A week and a half passed by since Harry's vision, and the ruin of Finn's fifth home. After that not much had transpired. Finn had, for the time being, moved into Grimmauld Place.

Hermione had also appeared at Grimmauld Place- something Ron seemed apprehensively enthusiastic about it.

She had been on vacation to France again, with her parents, and while she claimed to have a lovely time, she was glad to be back among the other magic folk, in an ironic way it felt more realistic to her.

After the most recent arrivals at Headquarters, time had picked up for Harry. It was a week before his 16th birthday, and Harry had to admit he couldn't wait to finally be spending it among his friends.

Presently, Harry was in the drawing room playing chess with Ron; well more like losing at chess.

It was late Saturday morning, and the house was quite quiet with very few order members running in and out, Harry felt that made the dark and dreary home slightly more bearable. It felt more like a house for regular people then a headquarters for top-secret wizard and witches.

Ginny and Hermione were down in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley chatting about things that Harry was sure he would rather not know about, though he had noticed those three disappearing off together more and more frequently as of late. He had no reason to be suspicious of them though so he let them be.

He had not heard from Dumbledore since he had exchanged the harsh words with him the previous week. Harry was not necessarily troubled by this either, if Dumbledore wasn't going to come round to the truth, then he certainly would not pointlessly wait for him to.

He pondered, not for the first time since speaking with Dumbledore, whether or not he could seriously take charge of the war. He wondered whether or not it would change the odds for the worse, or if he could hold the responsibility at all. But he wasn't backing down from what he said, for that was the truth. Dumbledore had to recognize that no matter what he thought personally; Harry was a part of this war, and not just any part but a most significant one. Leaving him in the dark now, would only harm them in the long run, and possibly prevent any victory for them at all.

Voldemort's activeness had been lacking recently, his only attack had been at Privet Drive. And though it had left the place in a mess, it had not destroyed as many lives as it could have done. It was enough to stir Harry's emotions though, he tried, of course, to shield it behind his barrier, but on occasion he could not help but think of those few who had lost their lives and others who had lost their homes and belongings. He wondered how many more times he would sit there thinking of lost victims in his battle.

'Checkmate!' Ron called, as his bishop took Harry's king off the battered chess board.

These shook Harry of his musings, and he realized that he had lost his fifth game of chess now, yet hadn't even remembered moving his pieces.

It must of shown, as then Ron hesitantly asked, 'are you alright Harry? You seem a bit distracted.'

'What- oh I'm fine'

'You sure?'

'Of course,' Harry said, and then smiled reassuringly, besides he was fine but not perfect, not overly jovial, just content with the moment. Though he was very much certain that he would be nothing better than 'fine' for as long as this war lasted.

'Okay, another round then?' Ron asked, indicating the chess board between them.

'I think I've taken all the losses I can take today, how about we go get something to eat?' Harry said, knowing already that Ron would not refuse a trip to the kitchen.

'Alright then, I am a bit hungry.'

Harry chuckled and shook his head, 'you're always hungry.'

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Dumbledore was sitting comfortably in his office going through his mail, of which there was aplenty, when there was a knock at the door.

'Come in,' He said, not looking up from his letter from the department of international magical cooperation.

The faintest sound of footsteps entered the room. The silence that occupied the room, at that time, caused Dumbledore to look up into the eyes of a student whom he never imagined he would meet again.

'Good Afternoon, Headmaster.'

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'And what about the invitation list? Oh and I must bake a cake big enough to cover the table,' Mrs. Weasley went on gleefully.

'Well we decided to keep it small because of all the protection issues, so we were thinking of just the order, and the family,' Ginny said.

They had been planning Harry's surprise birthday party for at least a week now, wanting everything to be just right for the birthday boy, who had done so much for them all in the past. They wanted to make this birthday special for him.

They continued to talk enthusiastically of the party that was to take place next Saturday on the 31st, and then they abruptly cut off as they heard heavy male footsteps hitting the steps.

Seconds later, the door opened letting Harry and Ron through.

'Hey everyone,' Harry greeted.

The three replied, trying their best not to appear as if they had something to hide, though Harry saw through that quick enough.

'What's going on?' He asked curiously.

'What!-'

'Nothing!'

'Just girl talk.'

Came the three replies at once, now he knew something was going on for sure.

'Its okay, you don't have to tell me.'

'Tell you what? There's nothing to tell,' Ginny replied smartly.

'Sure,' Harry smiled, but he let the subject drop, to the relief of the three women.

