A/N Thank you all for reading this and please keep those alerts and reviews coming, trust me they help alot.

Alicia Spinet: Thank you for the wonderful suggestion but I am not sure Neville is going to play as big of a part as I had first assumed. He will have parts here and there but I am prolly just going to snuff him out. Again I am not sure but thats my thoughts today. Again Thank You for your Review.

Chapter 7 A New Beginning

Harry ran into the living room and threw his arms around Sarah. He had been waiting for a while for her to show up and she couldn't have shown up at a better time.

"Oh brat, I've missed you so much how was your trip? Did you get everything worked out fine? Is there anything you need me to do?" Harry started thinking of every question that has been bottled up for months.

"Whoa turbo sit down. Lets start with what gave you the urge to drink. I know you quite well I think and I know you only drink when something big happens and when you are alone I know that it is never a good thing." Sarah had to giggle inside when she shook him out of the hug and walked over to a chair near the fireplace. It has been too long since she had looked into his eyes and when she walked in and saw he had a bottle in his hand, her heart went out to him.

"Well, like I told you Ginny and I aren't talking much. I have been working to repair the friendships that went sour when I left and I found out some really ... unexpected news." Harry took in a breath and Sarah was sure she knew what was next.

"She's already married." Sarah finished for him but was surprised when he shook his head. Now her thoughts were on far worse things, like death.

"No she isn't married ... yet. She is engaged to one of our school friends. I figured I could live on and accidentally miss the wedding. Unfortunately, I was asked to be the best man." Harry said as he turned from Sarah and glanced at the fire.

"You are such a drama queen. I know I don't have to ask this but, are you still in love with Ginny?" Harry nodded, not trusting his voice to hide the tears that were starting in his eyes. "Then prove to her that you are the only one that she was meant to have. If you have to, beat this other guy into a bloody pulp, or I'll do it." Sarah was now smiling from ear to ear. Even if Harry were hurting, she knew that he loved her joking attitude and deep down she was sure that everything would work out one way or another.

"I am not a drama queen, you beach Barbie." Harry said giving her a challenging laugh and running up the staircase.

"Oh no you didn't! I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, just to do it again tomorrow," As she took off running after him. When she made it to the room that he had locked himself in she stopped. Sarah had been an expert at breaking charms and locks, she didn't even have to think about most of them but Harry's always seemed to cause her problems. Taking her wand out she waved it over the door handle a couple times and finally it became unlocked. She looked around the small room, knowing there weren't many places he could hide. His room looked quite empty, a few red and gold banners that was no doubt from his school days. He had a sword mounted on a wall that still seemed to be stained in blood. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't clean it. Then she saw the most unlikely thing for him. It was a stuffed head of a male deer. It was an amazing reconstruction of it and it had the most amazing emerald eyes ever. 'Wait, deer don't have green eyes and if Harry had bought it to represent his father, wouldn't it have brown eyes?' She thought to herself as she approached it. She could feel occasional breath coming from the nostrils of the 'stuffed' beast.

"Ok Mr. Potter, your trick won't work on me this time." She smiled as a compartment opened up and Harry turned back to himself.

"Oh that isn't fair, you aren't supposed to know what I look like." He said defeated as he sat down on his bed. Just then an owl had landed on his shoulder dropping a letter in his lap. Sarah followed him and sat down next to him.

"Who is that from?" she asked as she picked up the letter and noticed it had a crest on it with four animals and a giant 'H' on it. Harry scratched Felix under her chin and she flew off to her perch.

"It is from Hogwarts. I haven't seen one from them since the time I left here." Harry said curious and grabbed the envelope from her hands. Sarah gave him an evil look but decided now was not the time to play around. He read through the letter and his jaw dropped.

Dear Mr. Potter

As always, we have seemed to have lost our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher and we were curious as to if you would be interested in the job. It is short notice I know but we can not think of anyone better suited for the job. Please write us back with your answer and we will send you a list of requirements and hope to see you in a few months.

Sincerely

Headmistress McGonagall

"So you gonna go take it?" Sarah asked as she read the letter over his shoulder. Harry nodded and headed out of the room with Sarah at his heel.

Pansy was walking up to the Malfoy Mansion with a packet of paper in her hand and a mission in mind. She had had enough of his shit and knew that money or not she had to get out of there. She would not allow him to lay a hand on her anymore and she knew the best way to hurt him was to break the last bond he had for his father. He hated his father and all, but he still respected him and that was why the marriage took place. Not anymore, she would have nothing of it. She had a job request lined up and she was going to take it. Only an idiot would pass up a well paying job and a place to stay. The gates opened without a sound. This place was the picture of evil yet it has seemed over the past year the evil had subsided. She shook her head thinking that all the evil was absorbed into the man that now resides alone in this forsaken house. She entered the house and smiled. 'He must be still in bed. What a way to wake up my husband' she thought as she made her way through the rooms, packing everything that was hers. She bit her lip when the thought of husband came to mind. He was never a husband, more a master to his slave. She sighed as another more warming thought came to mind. 'I will not be his slave any longer.' She reached the closed door that lead into their sleeping quarters and took in a breath. She knew these next steps would start her world in a new and hopefully better direction. She turned the handle and opened the door. What she had expected to see was far from what she saw. The first thing that she could see through the dimly lit room was the movement of a body underneath the blackest, then the sounds she heard helped her put the pieces together.

