Harry had decided to teach his friends, to fight with powerful spells. He led them to a large empty room and began to demonstrate powerful spells.

"The Severing Charm is a powerful one, as well as common. You can master it to a level that is so good, that the spell can cut through a person's bones. I will make you all master it to that level." explained Harry importantly.

"Harry, we may not be powerful enough to do that. Remember one of your powers is to be able to do powerful spells, maybe we cant." said Hermione quietly.

"I know that you may not be able to master spells that I know. Though you shall be able to master spells that you already know. You are powerful enough, trust me." replied Harry calmly.

Harry began to teach his friends how to make a normal Severing Charm, turn into a very powerful Severing Charm.

After an hour, Harry told people to take a break, as a House-Elf entered with drinks and sandwiches. They all ate and chatted about the spell.

Soon later a formal looking owl swooped in to the room. It stopped next to Harry and dropped the envelope in Harry's lap.

Harry grabbed the envelope and looked at the seal. He noticed the familiar seal, the Ministry of Magic's seal. Harry opened it curiously.

He scanned the letter and then he fell into thought. After a couple of minutes, Ron grabbed the letter and read out loud.

Dear Mister Potter,
I shall first apologize for my prior Minister's actions. I cannot stress how much I am sorry for what the prior Minister had done to you. I am now the new Minister and am willing to hear you out. I am writing to ask you to visit me and have a short meeting, with me personally. I understand you would like to get a job as an Auror or and Unspeakable, maybe we can talk about this. I believe you are not attending Hogwarts School, this is an issue I must bring up with you. I also have knowledge that some of our school friends are with you, maybe if you bring them along, we can talk about the career they are interested in. I shall repeat that I am sorry for what one man had done to you, I mean to say that if the Ministry could decide on it's own, then this would not have happened. Please meet me in two weeks, on the fifteenth of January. Thank you and hope to see you soon.

Yours faithfully,
Secrolia Sersto.
Minister for Magic,
Order of Merlin.

"Sersto is a good man. He was the man that got dad out of trouble about his old Ford Anglia. He is suppose to of disagreed with Fudge and went to join Dumbledore, before Fudge sent him to Azkaban." explained Ron seriously.

"Shall we go outside? I found a lake when I was exploring." asked Harry happily.

The six teenagers left the training room and left headquarters. Harry led them into a centre part of the Forest. They came to an opening and walked to a very green grassy part of land, with a large lake at the end.

Harry walked over to a large oak tree and sat down, his back resting on the tree. Hermione came over and laid on the grass, resting her head in Harry's lap.

Harry stroked her hair softly as Ron sat besides him. Luna sat between Ron's open legs and lay against him. Neville and Ginny laid next to each other, Ginny's head resting on Neville's shoulder.

They all sat around hugging their partners and chatting about anything.

"So Harry, are you going to see the Minister?" asked Neville curiously.

"Yeah I'm going. If I don't like what I'm hearing, I'm going." replied Harry simply.

"Harry, you'll be fine. It would be good to get on the good side of the Ministry. If you can do that and turn them towards you, I'm sure you could get more followers, for the war." Said Ron encouragingly.

Harry fell silent. He had been trying to get rid of the thought of the upcoming battle. He was worried about the people he cared for, worried about all the people who would be killed.

"Are you scared?" asked Ron calmly.

Harry glared at Ron, he knew what he meant. Though thought it was a stupid question. He glared slightly longer, unnerving Ron.

"What sort of question is that?" snapped Harry aggressively. "Of course I'm scared, I'm scared for the people I care about!"

"Your not scared for ... yourself?" asked Hermione quietly, looking up at Harry seriously.

"No, I am not. I was born to defeat Voldemort. I was born to be some kind of weapon. It doesn't matter if I live or die, as long as I defeat Voldemort." replied Harry sourly.

Hermione was shocked. The one she loved was saying he wasn't bothered about death. She felt a tear trickle down her face.

"Harry ... you ... you will live. You will ... live and be with ... me." said Hermione quietly, wiping a tear from her face.

Harry looked down at her intently. He thought about what Hermione dreams about. She wanted to be married and have a child, with him. She wanted a happy, normal life.

Harry stood up and walked to the lakes edge. He was thinking about the war and what could happen during it.

"Think about all the people who are going to die, because of me. Anyone could die, anyone. This war is either going to the good or the evil, either way, innocent lives shall be taken." said Harry slowly.

He threw some stones into the lake, deep in thought. He could feel the confused stares from his friends. He heard a soft sob from Hermione. He felt a pang of guilt, he had upset her, he had made her cry.

"This is not your fault. It's you-know-who's. If he hadn't become addicted to power, none of this would happen. Yes lives will be taken, though none shall be forgotten. The world will go to the good, we have you." cried Hermione.

"What if I'm not powerful enough? What if I get killed before I even get to Voldemort? What if I lose in this battle? The world shall go to his power and the ones I care for shall be killed. That is why I am forbidding you to go to the battle." said Harry seriously.

Hermione choked at this. She was about to speak back, though Luna beat her.

"You are powerful enough, you are more powerful than anyone. You won't get killed because you-know-who wants to kill you personally, so you will get to him. You will definitely not lose this battle, you will win without problems." replied Luna soothingly.

Harry thought for a moment. He knew he could defeat Voldemort, he knew he could. He just didn't know how. Harry thought for a moment before Neville asked him a question, which made Harry set a date.