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Dumbledore watched the man in front of him, as he greeted him. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

'Forgive me; I am sure I have given you quite a fright.' The man said politely.

'No worries, its just, I- we all thought you were-'

'Dead?'

Dumbledore confirmed this with a nod of his head.

'Nope, alive and in the flesh. Perhaps an explanation would suffice at this point, professor?'

Dumbledore smiled, and his eyes twinkled, 'yes I'm sure it would,' and he settled in to listen to his tale, all the while shaking his head in wonder at the amount of people that continued to just appear among them all once again. Finn and now this young man, wait till Remus heard!

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As the days drew closer and closer to Harry's birthday and the party the girls were secretly planning, everyone was in on it and hopefully Harry was at the very most just simply suspicious of what was going on. They hoped he hadn't figured it out; they had worked all too hard for the surprise to be spoilt three days before the party was to occur.

If Harry did know, he kept his mouth quiet about it, and continued on with his daily activities. He had taken to waking up earlier then the rest of the household as the nightmares were just too much to stay asleep that extra hour.

Instead he would go sit in the drawing room, and read waiting for Mrs. Weasley to go down to the kitchen and start breakfast, before he too went down. If it was made to look like he wasn't the first up than less people would be suspicious as to why he was up so early. He figured someone would pick up on it soon, he, himself, wasn't blind to the bags darkening beneath his eyes, nor was he screened from the concerned looks occasionally passed his way, with just a simple yawn on his part. But for now, he would rather keep it quiet, if someone else were to know, they would be sure to tell Dumbledore, and as of the moment he had no intention of speaking to the man outside of matters concerning school.

Currently, Harry was stretch across a sofa in the drawing room, with a thick text on defense resting in his lap. He had picked it off the shelf in the Black family library earlier that week, and decided to see what it contained. Surprisingly this was one of the few texts in the library that wasn't full of dark magic, but rather full of useful information that could aid him. Currently he was reading a section on wand technique, and was drinking it all in.

'Bit of light reading there, Harry?' a voice asked from the door.

Startled, Harry nearly flew off the sofa.

'Remus! Your back!' He said surprised to see the werewolf only a few short weeks after his departure.

'Yes I am. Sorry if I frightened you,' Remus answered, coming to sit in a chair opposite Harry.

'That's okay; you just surprised me, is all. I didn't think anyone was awake yet.'

'Yes it is rather early isn't it, what are you doing up so early?' Remus asked, concerned.

'When did you get back, I thought you'd be gone for at least another week?' Harry asked, rather bluntly changing the subject.

Remus let it drop for now, though his worry was still present for the boy, 'Late last night, my trip was not overly successful and Dumbledore called me back sooner then he intended to.'

'You weren't hurt were you?' Harry asked, now showing concern for his older friend.

'No, nothing like that, the werewolves have chosen not to commit to either side of the war for the time being. Though, that is likely to change as this war pushes onward.'

Harry sat stunned, that Remus was being so open with him. Everyone else, worked extra hard to hide any and all information from him, but Remus just flat out told him the truth, it certainly was a change.

'In whose favour?' he asked.

'That I couldn't tell you, Harry. It all depends. Come on, how about we make breakfast for a change; let Molly put her feet up.'

Harry agreed and the two headed down to the kitchens, where they proceeded to cook enough food to suit the household and more.

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On the morning of July 31st, Harry was woken by the out of key musical stylings of Fred and George Weasley, with their hit single 'Happy Birthday Dear Potty'.

Harry, Ron, and the twins had laughed until they were dizzy, before they made it down to the kitchen for Harry's first ever birthday breakfast. And boy did he enjoy it! Every breakfast he could imagine sat across the table, and the aroma alone made him want to stuff his face full!

The morning was full of a happy conversation, and jokes on the twin's and Finn's part; Harry was content with it all, having never had a real birthday experience.

He had received several owls from friends at school, who had been kind enough to send their greetings in a wizarding style birthday card. He believed Luna's had been the most creative of them all with animated lions roaring out the words 'Happy Birthday Harry' in red and gold lettering, across the page. And a nice note, wishing him a happy birthday, written in sparkling Red letters. They were all very nice and Harry appreciated his friends thought.

At about midday, Ron dragged Harry off for a chess match, which was the plan the girls had come up with to keep Harry occupied while they set up the party down in the kitchen.

Harry couldn't help but be distracted while losing viciously to Ron's excellent chess skills. He was too busy thinking about how this had been his best birthday yet. His past birthdays had been no grand affair, and half the time had not even been mentioned in the Dursley's home.

