Disclaimer. I recently came to the conclusion that I am middle class maybe. And receiving no royalties so I am not JKR and don't own Harry Potter.

A/N Sorry for the wait. And I apologize to Merrymow I said I would have it up around Christmas and I lied. bows head in shame Any way on with the story.

Chapter 6 The Aftermath

Harry woke up in Hermione's room. Sitting up quickly seemed to have been a bad idea as he fell out of bed throwing up the whole way down. The room was empty and he felt a slight pain that Hermione had not stayed with him. After getting to his knees he looked around for his wand. It was on the stand beside him so he grabbed it and banished his mess on the floor. Slowly getting to his feet Harry walked to the door only to stumble and catch himself on the wall. After what felt like an hour of walking Harry arrived at the kitchen only to see Hermione unconscious at the table. Quickly he rushed over to her and made sure she was all right. When she didn't budge he figured she had been given something to help he sleep and move on to the icebox looking for something to eat. After finding nothing he settled on a cup of tea instead just to calm his stomach.

The kettle finally came to a boil and Harry hurried to stop it so no one would come rushing into the kitchen. As he poured a cup and sat down across the table form his sleeping brunette. She was breathing shallow from the position she laid in. His thoughts went on to wondering how long he must have been out for somebody to drug her for her constant vigilance over him. They must have left her at the table afraid to move her and wake her up. Harry just let out a small sigh and pour the last of the tea down his throat. He walked over to the sink and laid his cup in the sink. He turned and leaned against the countertop remembering the last time he saw her this way.

Professor Lupin was walking down the path to a carriage, Harry watched him enter and ride off towards the Hogsmeade Station. The walk back into the great hall seemed a lot like he was turning his back on his family. Harry let his mind wander back to the last year of conversations the two had shared on the different things he had done over the years with his parents. The man walking away had told him little tidbits about the life he may have had. Harry continued to let the memories of the last year weigh on his mind. The stair cases didn't move on deter his walk back in to the common room. He muttered a password and waited the second for the Fat Lady to let him in. She started to talk about how glad she was to not have Sirius Black to worry about anymore. Harry continued in the common room when the pain hit him.

Harry woke up with confused. He was being held down by a weight on the blankets, reaching out aimlessly for the stand he knew to be on his left. His hand finally brushed against his glasses. He couldn't get his fingers to grasp them completely. After a few minutes of letting his hands recover feeling from laying on them for how ever long he had been out he slipped his glasses on and looked down at the weight holding captive in the bed. The sight of Hermione half draped on his right side. He slightly sat up and stared at her as she just breathed in and out with her mouth slightly open. He just didn't know just what was going on. He finally got over the shock of having her lying on top of him and looked around to see where he was. It took a minute of deduction, but he realized that he was in the hospital. He groaned a bit trying to figure out how often he made it here this year, but his movement caused Hermione to move a bit.

He moved closer to the left side of the bed sliding out form under the blankets. The floor sent a chill up his body and he wandered over to the other side and pushed Hermione on to the bed more than untucked the bedding and covered her up with it. He took a chair next to the bed and just watched her sleep as the darkened room slowly lit up with the coming of the sun. The light got his attention and he shifted the chair so he could see her and the sunrise. Harry wondered why he was here in the first place. His stiff muscles let him know he had been lying in the bed for a day at least. The stream off thoughts that followed with that disappeared as the chair was covered in an orange light. So he just stared out the window and hoped when Hermione woke up she could tell him all about it.

Harry shook himself out of remembrance with the sound of a group of voices walking past the door. He felt a small bit of relief that they kept going. Harry decided it was time to take Hermione to better sleeping quarters and slipped his wand out of the holster on his pants. With a quick flick of his wrist and the proper pronunciation Harry levitated Hermione up and willed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She floated in front of him until they reached her room and he stepped in front of her and opened the door letting her body float in behind him. He let the spell slowly cancel out making sure not to drop the magic to fast, after she was resting comfortably on the sheets he placed his body right in front of her allowing her to spoon him while he reached behind them grabbing the comforter covering them. Harry smiled softly as she grasped him drawing herself closer in to his back. He let his eyes slowly close when he heard it.

