Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it's all of J.K. Rowling's work.

It was the year of freedom.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron, after a long eight years of hard work, had finally defeated Voldemort. Many Death Eaters were caught and sent to Azkaban, and the ones who hadn't- well, let's just say they weren't seen very often anymore. The wizarding world was back to peace.

After two years of living his life happily, twenty year-old Harry felt more and more by each day that there was something missing in his heart. Almost like he needed something more. When his friends saw this, they worried about him. Harry hadn't been like this since the years Voldemort was still thriving.

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"Harry. Harry!"

Harry stumbled out of bed and groped for his glasses. When his fingers found them, he took them in his hands and slid them on his face.

"My god, Hermione. You scared me!" Harry notified the woman with bushy bown hair looking over him. In fact, what Harry said was true. If he recalled, he remembered having a very unusual dream in which he was still in his 6th year of Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy chasing him around on a broom and trying to hug him. Harry shook off the nightmare as quietly as he could, trying not to worry Hermione.

"We've got to go right now- we're already late!" Hermione told Harry just as Ron came stumbling through the doorway and pulled Harry out of bed.

"Come on, come on!" Ron muttered frantically and started packing Harry's things.

"Wha- what's the big deal? Where are we going?" Harry asked the two absentmindedly.

"Our deadline is the big deal. Come on!" Hermione pushed Harry out the door and into 12 Grimmauld Place's grim hallways, pulling his robes over his head.

"Oh! I totally forgot!"

Ron just stood there staring at Harry awkwardly while Hermione finished packing some last things.

"Sorry, mate, but I think you have some sort of form of muggle memory loss."

"Oh, Ron, shut up!" Hermione busily muttered a spell that made their trunks levitate and follow them around while she handed the two boys each a broomstick. "I just hope we make it in time," Hermione muttered to the two. She got onto her own broomstick and started to levitate, while she pointed her wand at each of them in turn, muttering an even more clever spell.

Harry got onto his broomstick and looked down at his hands. He could'nt see them anymore than he could see air. "My hands are gone!" he remarked in suprise. "Is this the same spell Mad-eye used on me in my fifth year?"

"Obviously, Harry, you didn't think we'd just be flying around on broomsticks in the clear daylight where any muggle could see us, do you? Now, just follow my lead and we might be able to make it before the ship leaves," Hermione said defiantly. "We may even be early, for a change."

The three friends exited the old house, invisible, and flew away towards their destination.

Note from Witchgirl8: Thanks for reading! I know the first chapters short, but it's the best I could do for an intro. Keep in mind this is my new Fanfic!

See you when I'm done with my next chapter,
Witchgirl8