"When are you going to learn how to transform into a lion and Phoenix?" he asked curiously.

Harry thought for a moment. He had almost forgotten about that ability. He thought about when and how he could learn his ability.

"I'll learn it in February." replied Harry simply.

He then turned and walked back to headquarters, deep in thought.

The fifteenth of January came quickly. Harry had taught a lot of powerful spells to his friends. He had taught them all Occlumency and taught Hermione how to apparate. He had made it clear that Hermione was to be out of the way and hidden. She tried to refuse, though promised him.

When Harry awoke on the morning of the fifteenth, he found Hermione stood at hers and Harry's wardrobe.

"I am choosing what you are wearing." said Hermione happily, then pulling out a maroon and silver set of robes.

"You don't have to choose something nice, it's only the Minister." said Harry calmly.

Once everyone had woken and gotten dressed, they all stood in the Entrance Hall. They all waited for Harry to come downstairs.

When Harry came down, Hermione's face glowed at the sight of him. She smiled and stepped forward to him.

"You look amazing." she whispered flirtatiously.

Harry laughed and kissed her softly. He turned to his friends and then spoke.

"Apparate to the Atrium or the Ministry. We shall go from there." said Harry with a smile.

Instantly they all disappeared and reappeared in a gleaming crowded room. They looked around the room and noticed that many witches and wizards were appearing, reading the newspaper.

They all walked over towards to security desk. As they walked past the Fountain of Magical Brethren, Harry smiled and walked up to the security desk.

"Erm ... hello?" said Harry uneasily.

"What?" snapped the security guard angrily, reading his newspaper and not lifting his eyes.

"You can at least look at me!" snapped Harry getting annoyed with the security guard.

The guard looked up and into the face of Harry. Once he saw who it was, he coughed nervously and then puffed out his chest, importantly.

"The Minister is waiting for you. If you will step into the life to my left, you shall be taken to his office." said the security guard nervously, pointing to a close by lift.

Harry and his friends walked over to the lift and pressed to button. When the lift clanged open, they all entered and got took down under ground.

When the lift stopped and clattered open, they looked into a bright white office.

There was a large amount of chairs sat in front of a large wooden desk. Behind the desk there was a large tapestry of the Ministries logo.

When the six teenagers got further into the office, they noticed a old man sat in the chair behind the desk. He was old, but not as old as Dumbledore.

"Ah Mister Potter and co. Please come in and take a seat." said the Minister with a rough voice.

The six teenagers entered the office properly and took one of the many seats. They stared into the slightly scarred face of the Minister. He looked happy but nervous.

"I have called you here to talk to you, about what happened after you left the Order of the Phoenix. I know that you have got your own followers now and know you did a noble attack on the Riddle House, to rescue a friend. What have you done in the mean time, what followers have you got?" asked the Minister nervously.

"Now why would I tell you anything about me?" asked Harry slightly confused.

"I thought that maybe you wouldn't mind letting me and the Order of the Phoenix know about some of your actions, we are on the same side." replied the Minister seriously.

Harry nearly laughed at the idea. He would never tell his actions to the Order of the Phoenix, to Dumbledore.

"Well you were wrong there. Now can we talk about careers, that is why we are really here?" asked Harry calmly.

"Dumbledore is worried about you, the Order disagreed with him for neglecting you. They thought that they should of helped. Dumbledore wants you to join him, he wants you and your organisation to join the Order of the Phoenix." pleaded the Minister hopefully.

"Secrolia, why would I want to join to Order of the Phoenix, when I have a better army of my own?" asked Harry curiously.

"The Order of the Phoenix has only a few hundred members, we are losing them rapidly. If we was to be attacked, we would not live. We know of the upcoming battle and we worry for many lives. If you and your army was to join, we would have enough people to defeat he-who-must-not-be-named and his followers." replied Secrolia anxiously.

Harry did laugh this time. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Order now wanted him back, now they know that it was possible to get Hermione back.

"I am guessing you are a member of the Order and that you wanted to try and persuade me to join? I will not help, I was abandoned by my own family and I think Dumbledore deserves it in return." said Harry firmly.

"Why neglect your family? I understand Dumbledore thought wrongly, however his life is at risk with so many others. Why be allow the abandonment carry on though the family?" asked Secrolia sincerely.

Harry's rage shot up. This man was telling him he was no good, for refusing his family, who had refused him. He could feel himself heating up, he could feel his anger controlling him.

All of a sudden, Harry' hands blew up into blue flames. The flames slowly burnt the wooden seat he was sat in. Harry glanced once at his friends before disapparating.

He reappeared next to the lake of headquarters. He dipped his hands in the water, to try and put them out. Though when they entered the water, it began to bubble as the fire heated the water.

After five minutes had gone by, Harry had calmed down and had put out his hands. He stared into the sky and then jumped when he felt a soft hand on his own.

He looked to his left and saw Hermione smiling and holding Harry's Firebolt.

"I thought we could go for a ride." said Hermione simply.

Harry was slightly shocked by this, Hermione wasn't much of a flyer. She had always feared flying.

Harry grabbed the broom and mounted it. He allowed Hermione to climb on the back and wrap her arms around his waist, before kicking off the floor and entering the sky.

Hermione snuggled into Harry's back happily. She felt free, she felt lost of all emotion. She now knew why Harry liked flying so much.
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