"Where is she?" "She was right there not an hour ago." "How does she do it? This is the second time she has thrown off the effects. We thought for sure we put enough sleeping draught in her glass to keep her out for at least a day." "I'll bet you all that she is back in their watching over him. You would think she was his girlfriend or something. I mean she even put him in her room." Harry could hear all the different voices getting closer; form what he heard they had very little chance of waking her up. However he knew that lying in bed together was not how he wanted the whole house to be announced to the fact that they were dating, so he reached down and lifted Hermione's hand off of his chest and placed it on her side and let the covers stay on the bed as he halfway just fell out of the bed. The voices and footsteps got closer so Harry headed straight for the door. He stepped out room just as small group reached the top of the steps.

"Will you guys quiet down. She's asleep in there." Just his presence seemed to silence them. He waited a second to see if any one had anything else to say on the matter and walked back in to the room shutting the door.

Molly was the first to brush Harry's presence off and went to knock on the door. "I wouldn't disturb that door." Molly turned to see where the two voices had come from. Coming towards the group was Tonks and Ron both with a few new bruises that made Molly frown. "He wants her left alone. That means leave her alone. He will come out when she is awake." Molly just let her frown deepen as Tonks continued on the little lecture.

"I just want to make sure he is alright. He was out for two days after all. We don't know what could be wrong with him." Ron kept walking toward everyone letting Tonks trail behind.

"Don't bother them Mom. Harry might be a little upset that you drugged Hermione again. So everyone lets just go back to what they were doing. She will make him come out when she wakes up and than you can interrogate him okay." The hall stood in shock at Ron's words towards his family. They just nodded their understanding. Ron took this as a sign and turned around heading back toward the training room. He started talking to Tonks about using other uncombative spells in a fight since Harry had used a tunneling charm in Diagon. Molly just stared back and forth between her blood child and her adopted children hidden behind the door next to her.

Finally giving in Molly motioned for Ginny to follow her as she went back down to the kitchen and start the preparations for the Order meeting in the next few hours. Ginny watched her mother start to make a giant feast. It was how her mother usually dealt with any problems she was having, make enough food to kill a small elephant and hope the full stomachs took her mind off of the problems that were surrounding them. She didn't know how long that she was helping her mother, but soon Fleur came in and was helping as well. Ginny started washing dishes with Fleur as her mother pushed them both out of the way to make sure that everything was being done right. Ginny just allowed her mother to do it and sank back into the thoughts that had been dragging her mind down for the last two days. She was trying to figure out where she would be in a year. She was focusing on where she had been a year before.

She thought that she could handle anything after the summer going into her fourth year. They had been leading a minor raid against the Order and learning things they were not suppose to, but none of it was to horrible. Than school had started and even though it was horrible she had taken the seeker position and eventually they won the house cup with out the legendary Harry Potter. She had learned how to defend her self from attacks. And than her bubble was destroyed. She had froze. After all that she had been through she had stopped and almost been killed. Nothing against Neville, but the only person to keep up with Harry had been the boy who in the beginning of the year had trouble throwing a simple stunner. She had almost died. The reality just kept running across her mind. Than two days ago she didn't even try to fight at first. Ron had to stun her just to make her stay quiet and not bring attention to there location. Ginny felt a glass crack in her hand when she realized that as Weasley, the Gryffindor's Gryffindor, she had acted just as afraid of the death eaters as everyone else. She had just given up on the spot and about will herself to die as an effect. Ginny let the glass completely shatter in her hand when she realized that her friends might want her to be like them.

Ginny stopped think as she felt the pain in her hand. She felt her mother pull her hand out of the sink. She watched with a slightly sick infatuation as the glass flew out and the wounds healed with a few waves of her wand. She felt her shoulder slightly groan as it was pulled and she was forced into a chair at the table. Finally taking her eyes off of her healed hand she looked up to see her mother looking down at her. She imagined that the questions filled in her eyes were the same questions she was asking herself. What had they become? It was only a few weeks ago that they only wanted to finish their studies. How could he not have any plans for joining the Order? Wasn't it the Order who were protecting them from the Death Eaters? Not even three days ago Harry had killed three people. Ron, her annoying arrogant brother, had almost landed a fatal blow on another. Than there was Hermione. Hermione was the scariest. The others killed in self defense. She had used an unforgivable twice and probably was going to let lose a third if Harry hadn't stopped her. Were these people even her friends anymore? Yet Tonks was right there with them. She had been using the same spells that they were using. She was the only Order member that didn't seem to be on egg shells around them. Well her brother Bill and Fleur seemed to be okay with them, but Ginny just didn't know. All she was certain of was that most of the adults that had swung in and out of Sirius's old place in the last two days were on edge about this meeting tonight.

