"Don't you remember?" Margaret asked.
"Don't I remember what?" Harry was still preoccupied with the new discovery about himself and Ginny Weasley.
"About the will," Margaret said, sounding worried. "You sound like you don't remember Ginny at all, actually."
"I don't."
"Huh?" Margaret looked at Harry. "Are you serious?"
"So I did know her…"
"Yes, you do know her, Harry. What happened to you?" Margaret asked.
"Nothing, nothing…"
But Margaret wasn't convinced.
"Hey," Harry said. "Do you know where I can find her?"
"Actually, her dad works here," Margaret said. "You haven't forgotten him as well, have you?"
"Probably have. What's his name?"
"Arthur Weasley."
"I don't know who that is," Harry said.
"Of course you do, Harry," Margaret said, pushing him out the door. "You should go talk to him."
Harry found his way to Mr. Weasly's cubicle on Margaret's directions.
Mr. Weasly must have heard people yelling "Harry Potter!" because he stuck his head out of his cubicle, and when he saw Harry, cried, "I can't believe it! Ginny and Ron said something about seeing you, but…"
"Er…" Harry looked a bit uncomfortable. "Mr. Weasley…er…"
"Harry, you don't remember, do you?"
Harry shook his head. Mr. Weasley stared at him in shock.
"You didn't have a Memory Charm put on you, did you?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Of course not!" Harry retorted.
Mr. Weasley chuckled. "Not that you'd know, of course."
"Yeah…" Harry said, looking around. "Mr. Weasley, Ginny – "
"Ahh, yes." Mr. Weasley smiled. "She's at the Burrow. You're welcome there anytime, as always."
"Yeah, thanks," Harry said, although he didn't think he'd be going to the Burrow anytime soon.
"Well, goodbye, Harry," Mr. Weasley said. "It's great seeing you again."
"Bye Mr. Weasley."
Harry Apparated to an alley just a block away from his flat. He didn't want to Apparate to the flat incase his friends were already there.
They were. And it looked like they had all their things packed up.
"Hey, look who's back." Bella bellowed. "It's 'I don't feel good, I think I'll stay in bed'…"
Harry smirked, but then his smile faded when he saw the packed up suitcases. "What's going on here?"
"Harry, mate," Joshua said, walking from the bathroom carrying his toiletries. "We've been accepted into one of France's best universities. We've got to go back."
"When do you leave?" Harry didn't want his friends to go, but he knew they had always wanted to go to the same college together.
"Tomorrow morning," Bella announced.
"Oh…"
"There's no chance you'd want to come with us?"
"I don't think so, Damien," Harry replied. "I've been away from England for too long."
"We understand, mate."
"I know you guys will do great," Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry," Josh said confidently.
The next morning, Harry woke up to find his friends all getting ready to leave. He took a shower and ate breakfast because he was going to the airport with them.
After they all were out the door, Bella flagged down a taxi. They managed to fit all the suitcases in the small car, and then get in themselves.
At the airport, Harry exchanged hugs with all his friends.
After Bella hugged him for the millionth time, she said, "You know, Harry, You were always my favorite out of you three boys." She winked.
"Hey!" Damien yelled. "I thought you didn't have favorites!"
"Well, I didn't until Harry came along. I mean, you and Josh are complete boguses…"
Bella laughed and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"Have fun without us, mate," Josh said.
"I'll try…"
Harry used floo powder to get to his office at the Ministry of Magic.
"Oh, hello, Harry," Margaret said, sorting through some parchment. "I've got a surprise for you."
"Do you?"
"Well, you know Ginny Weasley is training to be an Auror?"
Harry shook his head. He didn't know where she was going with this.
"Well, she is," Margaret said happily. "And guess what? I've signed you up to be her Auror instructor!"
"Margaret!" Harry protested. "I don't know how to be an Auror instructor!"
"Of course you do, silly," Margaret said. "All you do is show her what you would do in a certain situation, and see how fast she catches on. Then she'll take the test, which you will be grading her on, by the way."
Harry gaped at Margaret.
"What?" Margaret asked. "Aren't you going to thank me?"
"Oh my God," cried Ginny Weasley. She was in her room at the Burrow. She was holding a letter that had just come from the Ministry of Magic. "Listen to this," she said to Hermione, who was playing with Ginny's pigmy puff, Arnold.
"Ms. Ginevra Weasly,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for Auror training at the Ministry of Magic… Your Auror instructor will be none other than Mr. Harry Potter himself (wont that be fun?). Mr. Potter will be agreeing to be your instructor soon, and he will be very happy. We would like you to be at the Ministry of Magic, level two, office number 797 on July 31st (which you no doubt already know is Mr. Potter's birthday). Mr. Potter and I will be looking forward to seeing you then.
Mr. Potter's Lovely Assistant,
Margaret Brasher"
"Can you believe that?" Ginny asked Hermione. "Harry doesn't even know he's going to be instructing me! 'Mr. Potter will be agreeing to be your instructor soon, and he will be very happy.' What does that woman think she is doing? Lovely assistant, humph!"
"What are you complaining for?" Hermione asked Ginny. "This just means that you get to see Harry. It's not as if this wasn't what Ms. Brasher was trying to do. Set you two up, I mean – "
"The man hardly knows my name, Hermione!" Ginny said.
"Well," Hermione said, "you'll just have to get him to remember it. And he's hardly a man. Just a mere boy, actually. Although he is quite more mature than that brother of yours. When I get my hands on that Ronald Weasly! And to think…"
AN: Do you guys like it so far? This is one of my first FanFics so I really want to know how you guys think I'm doing. Please review, and I'll be updating soon…