Hey guys, don't kill me! :) I am really sorry for writing after such a long time but I really will try to be more upto date with this! The fact that I am writing almost after a year shows my dedication...haha xD hope you like it. Next chapter coming soon! Reviews much appreciated!

Harry and Ron entered the Ministry of Magic feeling slightly nervous as they make their way through the fireplace and towards the elevators. Mr. Weasley's confident good luck – before leaving to go to his own office – had momentarily let the boys' feel confident in the task that they were about to do. It gave them a sense of déjà vu as they walked through the corridors for once in their lives, not running from anyone or any place. Harry remembered the last time the pair them had been here – with Hermione of course – and had broken into the Lestrange's vault. The war seemed like centuries ago though it had only been a few months.

Harry and Ron stopped right before the elevator doors waiting.

"You reckon they will take us in?" Ron asked fixing his tie in the same anxious manner that he had carried out all throughout his walk to the ministry entrance.

Harry wasn't sure of how to answer his friend's question though he assumed for the best.

"Of course they will. You are brilliant Ron," Harry told him trying to ease the tension that he himself had been feeling the entire time. It was then that the elevator stopped right in front of them and many ministry workers hurried past them, emptying it.

Harry and Ron stepped into it and at once, it went flying. It didn't stop until they reached level two where they were greeted by the all too familiar voice of a female, "welcome to the department of magical law enforcement". The two of them let go of their handles and step outside in the bustling corridor.

Remaining silent all throughout, they walk to towards the hallway that held the Auror office. After the death eaters fled the ministry, this department was taken over by Dawlish whom the boys were very much familiar. Pausing just before they continue, they murmur and silent good luck and enter the office together.

"Ah, Mr. Weasely, Mr. Potter! It is a delight," said a short man wearing spectacles standing in front of them. "We were of course waiting for you, you may both enter right this way."

"Right of course, Mr – "

"Mr. Gibbs sir," the man said completing Ron's sentence. They followed him to a room which they assumed belonged to Dawlish.

"Good luck sirs," said Mr. Gibbs and disappeared behind them.

Inside, they waited for Dawlish whom Harry and Ron and previously met on countless occasions. The small office contained countless books all neatly stacked away on the shelves. The room held a small window overtop which lit the room. The circular room also contained a brown long desk with a couple chairs propped by it. Harry looked at Ron who seemed to be looking right back at him.

A small hour glass ran its course on the desk which eerily reminded Harry of Professor Slughorn.

"Are we in the wrong room or something?" Ron finally asked not being able to hold his silence.

Lucky for him, at that particular moment, John Dawlish appeared right in front of them. The tall familiar man looked at both of them rather excitedly as he answered Ron's question. He was as usual dressed in a dark colored suit.

"Of course not Mr. Weasley. You boys have come to right place. Your absence for the past few months made me unsure and was assuming you may have changed your career paths and joined back with the school again – what with their need of teachers and all," Dawlish said smiling from one to the other.

Harry gave an unsure look towards Ron before replying. "No sir, we were just, settling in with the … with everything," he lamely finished.

"Excellent boys, excellent. So here you go," a hover of his hands produced two clipboards with quilts.

"You can start by filling these forms out. After that, we can just go through a small training course and then you can receive your assignments," Dawlish contined.

Harry and Ron looked at each other not being able to bear their excitement. Harry spoke up this time making sure he wasn't hearing things.

"That's it sir? We have the job?"

"Why of course you do! We have received your reports from school and they were outstanding. Why would we then let this talent go wasted?"

"Ahh, I am sorry but I will have to leave you gentlemen but we shall keep meeting now eh? You can hand these forms in to Mr. Gibbs and we can see you next Monday to start your training? Till then young men!" And with that, John Dawlish left his office leaving two very astounded and speechless young boys.

Ron looked at Harry. "Blimey Harry, we are aurors. Can you just imagine mum when we tell her? This guy just left without looking at any of our stuff!"

Harry smiled at him. "What else do you expect Ron? You defeated Voldemort. I am sure there is no other task greater than that."

"It was really you Harry." Ron paused a moment before continuing. "That night, you know when you had pretended to be dead? Or been dead…temporarily, whichever?"

"Yeah I remember," Harry said.

"You gave us such a scare. You have no idea. Hermione just about lost it and I was scared about Ginny too," Ron shuddered.

Harry didn't say anything but simply remembered that moment. He really himself thought that he was gone to the world of the dead and was sincerely just waiting for those same curtains that had consumed Sirius in to take him. He had accepted the idea of death and had willingly gone to Voldemort. Ron's next words brought him back to the present.

"Don't ever do that to us again mate," Ron said sincerely.

Harry looked at him and nodded. "There won't be a next time. Besides, I am sure you will be there to save me again – and hopefully it's not from ice cold water," Harry said lightening the mood.

They both laughed while they filled out their forms. The generic details that the form asked didn't require extensive thinking and thus they were able to fill them out quickly and by two were finished.

After handing it all in to Mr. Gibbs, they apparated straight to the road that led them home.

As soon as both boys arrived home, they announced their success to which the Weasley parents expressed immense delight. Mrs. Weasley headed straight to the kitchen – after feeding them snacks – mumbling something about getting a dinner ready. Harry and Ron went straight upstairs before dinner started to change.

Dinner was a quite yet flamboyant affair that evening as Harry, Ron, George, Percy, and the Weasley parents sat around the table smiling and talking animatedly without speaking of the disaster that had left the Weasley family torn over a most beloved son.

After Harry and Ron finished their chores, the family retired to bed while the boys left to go to their shared room but not before Mr. Weasley handed over a letter that had come for Harry.

Harry took his letter from Mr. Weasley and was automatically delighted as he recognized the beautiful calligraphic writing on the outside of the letter which he loved.