Hi all,

This chapter might feel a little boring. I just want to get done with the 7 years and move on to so many things I have imagined. The next two chapters which will also cover the last book will be the same.

BTW my beta once again disappeared, so I am looking for one.

HARRY POTTER

He thought about taking a break, but then decided to continue. Only one more year of memories was left before they would remove the youngsters from the room. It was already nearing dinner time, and they could break for it after the memories of last year. Clearing his throat to get everyone's attention, he spoke up.

"After Professor Dumbledore's death, there was no chance of me returning to Hogwarts. We knew that Voldermort would come out in the open soon, and the school would fall under his control. There was also the issue of looking for the Horcruxes. Ron and Hermione told me that they were coming along with me. We decided to leave a few days after my birthday, since a friend might have killed us for not attending her wedding."

He gave a small smile to Fleur, who blushed at the inference of his words. Bill, too was getting a ribbing from his brothers.

"After Professor's funeral at Hogwarts, all three of us returned back to our homes, two of us wondering if it would be our final time. I went back to Privet Drive, knowing this would be the last summer I would spend at that hellhole. Mr. Weasley and Kingsley arrived at my aunt's house a few days later to inform my relatives what would happen. The Order of Pheonix, a powerhouse that had fought Voldermort in both wars, came up with a brilliant idea to take me away from home by brooms and other nontraceable magic means. Severus Snape suggested the idea, but I don't understand why Moody, one the best aurors the ministry ever had, chose to go ahead with that idiotic plan."

Any trace of amusement had vanished from his voice; his eyes fixed on the while owl sleeping on one of the spare chairs.

"The plan was successful in evacuating me from Privet Drive, but the cost was too much. Moody died a few minutes after we left, targeted personally by Voldermort, Fred lost an ear from a Dark curse. But something else happened that night, something that destroyed every bit of innocence that was left inside me. Hedwig, who I had left in her cage, was stuck by a Killing curse fired by Rookwood. She died right before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything but run away, destroying her body to stop another death eater. That night I lost my first friend and the last gift my Godfather ever managed to give me. All because the Order chose an idiotic plan to evacuate me on their own."

His voice had turned into a growl by the end, eyes staring at Dumbledore with anger. Even knowing that Hedwig's death was not the Order's fault, he couldn't help but be angry with them, and by extension, Dumbledore. A movement at the side made him turn to Junior, who had closed his eyes and leaned back, looking defeated. Anger still surging inside, he would have said more if not for his wife, who was willing him to calm down. Daphne had always understood what Hedwig had meant for him and how the way of her loss was connected with him refusing to use any other post owl. After taking a few moments to calm himself, he spoke up again.

"After arriving at Burrow, everyone started preparing for Bill and Fleur's wedding while we readied the final preparation to leave after the wedding. Ron and Mr. Weasley had already arranged a excuse for why he would not be attending Hogwarts that year, ..."

He paused there, looking a Jean for one final confirmation. After a few moments of hesitation, she nodded.

"Jean had modified the memories of her parents and sent them off to Australia."

The uproar was worse than he had expected. Every adult was reacting to his words in one way or another. Hermione's parents were focusing on Jean and Hermione both, not noticing the increasing intensity of glare Tracey was throwing at them. Daphne, too, seemed to have seen her friend's mood and moved to stop her, but was a second too late. A massive bang came from her wand, nearly throwing Hermione off her seat, not that Tracey noticed it, her eyes locked on a teary Jean.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you. That's enough."

Jean's father looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Tracey.

"Yes, what she did was wrong and unethical. But that does not give you any right to shout at her. I know what your reac..."

"Trace," Jean's voice snapped out like a whip, warning Tracey to consider what she was going to say. Tracey stopped in between, pausing for a few seconds before speaking again.

"What Jean did was wrong, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. But think about this, she was a school student, who had been fighting in a war against people who specifically targeted people like her. Due to her friendship with Harry, she was nearly on top of their hit list. So she did what she had to keep her loved ones safe and paid a very heavy price for it. Probably more heavy than all five of us. We all took actions, made decisions during that time, which were unethical, wrong, and not something we were proud of. But we did it because we didn't have any other options. We were fighting a war that should have never started, which our elder continuously failed to fight or stop, and then refused to teach us to fight. The ministry was more of a hindrance than a help, and our school teachings were way below what we needed. For all the famed Auror department and other resistance, it fell down on Hogwarts' students to fight at last. So none of you are in a position to judge any of us for our decisions when we took them because you all didn't take any."

By the end of her rant, Tracey was glaring at all the magical elders, who didn't seem to have any response to it. He hadn't interrupted her because of his own actions. While he never agreed with Jean's action regarding her parents, his thoughts for others were the same as Tracey. Few months after Hogwarts' battle, when the Auror department had invited him to join them, they had got a straight refusal. When Kingsley had arranged a meeting of him with the Senior Aurors for this issue, his pointed questions of lack of Aurors during the fight had got no clear answers. All they could say was that their job stopped them from helping. Their excuses could have been valid and authentic, but he hadn't cared anymore. After his experiences with the ministry, he couldn't trust them anymore, and that intuition had been proved in a few months after that. Grasping the silence in the room, he started speaking again.

