Hello once again :)

Here is another part and I'm not sure if its late or not, if it's early or not but eh :D

A few weeks later.

'Come on Harry! Mum's going to kill us if we're late again.' Ron whined from the door frame. He had his trunk with him and was for once all ready to go to Hogwarts (because of the help of Hermione).

'Just wait, I'm sure I'm missing something.' Harry stammered, searching around Ron's room in a hurry.

'Just leave it then, you can get Mum to send it later when she finds it.' Ron said impatiently.

'I can't just leave it here!'

'Why not?' Ron grumbled.

'It's, um, important . . . Oh don't worry.' Harry gave up. He had looked all around Ron's room and had found no trace of it. Harry sighed and grabbed his wand which he had laid on the floor. (He'd tried summoning it silently but it hadn't come to him).

'Like I said, just tell Mum and she'll find it and send it to you at Hogwarts.' Ron said, going down the stairs, making thudding sounds with his trunk as it hit each step.

'I might have packed it though, so I don't want her going around looking for something that might not even be here.'

'Well then why did you bloody make me wait?' Ron grumbled.

'You didn't have to wait for me.'

'Mum would have sent me up anyway to see why you were taking so long.'

They walked out the front of the house with their things and put them in the trunk of the flying car. Mr. Weasley had gone into the forest days after the war to get the flying car back, he then had spent days trying to fix it again and make it larger inside since they had all grown bigger since the last time they were all in it.

Harry slid into the back after putting his trunk in the boot and was then followed in by Hermione and then Ron who had a couple of owl feathers in his hair after handling Pigwidgeon.

He sighed in relief and smiled at Hermione who smirked at him and began to pluck out some of the feathers out of his red hair. When she was done she pecked him on the cheek and grasped his hand in hers.

Ginny had gotten shotgun and was now in the front passenger seat in front of Harry. She seemed to be gazing out the window and twirling a strand of her hair around in her fingers, while humming quietly a tune to herself.

Mr. Weasley got the wheel after letting Mrs. Weasley slide in the middle. Ginny had said she wanted a window and had clearly one the debate she had had with Mrs. Weasley. (A first)

He started the car up and Harry felt a little nervous, he hoped that Mr. Weasley had gotten better at driving.

They drove away and Harry watched as the scenery went by, resting his elbow on the door and his chin on the palm of his hand. Hermione and Ron had started a conversation about what improvements they would have done to the castle as some of it had been blown apart; Hermione said that she would have liked a bigger library, while Ron just wanted to know if the dinner meals were going to be bigger.

Harry was hoping that they hadn't changed it at all seeing as he liked it the way it had been.

He looked forward at the back of Ginny's head and noticed that if he looked into the side mirror of the car that he was able to see her face fully. He smiled at that but quickly looked away when he got caught by Ginny, who could also, see Harry's face.

Mr. Weasley found a park at Kings Cross Station and ran ahead to get them trolleys for their trunks. Loading there things onto the trolleys they all made their way towards platforms 9 and 10.

'Harry, Ron and Hermione first, we don't want these two having to take the flying car again.' Mr. Weasley chuckled, nodding his head in Harry and Ron's direction, Hermione laughed, nodding her head.

Hermione held onto one of Ron's hand while he and Harry leaned against the wall with their trolleys, pretending to be having a conversation before slipping through onto platform 9¾.

They all smiled at the sight of the scarlet train; idle on the platform and blowing steam up into the air, then moved out of the way as Ginny, Mr and Mrs. Weasley came through onto the platform.

They pushed their way past all the wizards and witches waving to their young ones. Saying their own goodbye's to Mr. Weasley and getting an air constricting hug from Molly, who seemed reluctant to let them go again.

'Please don't get yourself into danger this time Harry.' Mrs. Weasley whispered into his ear as she let him go of her hug.

They all boarded the train and pulled their trunks along with them as they made their way through the corridors, looking for a compartment to sit in.

Hermione was at the front so when she stopped, the rest of them stopped, holding up the line behind them, she opened up the sliding door and let herself in, the rest followed.

After stashing their trunks away Hermione sat down next to Ron, leaving the only option for Ginny and Harry to sit next to each other.

They sat quietly, occasionally striking up a conversation that would die away before it could really begin. So Harry sat there watching Pig flutter around in his cage, chirping and making a heap of racket.

Harry saw as a bunch of first years walked past their door and stop dead in their tracks as they saw who was in the compartment, they would start whispering to their friends about The-Boy-Who-Lived or the Chosen One. They would point at Harry and then go tell someone else who would then repeat the same thing.