Ginny was soon shaken from her thoughts when she heard them. Harry and Hermione were whispering as they came down the stairs. At first Ginny was surprised at how the fact that Hermione could even be up. She looked around the kitchen for a clock, but found none. She waited for them to walk right past the kitchen only to see them open the door and come in. Harry was halfway supporting Hermione as they walked in. Harry gently glided her over to a chair and set her down. That was when Ginny realized they weren't talking anymore. Instead he just wandered over to the stove and placed a kettle on and pulled out two cups from the cupboard. He reached into the icebox and poured a small dash of cream in to one of the cups and walked back over to the table taking the chair next to Hermione. Ginny looked around and watched as he mother had stopped doing anything and Fleur had a small smile on her face as she continued to chop the vegetables. The whole room stayed in its silence minus the soft cutting sounds of Fleur's knife hitting the cutting board. The sound of the kettle was like the first time a magical portrait was charmed and moved. The whole scene went at once.

"Harry, dear are you all right" "How could you just kill those people?" Molly and Ginny both spoke at the same time. Although form the look on the room's face they had only heard Ginny's. She looked back at Harry and Hermione, "Killing those people doesn't bother you two?" Her question came out in a ragged whisper showing her hesitance to hear the answer.

"Gin." She looked up from the table. "Gin. It bothers us, but it would bother me more if they killed you, Ron, Hermione, your mother." He stopped the list and got out of the chair and lead her over to his side of the table. "Push come to shove they go before you if I can help it." Ginny just felt Harry place his arms around her. His presence calmed her as if he knew all her problems with the situation.

"Harry how could you say something like that?" The voice brought he trio to look at a deeply saddened face of the Weasley matron. "There were less extreme ways to have dealt with the situation. The order tries to take as many prisoners as possible. Everyone deserves a chance to change."

Harry went to speak, but was stopped by Hermione. "And you and the rest of the Order are a bunch of fools." The tone Hermione used made Molly step back. The feral beast was back dancing in Hermione's eyes. "They would not have changed. They put on the mark whether by free will or bullied in to it. No matter how you look at it they made the choice. It's not my fault we came out alive and they didn't. It's not like they would have been as benevolent. Or do I need to inform Ginny what Death Eaters do to the female prisoners they take before they kill them. I am positive that history left out that little piece of information from their textbooks on the last war."

Ginny looked confused and glanced back and forth between her mother and Hermione in the way only a sheltered youth could. "You don't know it will be like that this time Hermione." Molly answered sternly tiring to show confidence for her daughter.

"Yes I do. It's like that in every war. The weak are exploited and thrown away. I don't plan on being weak." Hermione found the strength to follow her words and stood up. "I may die, but I am going to take as many of the bastards with me as I can if it happens. So you and the Order need to make a choice and soon because you might not be the ones that pay the price in the end." She went to continue but Harry placed his hand on her arm bring her back down to her chair.

"Is this how you feel as well Harry? You've just been quiet this whole time." Molly's voice hinted a sense of hope that the eleven year old boy she had helped all those years ago was still there.

"I knew what spells I threw at them. I saved a little girl who those people who might have changed had penned down under spell fire. She wasn't even old enough to consider getting a wand yet. Now you tell me if they deserved what they got. Would you have sent stunners at them if that was Ginny with out a wand?" He looked at his adopted mother as she shook her head. "That is what I thought." He downed the last of the tea in his cup and grabbed Hermione's empty cup. He stiffened up to let Ginny know that he needed to get up. As he stood he looked back over the room one more time as he placed the cups in the soapy water. "And this is a warning you can pass around. I don't care how worried you are I would really appreciate it if you stopped drugging Hermione every time you think it's for her own good." He walked back over to Hermione as she started to get from her chair with a little bit of trouble.

They walk out the room and were about to head to the library when a small explosion echoed in the house. Harry turned and with Hermione in tow headed up to the training room as fast as her could with her. The hallway on the third level was covered with smoke. Harry brought out his wand and gave it a few waves clearing it all out. They watched as Tonks half dragged half tossed Ron out of the training room. Ron started to stand on his own only to be sent back to the ground as Tonks punched him in the face. "What were you thinking using an explosion hex in such a small area? Do you know how many people you could have hurt or kill if there had been more than you in the area? I don't train suicide bombers Ronald. It is a waste of my bloody time." Everyone in the house watched as the yellow haired Auror calmed down after screaming at the fallen boy and started mumbling spells closing wounds and levitating him. She followed behind his unconscious form to his room. Molly followed not too far behind with a hand full of vials.