"Starting a little soon I see Dear!" she screamed at him, forcing him to pull himself off of who ever was underneath him and scurry for his clothes. She had to laugh at her luck, she came into the house ready to give Draco everything just to be rid of him, and now she had walked in on one of the few acts that could make the divorce be split. Draco was at a loss for words, and then he noticed a packet in her hand and smiled. He was a very intelligent man, he just didn't show it unless it was used to his advantage.

"So, the little whore decides she has had enough has she? Well lets have it, I'll sign the papers quick and I can get back to better things I had planned." Draco was now pushing her to a break point and he was succeeding.

"I don't know what the hell you mean, you aren't even that good in bed. I've had better sex with Potter in a drunken night than I had with you when you used that vibrating charm." She realized she should have thought before she spoken but he made her so angry she couldn't think. He had stormed up to her, mere inches from her face. 'He won't hit me in front of a new woman, he wouldn't risk …' She hadn't time to finish her sentence when she was flying to the ground. This wasn't a grab that held to hard, or the occasionally slap to the face. He punched her in the chest and it threw her back. He grabbed his wand and signed the papers in the packet. After casting a modified version of obliviate on the girl he lifted to his eye level and growled.

"If I ever see you near Potter, even after you finish your little divorce, I'll kill you both and no one will know who it was. Remember, I am a Malfoy and I have connections in places you would only dream of." With that he let her go and she dropped to her knees, crying. It wasn't often she cried but every time she did, Draco was somehow responsible. She got up and scurried to collect the papers and as much clothes as she could carry in her arms. She shrunk those and put them in the box she was using to carry her stuff. She chanced one last look back at the house that had protected her for the last two years and sighed. She was free, and she was alone. What worse combination to have.

Ginny and Hermione were walking through muggle London looking for new clothes that they both desperately needed. They had just left one store when Hermione noticed that Ginny was concentrating on something. Years of being around Ron had showed her that all the Weasley's tend to stare off into space when something is extremely bugging them.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked. She was sure she wouldn't get a full answer or just brush off, but instead there was only silence. Hermione didn't like this because Ginny was rarely ever silent and now that she thinks about it, Ginny was a lot quieter in the stores than her usual self. "Lets go get something eat. Neville is gone, and Ron is getting ready for his try-out. We haven't had a girl talk in quite some time and I think it is time for one." Ginny only looked at her questionably and smiled. They made their way to a hidden wizard pub and ordered a drink and chose a secluded table far from the noise. Ginny sat sipping at her drink.

"What is wrong?" Hermione ignored her drink and tried to look into Ginny's eyes. She was searching for any sign of evidence, but couldn't see anything. This only made her worry all the more, because she felt that she wasn't a good friend for not being able to know what was actually wrong without looking.

"Nothing. I am just thinking about everything that has happened in the last month." She said with no sign of despair. Hermione was getting desperate now. She started drinking her glass fast in hopes that something would come to her, then it did.

"You still love him, don't you?" Hermione was sure this would work, even if it was far from the truth. The glass had stopped just as it reached her lips. Ginny couldn't believe that Hermione could guess it. A tear started to fill up her eye and Ginny quickly wiped it away, pushing a strand of hair out of her face as an excuse.

"No … Well … Is it that obvious?" Ginny was now biting her nails, trying not to turn red in the face. She couldn't love Harry she was engaged to Neville. He had moved on and now it was her turn to move on. The only problem with that was the small feeling in the back of her mind that screamed that he hadn't moved on, and now was the best chance to have him. She had tried to ignore that voice with arguing with Neville over little thing. In truth, it did nothing to help her dilemma. She quickly finished her drink now and looked everywhere but at Hermione.

"Why don't you tell him then? He misses you Gin and I am sure he would love to know how you feel."

"But what about Neville? I would feel like shit just saying 'Hey I am glad for all the time we had but I still love Harry and I am going to chase him like a ten year old girl'" Hermione had to shake her head and laugh.

"It isn't as bad as you make it sound. If you love Harry, there is nothing that is going to change that, and I am sure Neville will understand. Anyway, I don't see what you like about him. He is just so … Neville." Now both girls were laughing as they continued their talking, still staying away from the Harry subject only mentioning how good it is he is back, and how happy he looks.

The weather was wet and cold as Ron walked onto the Quidditch pitch. He was shaking with excitement when he made his way here. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to meet the team he worshipped his entire life. He felt a special connection to this team. No matter how many times they lost, they always pushed to the best they could. Ron had done that with Harry and Hermione, always the one with the dumb plans and ideas. He watched as applicant after applicant had walked onto the pitch and flew through drills for what ever position they were hoping to make. He grabbed onto Harry's Firebolt with all his strength remembering everything that Harry had told him the last time they had practiced. He remembered his times at Hogwarts when Harry and Ron would go to practice early on the weekends, just so Ron would feel comfortable enough to play in the coming match. Ron sighed and then his name was called. It was late, and the wind nipped at his fingers. He held onto the broom and flew to the rings. Three chasers lined up at the rings and stared him down. The captain blew his whistle and a quaffle flew into the air, caught by one of the chasers. Ron could feel his heart speed up with every second they hesitated. Than at last, the quaffle flew towards Ron.