The same things were said over and over again: Harry Potter, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Dumbledore, The Chosen One, The-Boy-Who-Lived and occasionallyabout his abilities as to talk to snakes as he was a Parseltongue.

Harry rolled his eyes and continued to look at Pig. Pig was still and looking Harry in the eyes, it big eyes reflecting his own big glasses.

Harry raised an eyebrow and Pig chirped once at him then fluffed his feathers before staying quiet again.

Harry looked at Hermione for an explanation, she too seemed to look shocked at Pigs sudden change in . . . attitude. He was sitting there quietly looking around the compartment at all of them; Harry the most.

''bout time he shut up.' Ginny grumbled next to Harry, putting her wand away, 'Thought I was going to have to jinx him.'

'Why's he quiet now? He could have shut up ages ago.' Ron said, resting his head onto Hermione's shoulder.

'I don't know,' Hermione looked at Ginny, 'Did you jinx him?'

'Me? No, I was going to though if he didn't shut up in the next 3 minutes.'

'Do we seriously need an answer to why he put a sock in it? All I care about is that he is quiet.' Harry mumbled resting his head back on the chair; he wanted to take a nap. Pig had worn him out, even though Pig had done nothing but annoying the hell out of him.

'Harry, you need to put your robes on, we're nearly there.' Hermione poked him awake. He opened his eyes and saw that everything was out of focus.

'Here.' Hermione murmured to him, handing him his glasses, which must have fallen off while he was asleep.

'Thanks.' He mumbled, putting them on and taking in the night sky outside the window.

'Ginny, you need to wake up too.' Hermione said, shaking something on Harry.

Harry looked down to notice that Ginny was asleep in his lap, her head resting on his thigh and the rest of her body spread along the chair.

Harry's neck was stiff from sleeping in a sitting position and while he stretched it, Ginny woke up. She realized where she was and sat straight up really fast, knocking Harry's chin and both of them groaning in unison.

Hermione giggled and looped her arms around Ron again, smiling at them.

Ginny blushed and muttered a sorry the same time Harry did.

'You two are seriously the cutest couple I have ever seen.' Hermione said in awe.

This really made Ginny's hair match her face colour, she stood up and grabbed her robe out of her trunk and left in a hurry to get changed (or to leave the awkwardness).

Ron rolled his eyes as Ginny left the compartment, 'Thank God, I didn't know how much longer I would have to stare at that scene. It was freaking the hell out of me.'

'What are you talking about; you probably just sat there and snogged Hermione the entire time.' Harry snapped.

Hermione blushed, got up and walked out the door, saying something about finding Ginny.

'You're going to pay for this Potter!' Ron said, mimicking the way Malfoy use to sneer out his name as if it was something foul.

Harry chuckled at Ron's impersonation, grabbed his own robes and began to put them on; he could see the station up ahead.

The train pulled up into the station and since Ginny and Hermione weren't back yet Harry and Ron went out onto the platform, where they met up with them; talking to Hagrid.

''Ello Harry, Ron.' Hagrid's Husky voice carried over to them easily. 'Nice to see you again.'

'Same here Hagrid.' Harry replied, smiling up at the half giant.

'xcuse me.' He yelled over their heads. 'First Years! First year's ova 'ere!'

Harry looked behind him to see a flock of first years, all huddling together, looking bug eyed at all the different things.

'You beta be off towards the castle. Othawise you'll be late for dinner.' Hagrid said, waving once again to get the first years attentions.

They all said goodbye and began to make their way towards the carriages. Hermione stopped in her tracks and so did Ron and Ginny.

Harry looked at them questionably then realized that they hadn't seen a Thestral before. He chuckled and walked up to one, waiting to pull the carriage, and stroked its nose.

Ron looked like he was going to shit his pants, which made Harry grin real broadly.

Ginny was the first to unfreeze and walk towards it, she reached out her hand and after a moment of hesitation, she stroked its neck before quickly withdrawing her hand and opening her eyes real widely.

'So these are Thestrals?' Hermione quavered, looking unnerved by the creatures.

'They won't bite Hermione.' Harry smiled gently at her before hauling himself up into the carriage and sitting down on its familiar material.

'Easy for you to say. Big bloody bird thingy's they are! They look like they were meant to kill.' Ron whimpered, shifting around the creatures. His eyes never leaving them as he got into the carriage.

Harry just shook his head at Ron's behaviour and gazed out at the castle up ahead that gleamed brightly. All the windows looked like stars, shining brightly against the castles walls.

Home. Harry thought, as they drew closer, hitting a few bumps in the road, making him jostle.