The worst of all of them would have had to be his 7th birthday. He remembered having asked his aunt why Dudley always received such extravagant parties while he received nothing. IF he had cared to notice at the time he would have noticed the evil scheme planned in her mind, and seen right through the entire episode, but of course he was to young and naïve at the time to realize.

He remembered his aunt waking him up early and calling him down for his 'special' breakfast which consisted of a dry piece of toast and the last scraps of the eggs. He hadn't cared to notice that at the time that wasn't even considered a regular breakfast let alone a 'special' one, he was in his element that he had finally been noticed by his family.

Throughout the day he was set his regular chores, which he did with no argument as aunt petunia had promised him that all his school friends were coming over alter for a little party. He didn't mention to her, that thanks to Dudley's bullying he didn't have any friends at school, for he was once again too excited about the special treatment he was receiving.

When his chores were done he had gone to his cupboard and found the cleanest, most presentable piece of clothing he had and had changed into it, he wanted to look his best for his guests that should be arriving soon. He had even combed his untamable hair for the occasion!

He had then sat and waited. And waited. And waited some more. No one had rung the bell, no one had come through the door, no one had come at all.

He went to ask his aunt where they all had gone, her reply had been ridiculing, she had told him, 'why would anyone come to celebrate an insolent little freak's birthday?' she had laughed then, laughed at the fact that he had believed her, and thought he was 'special'.

He had spent the rest of that day in his cupboard crying, and feeling humiliated, believing every word his aunt had told him, having no reason not to do so.

'Check,' Ron said, aware that Harry was only half paying attention, and using that to his advantage to win their fifth game in a row.

Harry was barely aware that Ron had said anything at all and quickly moved his king before thinking in a different direction all together. He wondered what his first and only birthday with his parents had been like.

Surely it hadn't been like any of his birthdays at the Dursley's? Had it? He couldn't have known, if it was; he couldn't remember.

But surely not, surely they had treated him as a special little boy, and had people over to celebrate with them. To celebrate their little boy. He hoped so anyways, how horrible it would be to find out that even his own parents thought him a burden. But from what Sirius and Remus, and even Finn had told him, his parents had loved him very much, and all he could do was believe them. He'd never know for sure.

'Checkmate,' Ron called, successfully winning and ending the match.

Harry shook himself from his musings, that was all in the past now here he was having the time of his life on his special day, he had no idea it was about to get even better.

'Ron, Harry could come down to the kitchen for a minute, there's someone here to see you!' Mrs. Weasley called from the bottom of the stairs.

Harry and Ron got up and began to leave the room, Ron in front and Harry behind him.

Harry was curious as to who was down in the kitchen, he hoped that it wasn't Dumbledore he didn't want to have to put up with him, not today, today he wanted to not think of the future or his safety or anything to do with the war; he just wanted a day of peace and good fun.

Or maybe it was somebody else, but he couldn't think of anyone.

I guess I'll just have to wait to find out, Harry thought as they approached the kitchen.

'SURPRISE!!!' Screamed the occupants in a loud joyous fashion.

Harry looked around, his jaw dropping as he did. He didn't believe it. As if this day hadn't been good enough, and then a party on top of it. He had thought something was being planned all week long but he had never connected it to his birthday.

The room looked spectacular, and he had to compliment them on keeping him ignorant of it all, playing chess with Ron all afternoon had been a good cover-up.

The walls and room overall was decorates with what seemed to be at least fifty different coloured balloons, there was streamers lining the walls, and the table! Wow! Harry thought it might collapse under the mounds of delicious food it was holding, along with the mound of wonderfully decorated presents that lay upon it.

Finally, he looked at the people it seemed that apart from the Weasley's and Hermione, a large majority of the order had come not including Snape and a few others. Finn and McGonagall were there too, along with Hagrid.

'Wow,' He finally said, he still couldn't believe they'd do this for him, 'this is so… thanks you guys, and this is great!'

'Well come on. Lets get this party started!' one of the twins shouted, he wasn't sure who.

They all laughed, and then the party did just that, music began playing loudly and chatter, dancing, and all around fun began.

Harry was enjoying himself immensely, he even had courage enough to dance a few dances, once with Hermione, one with Ginny, and two with Tonks since she had insisted on teaching him some hip dance moves, as apparently- to her standards- his were dismal.

A little while later, Harry had been seated in a chair, and began to open the pile of gifts that sat on the table, each one Harry had loved all so much.