The group standing in the hall waited to speak before Molly and Tonks came out with news on how Ron was. Only Molly started up the talk. "What were you teaching him in there?"

Tonks stepped back just to keep some air between them. "What he asked me to. Look I don't like the fact he is bleeding any more than you, but it is better he does it here than out there."

"That doesn't explain why you are teaching him such dangerous spells in the first place." Molly allowed her voice to cover the distance.

"I am doing this since you aren't. You are letting him go out there unprotected except by what marginal spell that Hogwarts is training them in these days." Tonks stood there letting here own words reflect Molly's back.

"Not you to. You all keep talking about not being protected, but what about the Order. It is something that you are a member of Tonks." Molly was slowly turning redder.

"And I'm protecting them by training them. Look around you this is the front line no matter what you want." Tonks crossed her arms, slowly digging her nails in to her triceps with frustration.

Molly had gone to a full flush at the statement. "How can you stand there and talk like they are going to rush straight into the arms of the Death Eaters?"

Tonks imbedded her nails deeper into her skin. "And you act like your stupid. Forget rushing to the Death Eaters, they are going to come to them. Maybe you need to rehear all the stories they have been telling you the last five years. Harry is marked. By becoming friends with him they are marked. By you being friends with Dumbledore they are marked. Let us not forget that Hermione is a muggleborn, which gives her another mark."

"But they are still in school." Molly stepped back.

"And do you think they care. That means they are easier targets. You lived through the last war. You know how they don't care. They steal, bully, rape and kill anyone that gets in their way." Tonks could feel her body starting to shake.

"So you are taking it upon yourself to train them. What makes you the right candidate?" Molly was progressing forward on Tonks.

"I'm the right candidate because I'm the only one willing to. This should have started after he returned. Instead you played political games that gave him a year to gain power and strength. And look where we are at. People afraid to walk out their homes, go to work, or utter his name." She stopped for a second. "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort. Look at that everyone, but Harry and Hermione flinched. It's a bloody name." By know the hall had filled with Fleur, Arthur, Ginny and Charlie. "So what are you going to do in a fight? What are you going to do when someone says his name? Even Ron still flinches. Only the twins and Bill seem to be able to get over it. And that is out of the whole order."

"That's enough Tonks. I think they get your point. Lets go I have some questions for you." Harry quickly brought the conversation to a close. Tonks caught up with Harry as he went back to the room Ron had just left. She stood next to him on his left and Hermione on his Right. They only parted and stopped talking when they came to the door.

"They seem ready to wage an independent war don't they?" The voice of Charlie clearing away the silence the trio had left in their wake. "She had a point you know. We keep leaving them in the dark and wonder why the darkness almost over takes them. Harry just seems to bring them out enough so it hasn't harmed them to much yet." With that said he walked down the hall to the door the three had previously entered. He knocked loudly in an attempt to get through and spells on the door, a few minutes later Hermione stuck her head out. "Dumbledore told me to tell Harry he was coming later and would like to talk to him."

"Okay. Thanks Charlie." Than she shut the door, next thing he heard was the sounds of spells being thrown across the room. He walked back to his family, than right past them to his own room.

Molly wanted to screams it seemed like her family was falling apart. As much as she felt that Harry was a son, she just wanted to leave and take hr flesh and blood with her. It shamed her, but the sudden attitude change between everyone was getting to her. What kind of mother wanted to admit to herself that they might die. Didn't her boggart prove that already? So she just stood there as everyone dispersed lost in thought, guilt, and shame.

The house didn't make a sound as everyone tried to deal with reality as it came to them. The silence was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the training room containing the new trio. Ginny stood outside the door hearing the muffled sounds of curses and hexes come to a stop. She went to knock a gain when the door was swung open causing her to gasp slightly at the sight of blood trickling down Harry's left arm, that and a small gash on his forehead. "Dumbledore is in the kitchen waiting to talk to you."

"Okay we will be down in a minute." He walked passed her towards his room. Ginny just stared down the hall at him. The splashes of blood splattered all over his shirt were captivating and horrifying her at the same time.

She was lost in thought so deep she didn't feel the presence of the other two until they were right next to her. "What did you two do to him?" Her voice was cracking under the strain of getting the words out.

"What he asked us to." With that Ginny looked at the two females in her personal space. The images before her didn't help relieve her nervousness. They looked just as bad as he did. "Don't worry we had it coming. We attacked him after all."