'You think they would have evened out the road?' Ron muttered, getting interrupted midsentence by a hole in the road.

Harry ignored Ron and his prattling. All he really thought about was that he was finally home.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny all walked up to the castle slowly, taking in the normal look of it. It looked just like it did before the war. Everything looked the exact same.

They walked through the big door and looked around at all the things that look familiar to them, everything looked precise, everything was like it should be and held memories from the past that each of them could connect to.

'Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, can I have a word with you three?'

Harry turned around to see Professor McGonagall standing in front of an open door, her hands folded across her chest.

Hermione looked at Harry with an expression of fear. She was probably thinking that she had done something wrong and that she was going to get in trouble not even on her first day back at Hogwarts.

'Miss Weasley, you may join your fellow students in the Great Hall. We'll be there to join you shortly.' McGonagall instructed to Ginny.

Harry walked over to Professor McGonagall, who waved them into the empty class room. She closed the door and walked towards the front of the room, not taking a seat, but standing there, all power, behind the desk.

'I was informed by the Ministry that you three were to return.' She said, her gaze going from one face to another.

No one else spoke so Harry nodded his head stiffly.

McGonagall sighed and sat down in the chair, she looked tired and worn out.

'I thought I had gotten rid of you three trouble makers.' She stated, looking Harry straight in the eye. She then smiled and continued. 'But it seems that I have to endure another year with you.'

Harry chuckled, 'It seems so Professor.'

'Well firstly; welcome back.' She grinned then her face became stern. 'Secondly; I would like to point out that you are still in school and that nothing has changed. You will still complete your homework and assignments at the required standards, you will not, and I repeat again for those of you who do not understand the concept of these words. You will not break any rules.' She once again looked at Harry; then shifted her stare to Hermione and Ron, who had their hands entwined.

'Also, although you are legal, we would like to keep the . . . romance, to a minimum.'

Hermione went red and looked down at her feet.

'Harry, I would also like to discuss your position back onto the Quidditch team.'

'Excellent!' Harry said broadly, a grin back on his face. This was really starting to feel like home.

McGonagall was silent for a moment.

'Last year was very traumatizing,' she spoke softly, 'And if any of you need someone to talk to about that . . . you can always come to me.' She shook her head slightly, 'Even I can't get the horrific images out of my head, but knowing you three have been through more I couldn't possibly think of what might be going through your heads.'

'Thank you Professor.' Hermione said, smiling gently up at McGonagall.

McGonagall smiled back at her.

'Well dinner awaits and I have a school to conduct.' She stood up and the three of them were ushered out, McGonagall following behind.

'Oh, Mr. Weasley, we can also discuss your position back onto the Quidditch team.' She said, smiling at him before moving towards the big set of doors to the Great Hall.

Ron face lit up.

They followed pursuit behind her as they walked into the Hall and as they walked towards the Gryffindor table, everybody stopped what they were doing and stared at them, especially Harry.

He felt a bit . . . what was the word? Uncomfortable?

Hermione tugged on his sleeve and he sat down at the long table, next to a seventh year who looked at him for a second before turning around to their friend and staring at them big eyed in disbelief.

Harry began to have flash-backs to his first day at Hogwarts with everyone trying to get a glimpse of him.

The time when everybody thought he was the heir to Slytherin and everyone kept giving him cold stares.

His name coming out of the Goblet of Fire and everybody thinking he was a cheat.

Cedric's death.

People not believing that Voldemort was back and thinking that Harry was a nutter.

Dumbledore's death.

Harry shivered.

Voldemort's death.

Harry stared down at his golden plate and tried not to think of anything in particular. He kept his head low and his thoughts clear.

'Harry.' Hermione whispered to him. His head snapped up.

'Are you feeling okay?' Hermione said, concern on her face.

'Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired.' He replied monotonously.

Hermione didn't buy it but didn't push him.

McGonagall started by sorting the first years into their houses, a lot of them going to Slytherin house or Hufflepuff. Only three students went into Gryffindor, which Harry thought was weird.

McGonagall clapped as the last student went to their house (Slytherin) and stepped up to the podium.

'Another year!' she began, getting the last of the chatter and clapping to die down. 'Another year has begun and the last is behind us . . . thankfully'

Harry saw her eyes flicker towards him but he wasn't sure.

'We would like to begin this year with some good news. The new position for the Defence Against the Dark Arts is being filled in by Derik Pierce, but that's Professor Pierce to you.' She said raising her hand to point towards the new Professor.

His black eyes surveyed the crowd, scanning it as he stood up in his chair. He had brown hair and a pale complexion.