Charlie and Bill had given him a stylish pair of Dragon hide boots, made specially to protect the wearer's feet against simple curses and hexes. They quietly had told him that they were godsend when around angry women. Charlie had made it clear that no harm had come to the animal, and it had died naturally in its den, otherwise he never would have agreed to give such a gift.

Ron had given him an interesting Quidditch Book and a large bag of honey duke's sweets, which in his mind was a great gift.

Hermione had given him a snitch that she had found in the quality quidditch supply store. She had read that most seekers carried their own snitches, and thought it was time that Harry had one of his own to keep up with practice. It had even come with a note: Practice Makes Perfect! Happy Birthday Harry –from Hermione, she was even studious about quidditch!

Ginny surprised him with her gift. It was a picture frame with a picture she had asked Remus for, it was one of the three true marauders and Lily together at Hogsmeade in their seventh year, Peter wasn't in the picture so he presumed that he was the one to take it but he didn't mind this gift was great and he would treasure it.

Fred and George had given him a brightly coloured package containing every prank known to man, though Fred and George said they had only been able to fit a quarter of their inventory in the box. This had made Harry believe that they were even bigger geniuses then he had originally thought, though in their right, being pranksters they could have just been pulling his leg. They had also given him a comb, saying that now that he had one, he might be able to fix that hair of his! Everyone had chuckled at this, including Harry.

Finn and Minerva had given him a new exploding snap card set, seeing as his old deck was getting a little worse for the wear, as well as a bag of sugar quills, Finn had always gotten such a kick out of them 'candy made for a classroom, why aren't muggles so inventive!' he would say.

Dobby had knitted him some of his specially designed socks, and included a matching hat, that Fred and George had a fun time making fun of Harry for and had stuck it down on his head against his pleas not to. Harry sat embarrassed, while the women awed at how adorable he looked, and the men laughed; until Tonks had pity on him and removed it.

Tonks and Remus gave him his very own wizarding wireless radio, both agreeing that he needed something other than books and something that was more teenage-like and less studious, and music had seemed to be the best option next to quidditch things.

The order had all pitched together on their gift and given him a years worth of free drinks at the Three Broomsticks. Harry would be able to get as many drinks from the place as he wanted until July 31st of next year, and wouldn't pay a cent for them, courtesy of the order, a great gift in his mind.

And finally as if the party wasn't enough, Mrs. And Mr. Weasley contributed nicely with a large slab of honey dukes finest as well as several homemade delights to snack on later.

Overall the birthday offered a great selection of gifts, no one had any heavy ideas of Harry needing to prepare for war and therefore needing a library of spell books, and an assortment of devices in which to learn from and use in combat. This was just the way Harry wanted it. Just good fun and laugh with friends, nothing overbearing.

Soon a chant of 'cake, cake, cake' had been started up by the twins, and Harry found himself seated in front of a large homemade sponge cake with sugar icing smothered all over it. The words 'happy birthday Harry' was written in a large curvy green print across the length of the delicious looking cake.

A large chorus of 'Happy Birthday' was started up and Harry smiled at them all as they sang, embarrassed, yet enjoying it all the same.

'Make a wish Harry!' Ginny shouted, as they finished the song.

Harry thought carefully of what to wish for, not sure what he wanted there were so many things, but what to pick…

'Hurry up already, your going to melt the cake' Ron complained, impatient to start eating as usual.

Someone smacked him, and Harry smiled, and then it struck him 'I wish that my friends will be safe from whatever is coming' and with that he blew out his candles.

Just as he did, he heard a great big POP, all the balloons had burst when he had blown out the flames, and confetti was flying all over the place, sparkling up the already sparkling room. The guests, and Harry all left, it was so very obvious that this was the twins doing, who else would think up such a suitable event for a birthday.

The cake was cut and passed around and soon everyone had broken off into the groups and was having fun, laughing and chatting with friends and family members. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were standing off in one corner of the room, eating their cake and laughing at the twins and Tonks the only three who had made it back out on the dance floor, and were proceeding to dance the oddest steps they had ever seen.

After the crazy song and dance had ended, a new one began a slow one. One that had all three crazy party-animals heading back to their groups. Instead Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had claimed the floor and had danced around, moving as one.

As the song ended, Ron asked if he could speak to Hermione for a minute, he said it was important. He had realized something as his parents were asking, and if he didn't confess soon he'd lose his nerve.