"Our advance preparations turned out a correct decision. The ministry fell the day of marriage, and we had to go on a run right from the ceremony. A few days before it happened, Minister Scrimgeour had arrived to burrow to give away the things Professor Dumbledore had written in his will. I received the snitch I had caught in my first match, while Hermione and Ron received a storybook and a Deluminator, respectively. Apparating away from Burrow, we took refuge in the muggle world. Two death eaters soon caught up with when we spoke Volermort's name, not knowing that Voldermort had placed a taboo on it, and the death eaters were able to track people who used it. We fought and got away from them, taking refuge at Sirius's old house. Just think, we were fighting against a Dark Lord so brilliant that he could track people down who only spoke his name, all over the country. Not many people know it, but this is the reason why everyone still refuses to say his name."

As everyone absorbed his words, his eyes swept over the younger six. There was no guarantee that things would happen, just as it did in the past. Their travel might have an effect which none of them knew, changing everything. If he and other time traveler fell or were incapacitated, there was a good chance that Junior would have to get involved. Ronnie and Hermione would follow him in due to their friendship, Munchkin and Ginger, due to the contracts. Only Brat could stay away from everything, but she was not the one to leave her friend alone. And right now, all six of them looked terrified, even Munchkin.

"We found out first break in the search for Horcruxes at the Grimmauld's place itself. The locket I had retrieved with Professor Dumbledore from the cave, was a fake, containing a slip inside it. It was written by Regulus Black, Sirius's younger brother, that he had stolen the Horcrux and intended to destroy it before his death. We found his room at the house, and were able to make a connection of his name with the initials on the note. Kreacher confirmed it and told us that Mundugus had stolen the locket. Another thing I can lay at our feet, Professor. You couldn't control the thief in your group, and he stole away most of my inheritance in the house."

Not expecting any reaction from the Professor, he continued on, promising himself to deal with Mundugus early on. His eyes flew to a sleeping Teddy as he spoke.

"We received some good news while we were waiting for Kreacher to come back. Tonks had given birth to a son, my first Godchild, Teddy."

The Nymphadora sitting in front of him looked shaken right now, but a small smile slipped on her face at this.

"A day later, Kreacher was finally able to catch up with Mundugus and bring him to the house. After a little bit of interrogation, he told us the worse bit of information we had expected. Dolores Umbridge had confiscated the locket from him, and was wearing it regularly."

The reaction was something to be recorded. Every single person in the room cursed, some much more creative than others. Only Ted Tonks's response was different, if 'Of course it was her' could be said so.

"After a month of planning, we acted on our plan to break into the ministry and get the locket. With a little use of Polyjuice and Weasley Wizard Wheezes products, we were able to get into it. Getting the locket from Umbridge went with small hitches, but getting out was where everything went wrong. As the head of the muggle-born commission, Umbridge was interviewing muggle-borns and half-bloods for the charge of stealing magic. As we left, we rescued a large number of witches and wizards scheduled for punishment set by the commission, which did not go unnoticed. While apprating away, Corban Yaxley managed to grab Jean's arms. She was able to get free, but not before he had learned the secret about Grimmauld's place. Knowing our safe house was lost, she apprated us to the woods where the Quidditch cup was held, Ron getting splinched in the process."

Mrs. Weasley horrific cry forced him to pause, but Jean had gathered her wits by then.

"I had already anticipated that it might happen sometime, Mrs. Weasley. The essence of dittany was at hand, and Ron recovered soon."

Mrs. Weasley looked like she would say something, but was once again stopped by one of her family member, this time by Ronnie. Shaking his head, he continued on.

"We had got the Horcrux, but had no method to destroy it. With each passing day, that locked started to effect all of us, some worse than others. One of us parted their way, but came back just when they were needed the most. Before that, the two of us visited Godric's hollow, got in near combat with Voldermort, destroying my wand in the process. Due to Professor Dumbledore's plans, I managed to obtain the Gryffindor's sword and destroy the Horcrux. Soon after, we visited a schoolmate's house for more information but were betrayed due to personal reasons. Once again managing to escape by a hair's breadth, we got a little too relaxed. One night, after hearing a particular refreshing radio program from the resistance, I spoke Voldermort's name. The snatchers, groups of people who were looking for muggle-borns, resistance, and others on the run, were near our tent in seconds. By now, Voldermort had modified the taboo on his name to such an extent that taking it would now break every protecting enchantment around you and inform your location about the Death Eaters. They entered our tent and subdued us quickly. One of them recognized Hermione, and we were taken to one of Voldermort's favored Lieutenant house.

"Malfoy Manor"

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REVIEW REPLIES

Shadowdog11:- You are right, it's not a job of 11 year old, or even expectation. But by now, Harry is not 11 year old, but a 27 year old man. I have manitained that Dumbldore had made a lot of wrong decisions, one of it was not informing Harry about it proactively.

mwinter1:- That was intentional, it would come up on few chapters.

Tubfullofdishes345:- Thank you.

Hank1967:- Thank you. I am stilll working on the interaction between characters, so you might see a lot more of that in future chapters, once the memory showing part is complete. The HeadmasterHeadmaster part can be blamed at Grammarly editor. It tends to do that more often that not. I will keep it in mind in future.

PascalDragon:- Yes, the issues about James and Lily's bodies will be researched in future. I would be adding a lot of things that would have happened in the battle, and how they made Cannon epilogue impossible.