Harry thought he looked kind of ill.

'Also, a few little changes have been done to the castle, the library being enlarged just to name one. The rest you will have to figure out yourself.' She said cheerfully.

'Yes!' Hermione's loud whisper of joy was the only sound in the Hall and everyone turned to look at her, including McGonagall. Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold back the smile that was spreading to the surface.

'I know that some will put that to good use.' McGonagall smiled at Hermione who tried to hide behind Ron, her face flushing red.

Ron chuckled and patted her bushy hair, looking back up to McGonagall who continued her speech.

'But as always the Forbidden Forest is of course, Forbidden. No student is aloud out of bed at night and the Astronomy Tower is out of bounds till further notice.' She drew in a deep breath.

'Now it's time to eat!' She smiled broadly and waved her wand once before returning back to the teachers table.

Ron sat there staring at the food, mouth open and his eyes huge.

Harry had never seen so much food at a Hogwarts dinner. If possible, there was more food than the previous year's Harry had been there.

Hermione grabbed a pie and put it into Ron's open mouth, which was still hanging open.

He bit down on it and thanked her before taking it from her and continuing eating whatever his hands would touch and putting it on his plate.

Harry shook his head and so did Hermione. They wouldn't be able to get Ron's attention for the next five minutes till he calmed down (or ran out of food to eat).

Harry began to put things onto his plate but as he stared down at them he didn't feel like eating them. He took a few bites here and there but besides that he didn't have any desire for food.

He finished his pumpkin juice and sat there watching Ron eat plate after plate of food. Ron looked at him and said among a mouth full of food: 'What?'

Harry got caught off guard. 'Umm, you have a bit off food there.' He pointed to a random spot around his mouth.

Ron wiped it with his sleeve. 'Bwetta?'

'Yeah. . .'

Ron continued to eat.

'Harry you've hardly ate anything. Please just finish off your tart for me.' Hermione said, looking him in the eye. 'I'm worried.'

'Don't be.' He replied, slowly picking up his spoon and putting a piece of tart into his mouth.

'You're not going all depressed on us?' Ron asked swallowing his last bite, before looking at Harry's full plate. He wiped his mouth again with his napkin this time and pushed his plate away.

'No. Just thinking . . . I think.'

'Harry, McGonagall said if you need help. . .' Hermione started.

'I don't need help Hermione, I'm fine.' Harry said. 'I'm tired, see you tomorrow morning.' He stood up and left the Great Hall. The noise slowly fading behind him as he made his way up the Grand Staircase.

He walked towards the Fat Lady portrait before he actually realized that he didn't have the password.

'Shit.' He mumbled, he slid down the wall and sat there, arms resting on his knees.

'Didn't think I would see you here again Harry Potter.' A voice said.

Harry looked up to see the Fat Lady looking down at Harry with a small smile on her face.

'Neither did I.' He grumbled, looking at his shoe lace.

They were silent for a moment. 'I thought Hogwarts was at its end last year. I thought you were going to come to an end.' She said then smiled.

'I remember your first year here, making as much trouble as your father did. I couldn't think that if,' she coughed. 'if he won, that I wouldn't be able to see that eleven year old boy again.' She grinned broadly. 'But you're no eleven year old boy now are you? Look at you! The strongest wizard on earth and yet still in school.' She shook her head.

'Um, thanks?' Harry wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.

'You've grown up nicely too, strong, powerful. You have your mothers beautiful green eyes and your fathers dashing looks –'

'Stop flirting with him and open up.'

Harry's head spun around to see Ginny walking towards the portrait.

The Fat Lady looked offended. 'I was not flirting with him!'

'Sure, that's what they all say.' She rolled her eyes. 'Troll bogies. There's the password now open up!'

'I will not open up to some rude little girl!' The Fat Lady spat.

Ginny stared at her coldly, 'I know where Peeves is. . .'

'Alright!' She surrendered, swinging open for them, muttering about disrespecting Gryffindors and Peeves.

Harry got up off the floor and followed Ginny into the common room. He was going to say thanks but she was already half way up the stairs heading towards the girl's dorms.

Harry sighed and made his way back up to his usual room, putting on his pyjamas and climbing into his four-poster bed, drawing the curtain around him.

Okay, well I think this is going alright so far. Any suggestions? Complaints? And I would just like to say once again that I might not get everything right because I don't own the whole HP series. My collection only goes up to the goblet of fire . . .

Anyways... I have kind of a rough idea of what this story is going to be about now, (besides about Ginny and Harry). I got the idea while writing this chapter so I think it will be okay now :)

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