'Can't it wait Ron, I mean we're celebrating,' Hermione had answered, not noticing his pleading eyes and reddening ears.

'NO, I mean no it can't wait, just please?' he all but begged.

'Fine, Ginny will you hold this for a minute,' passing her plate to her friend, and walking into the hall with Ron, where it was more quiet and private.

'So, what's so important?' She asked, wondering, what Ron had to say that couldn't be said in front of Harry or Ginny.

'Er…well… I' who was he kidding he couldn't do this! 'I… its just er… um.'

'Well when you've figured it out, come find me,' she said, turning around to head back to the party.

'Ilikeyou!'

She stopped in her place and turned around, had she just heard, what she thought she just heard?

'its just, I've been trying to tell you forever and then I saw my parents on the dance floor, so happy and all, and I dunno I just thought I'd give it a shot and tell you, so?'

Hermione smiled, she thought that's what he had said, and about time too! She had been waiting for him to tell her since she had arrived. 'oh Ronald, ever the procrastinator!' she said before moving forward and giving him a hug.

'So does this mean you like me back?' he asked dumbly, wanting confirmation.

'Of course it does, you idiot. What did you think?'

'Apparently not what I should have been' Ron replied before smiling and taking a risk he kissed her quickly on the lips.

When it ended, they stood there awkwardly, 'well er, I guess we should go back in then, shouldn't we?'

'Yeah probably,' Hermione replied.

They went back through the door and walked back over to Harry and Ginny, who both had identical grins across their faces.

'So?' Ginny asked.

'So what?' Ron asked back.

'Did he tell you?' Harry asked Hermione.

'How the hell did you know what I was telling her?' Ron said loudly.

'Well first off Ron, its obvious you've liked her for a while, and that she's liked you. Secondly why else would you ask to speak with her alone? And thirdly, you're holding hands, and I for one doubt that Hermione would let you do so had you not just gotten together, so?' Harry asked again, smiling at his two best friends knowingly.

'Well why don't you tell me. Mr. Know It All!' Ron replied, though his smile ruined the affect of the 'insult'.

'Congratulations guys, it's about time!' Harry said, smiling brightly.

Ginny gave Hermione a hug and they went over to a pair of chairs and proceeded to chat all about it.

'Your not bothered by it Harry? Are you?' Ron asked, realizing that it might make Harry uncomfortable to have his two best friends dating each other.

'What? Are you kidding? Of course not, I've been rooting for you too as long as everyone else has!' Harry exclaimed.

'Were we really that obvious?' Ron asked, curiously.

'Painfully obvious, even the first years noticed!' Harry replied, chuckling.

'Damn and I thought I was hiding it well.'

'Well you thought wrong then didn't you!'

'Yeah I guess I did, wouldn't be the first time,' Ron smiled.

The group had continued to talk, laugh, and eat for the remainder of the evening. At one point the room had broken into a chaotic cake fight started surprisingly with Remus smearing cake on Tonks face, and after that cake was flying in ever which way direction. It was unavoidable, even Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall had thrown a piece which had shocked everyone.

As the evening died down, Harry thanked everyone to the point where they threatened to take it all back if he thanked them again. He went to bed that night knowing he'd remember this day for the rest of his life, his first birthday party, his best friends finally getting together, and all the fun in-between.

He slept the best he had long while that night, a perfect end to a perfect day.

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The following morning everyone had woken up late, sleeping in after their exhausting but exciting day, yesterday. The members of the household had trickled down slowly to the kitchen for some breakfast, among the first to wake up was Remus.

He sat at the table, reading the morning edition of the daily prophet skimming it for news of anything worth knowing. Eventually he found the most interesting article he could- a report of a mass breakout of hinkypunk's somewhere up in northern Ireland- and began to read the extroadinarly dull report.

That was until a second owl, came through the window. One which he didn't believe belonged to any member of the house. It landed beside him, sticking a leg out on which a letter was tied; and proceeded to wait for remus to clear it of its burden.

Remus quickly untied the letter, looking curiously at it the entire time. Sure enough the letter, was addressed to him. He decided to save himself further curiousity and open it.

A brief note was scrawled in messy writing across the parchment.

Remus,

I know this may seem incredibly odd for you to read, as you like many others have presumed me dead for many a year now. But if it is not too much trouble, I would greatly appreciate you meeting me at the three broomsticks at four o'clock today, so I can explain myself better.

You're Friend,

Seb McCoy.

Remus' face paled, as he read who it was from, the letter's words were right, he had thought him dead, dead for a long time.