Ginny didn't know how to answer. Her thoughts spiraled in six different directions. Were they crazy? Who were they? Was it really that bad to require such punishment? Could she have done that to protect him? Was she going to survive this? What would her mother think about it. She was torn between death and life and she wasn't sure anymore who to go to satisfy which. Than for the first time since her first year at Hogwarts Ginevra Molly Weasley slumped up against a wall and cried for no other reason than she was scared about everything gong on around her.

Harry walked into the kitchen only to see not only Dumbledore, but what appeared to be an Order meeting as well. They all had he hope subconsciously place Dumbledore in the center of themselves. It had an eerie recollection of Di Vinci's The Last Supper. He leaned against the door jam before he brought their attention to him. "Read any interesting letters this Summer Dumbledore?" The room went silent form all the hushed whispers and turned in his direction.

"How dare you speak to him like that Potter." The voice of Snape placed its figurative nose in to the conversation.

"Back off Snape." This brought the room to a complete stand still. Hermione and Tonks had arrived showing their support for Harry in presence and in Hermione's case vocalism. "I believe he was talking to Dumbledore, not you."

The room stayed quiet. Most of them had never seen the mousy brown haired girl more than in passing, but those who did eyes widened at the obvious disrespect. And by her tone it had been there for sometime. "Now I ask you again Dumbledore, did you read any interesting letters this summer because I seem to be missing a few."

Dumbledore finally lost that twinkle he had perfected in his eye. "Not really. I have received a lot of apologizes and requests now that Voldemort has been proven to have returned. You must have just had some bad luck with owls this summer, maybe even some of them intercepted, but enough of this why don't you sit down I have a few questions to ask you. Of course it will just be you and me so we can do this since it is a private matter. That and you seem to be bleeding. You need to have that taken care of."

"Your concern is touching, but don't worry about me. I'm fine, besides I can clean up the mess after you leave. It will be like magic." Harry almost rolled his eyes at his own comment, it was stupid but fun to say anyway. "And I prefer to stand since I doubt very much our conversation will take long." He stopped to survey everyone in the small kitchen against him. Moody, Snape, Minivera, Mundungus, the Weasleys, Jones, Shaklebolt, Charlie, Hagrid, Vance, and sadly Remus all were looking at him with a deep intensity. "Besides anything private you have to say to me will just be told to these two anyway so fell free to speak about anything."

The tension finally drove one of them to break. "I thought you were a member of the Order Tonks?" The voice came from the witch Harry had only seen when he was first brought here.

"I'm still a member last time I checked. I just have a few promises that I have to complete first before I give full dedication." Harry watched as Tonks shifted her red hair to an acid green as she spoke. "Besides I agree with Harry's methods."

This brought slight mummers from the Order. "Can we please get this over with? I am kind of busy at the moment and so far this whole meeting seems pointless and something I could have done through an owl."

"Since you seem adamant to dispense with the pleasantries, first order of business is the attack on Diagon Alley three days ago. Was it just you six that killed the six Death Eaters in your section of the Alley?" The aging headmaster leaned forward on to the table with his hands clasped in front of him.

"Come now Dumbledore you already know it was just us. Now ask the questions you really want to ask." Harry reached up and ran his hand through his hair.

Harry wanted to laugh at the look of aggravation on Dumbledore's face. "Fine, which one of you used the Cruciatus curse? It was a detail we could not uncover with truth to it."

"I did, like I am positive you were told." Hermione's tone startled everyone at the table. It was as if she was scolding her Headmaster.

"How can you be teaching them something like that Tonks?" The input came from Kingsley.

"Please give me some credit. As far as I can tell from what Hermione told me Albus allowed them to be taught it in their fourth year." With that comment on the table the whole room stared at the staff of Hogwarts. "Come now Albus you know Crouch showed them how to do all three of the curses that year. He even put the class under the Imperius curse to let them see how it felt."

Harry smirked at Tonks on her tactics, than continued the strike against his headmaster. "And while we are on the subject bypassing all the questions I have about my first year let's jump to my second. Can some one explain to me how the only person in the whole school to realize that the thing going around the school was a basilisk? I mean don't get me wrong it must have been a hard thing to figure out for a group of Europe's best teachers to figure out. It petrifies its victims and lived in a chamber created by a person whose very symbol is a snake, must have been a nightmare to figure out." Harry held his smile as the table started to glare at the staff harder. "So I just wanted to figure out whole knew and who was forced to forget? I mean after all your little tests over the years I just want to know what you have planned for this one so I can get it done early and have a semi normal school year for a while."

