoped that Ron's status as a prefect would assuage his feelings of competition with Harry and help return their friendship to where it used to be. He was realistic, however, especially after the past summer, and concentrated on not losing any more of their already fragile friendship.

Harry glanced around at his fellow Gryffindors, wondering what they thought about everything that was happening. He knew that most of them didn't feel the immediacy of the events outside the school, and felt safe while at Hogwarts. Harry knew the school was one of the safest places for him to be, and felt a small bit of relief being here. The capture of Lucius Malfoy in the Ministry of Magic promised to make things rather interesting with his son and the other Slytherins. He knew Lucius was still a threat, and expected to run into a lot of unfriendly situations with Slytherin House this year. Especially with Draco Malfoy. He was extremely glad Professor Spellsinger was at Hogwarts. She seemed genuinely fond of him and he hoped she might be willing to give him some extra tutoring in defending against the dark arts. Perhaps she could teach him Occlumency.

Harry felt himself smile as he heard Ginny's laugh come from behind him. She was talking with the new boy, Julian, and seemed quite taken with him. He knew she was available now, after her boyfriend broke up with her over the summer. He frowned at the thought. The boy had sent Ginny an owl telling her he met someone else over the summer and wanted only to be friends. Truth be told, she had not seemed too heartbroken, but seemed more offended by his methods. Harry was glad Ron was distracted right now, so Ginny could have this opportunity to chat with a nice young man without the overly protective presence of her brother.

The group reached Gryffindor Tower and headed inside to their dorms. Harry and Ron were with the other sixth years again, making Harry wonder where the new boy was going to stay. He was surprised when they got up the stairs to their dorm to find another bed, nightstand and chest had been placed in the room. There hadn't been enough room for it last year, so he assumed the room must have changed to accommodate the new boy. He thought he remembered Hermione saying something about the castle's ability to adapt.

Julian's bed had been placed on the other side of Harry so he was able to chat with the young man while they put their things away.

"Hello, Julian."

"Oh, hello, Harry. I see I have been given the privilege of rooming with you and the other Gryffindors. I am honored beyond measure."

Harry tried to figure out if the other boy was being facetious. "You're a Gryffindor too, Julian. You know that, right?"

Julian tossed him an impudent grin reminiscent of Sirius Black. "Of course, Harry. I have been thoroughly briefed about the traditions at Hogwarts. My apologies. I am feeling particularly flippant this evening."

Harry laughed. "No need for apology, Julian. It's probably more like I'm feeling quite the opposite. I could certainly use the humour."

"Humour is very important. Especially in these dark times." He was silent for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to lighten your burden, Harry?"

Harry looked at Julian, startled at the serious note. "Er… I don't think so. But thank you."

"You are welcome, Harry."

"So, uh, where are you from?"

"Essex. I have been learning magic at a small private school just outside Hadstock."

"Why did you transfer here?"

"My grandmother felt it would be safer. She wanted to do it last year, but the governors would not approve allowing any more students at Hogwarts. Now that they actually believe in the return of You-know-who, they agreed to allow a few in."

"Lucky."

"Indeed. I wish I could have started here at the beginning, but it was not an option at the time."

"Why not?"

"My mother was very ill. I would have been unhappy being away from her for an extended period of time. As her son, it was only right I stay and care for her."

Harry was impressed with the young man. He obviously had a very deep commitment to his family. Ginny will love that, he thought.

"Do you like it here at Hogwarts, Harry?"

"Yes. Very much. I think this past summer was the first time I was not spending the whole time wishing I could come back."

Julian looked surprised. "Why?"

"Uh, let's just say my summers are typically not fun and leave it at that."

Julian knew better than to push the issue.

Harry cursed his loose tongue and tried to think of something more neutral to talk about. The young wizard seemed like a nice enough sort, and Harry did not feel so popular as to not be interested in making more friends. Especially in light of Ron's attitude.

"So, Julian, have you ever watched Quidditch?"

"Oh goodness, yes! I myself am a bit fan of the Silver Griffons. I know they are not terribly popular, but I believe they will show their true mettle one day." Harry enthusiastically joined in the conversation about one of his favorite subjects, and even Ron lost his hostility and began interjecting comments after a time.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and it was with a lighter heart that Harry lay down to sleep for his first night back at Hogwarts.