'Shocking, isn't it?' a voice called from near the fireplace.

Remus jumped, startled out of his memories, to see Dumbledore standing by the fire, having just floo'ed in.

'It's true?'

'Quite so, He approached me a few days ago now, with a legitimate story.'

Remus nodded staring back at the page, Seb McCoy was his friend from his Hogwarts days, a friend of all the marauders; a fellow Gryffindor dorm mate. He had been presumed dead after an attack on his home three months before Lily and James had died. The ministry had not been able to find a body, but his home had been practically demolished, so there had been little hope of finding one.

It was overwhelming having all these people reappear in his life, why now? Why not before and why at all? Not that he wasn't glad to hear that his friends had in fact not perished but why hadn't they come sooner, he could have used both Finn's and Seb's support over the years with Sirius in jail, and Lily and James dead, he would have become a lot less of a loner.

Despite his small annoyance at their impromptu arrival back into his life, he was glad to hear from Seb, and glad that Finn had come back into their world. He decided he would give Seb the chance to explain himself, when he met him later this afternoon.

When Remus looked up from the letter this time, Dumbledore had left again through the floo; he obviously had some meeting of a sort to get too and couldn't be late. Though he had left four envelopes on the table beforehand.

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'AAAAAH' Hermione squealed, in a nervous excitement.

'What is it dear?' Mrs. Weasley asked coming over to the table herself.

'OWL results, I thought they wouldn't get here for at least another week or so. Oh I hope I did alright' she said worriedly, as she clutched tightly to her envelope stamped with her name in a dark green ink.

'They'd be fools if they failed you Hermione,' Harry said with a cheerful smile, he was still in a good mood from his birthday celebration yesterday.

Hermione blushed prettily, as the rest of the kitchen agreed, but did have a small proud smile present on her face.

'well what are you waiting for then open them, let's see those good results' Mrs. Weasley commanded.

Hermione ripped hers open so fast she nearly ripped the results as well; Harry was more careful with his but was anxious to see if he received the required results to become an Auror; Ron was hesitant to opening his own, afraid that he would do as badly or worse than the twins.

'Ten OWLS and nine of them outstandings, good show Hermione!' Remus said cheerfully to his past student, glad she had done so well, she had even beat his own scores from when he was in school, not that he didn't expect her too.

'thanks Remus, I would have had all ten outstanding if I only at the time and remembered the year the warlocks convention outlawed dragon breeding, I wrote 1715 I should of known it was 1709,' Hermione said slightly disappointed in herself.

'You can't have 'em all, Hermione. Your scores were really good, congratulations,' Ron said, taking her hand is his and smiling proudly at her.

'Thanks Ron, how'd you do?'

'Well no where near as well as you. I got 8 Owls, two outstanding's – one in Defense and in some impossible way Transfiguration don't know how I possibly did that. I botched Divination entirely- damn I so wanted to be the next Trelawney' Ron said sarcastically.

'Ron Language!' Hermione and Mrs. Weasley chorused.

Ron cringed.

Swiftly changing the topic, Ron asked Harry how he had scored.

Harry looked at his list of scores again:

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades Fail Grades

Outstanding (O) Poor (P)

Exceeds Expectations (E) Dreadful (D)

Acceptable (A) Troll (T)

Astronomy: A

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Charms: O

Defense: O

Divination: A

Herbology: E

History of Magic: D

Potions: E

Transfiguration: E

Total: 8 OWLS

He was quite pleased with his scores, though he wished he had done better on his Potions, not because he particularly cared for the class. But because without an OUTSTANDING grade he couldn't qualify for the NEWT class, and without that he couldn't pursue his dream of becoming an Auror. But he would forget about it for now, no use dwelling on it.

"I've got 8 OWLS too," Harry announced modestly.

"Well done all of you, I'm very proud and pleased to hear it," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

Ron blushed heavily at his mother's satisfaction, and Harry felt a surprisingly gleeful to hear of her pride in him, no one had ever shown him that before.

"Well, I wish I could stay and celebrate your good marks with you all, but I'm off to a meeting. I shall be back later this afternoon. Well done you three," Remus congratulated.

Harry looked at Remus curiously, it wasn't any of his business who Remus was meeting with but it did not stop his curiosity of whom in fact the person was. But as the plate of bacon passed his way, he let himself forget it and dug into his second helping of breakfast.

A.N. So there ends another chapter, not particularly my favorite as there was little action to be had, but I hope it was not completely dismal.

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