Harry leaned back as Tonks tapped him on the shoulder. "Now that you have the entire Order mad at each other lets head out I never did give you a birthday present." Harry just nodded and smiled at the chaos in front of him. The fact that Molly was now on Dumbledore's case and not his had something to do with it.

"Well if there is nothing out we are heading out so see you all in a bit." He grabbed Hermione's arm and lead the two girls out the kitchen with only three people noticing their absence.

Alastor Moody shook his head and watched the trio walk out the front door and head down the street. He waited until they we gone long enough to not be traced to break up the inner scuffling brought on by Harry's comment. "So Albus I think he avoided the situation you put him in nicely."

Albus just nodded his head in agreement. "It seems our young Mister Potter has grown up enough to protect himself if that is what that is what you're saying?"

"I can't believe you let him talk to you like that Headmaster." The voice of Severus came through the mumblings and rantings of the table.

"I don't think I had much of a choice. I sure with the way young Miss Granger was acting that she would have brought up something along the lines of us not being in school. So don't retaliate at them this year."

"Albus how could you let anyone teach them how to use those curses in school?" The Aurors were now starting to questions his past judgments making Albus lose a little bit of his small smile.

"Enough bickering." The room went quiet as Moody stood up. He walked over to where Harry had been standing earlier. "I think we need to move pass the little demonstration Mister Potter was so kind to place us in and start with something useful. Obviously those four, if you count Mister Weasley are taking my saying at least slightly to heart and look where it left us. How many of you noticed that he left? A few I'm sure, but not enough. They can at least take care of themselves so we need to move on to those who can't. We have a school set to start up in less than a month and we need to get a plan going on how we are going to protect those who can't protect themselves."

The room went quiet and Moody watched as everyone started thinking of different things to protect the students from platform 9 ¾ to the journey from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. The ex-aurour listened and input information as was needed. Yet he never took his eyes off two people in the room. Remus hadn't said a thing since the beginning, but was not looking to deep in thought. Moody was more concerned by the expression on McGonagall's face. She was lost in thought and had been since Potter brought up his second year at school. He figured he would talk to her later on about what was bothering her, but until than he started letting his own ideas come out.

A set of three of glasses was set on to the table and a few empty bottles were picked up. The glasses were raised up by the table's occupants in a mock cheers way. "Sorry this took so long Harry. I hope your next birthday is better than the birthday this year." The trio all nodded their head in agreement and downed the shot of firewhiskey. Tonks let out a small giggle from the looks on Harry and Hermione's faces. "You two are such novices." She signaled the waitress to bring them another round.

"Well excuse us for sticking to butter beer till this point Tonks." Harry mouth off. "And don't worry about how long it took so long, it was my entirely fault. I mean to pass out for three days and not a hint of alcohol to be shown as the cause of it all. I should be punished, or at least that is something Sirius would say." He let a small smile dance on his face as he look at Hermione.

"Oh no you don't Potter. You might get punished, but not the way you want." The speed of his frown's appearance made her smile even brighter.

"I think you hurt his feeling Hermione." With that said they all broke out laughing.

"But seriously Harry, Happy Birthday." Hermione let out softly.

Harry reached out and patted his girlfriend on her shoulder. "To a shitty year that will only get worse before it get better. To friends we lost and to the friends we still have with us." Harry let his voice drop. "And to more moments like this without them what would be the point of pushing on." Harry raised his glass and knocked it with the two women with him. They paused a second than downed the brown liquid. "Let's head home you two." He laid down enough money to cover the bill and tip and walked to the front door of the pub. They walked down the street each slightly holding up the other.

A/N Well here it is. This is the last chapter before school starts for our little group. That and I'm back in school which for some strange reason means I will more than likely be updating more often because this is my homework stress relief. I hope you all enjoyed it. To be honest the reason it took so long is I don't. I mean I do, but I don't. It sounds a little to cliché to me, but I think it is slightly necessary as well. So please let me have your criticism good or bad. I was wondering if you guys could answer a question for me as well. I was looking back and thought I the first year wouldn't the keys with wings be McGonagall's work since they are more of a partial transfiguration. And the chess board to be Flitwick's since they are charmed for movement. Anyway review, flame, or just read and move on you all know the drill by now. Hope you enjoyed it. Later.