I would just like to thank everybody who has read my story and that every review or story alert that I get makes me smile like a dork. Literally.

Okay, this chapter I'm happy with, especially since they finally begin year 7 and classes. It took me some time to get the timetables complete for Harry/Ron/Hermione/Ginny. I stuck to the required classes needed to become an Auror for Harry/Ron, but since Hermione did end up working for the ministry and I couldn't find anything saying what she would need, I just went with the classes I thought she would probably done. The same went with Ginny, so please don't shoot me or like say it's all wrong. I just went with what I thought would suffice.

During chapter 2 while they were at Diagon Alley I mentioned Luna and Neville popping in now and again into school, it sounded like they weren't attending. I would just like to clear up that Luna is in year 7 and will be in classes with Ginny etc. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I forgot that she was in Ginny's year. My apologies ^_^

Also, I know some of you were wondering when Ginny and Harry would finally get together and I would just like to state that it may come in the next chapter. I do know how they are going to get back together if any of you are worrying :D I'm babbling again. Sorry. Here. Read :)

'Neither can live while the other survives . . .' Voldemort's words said coldly.

Harry said nothing but stared at Voldemort as he walked towards Ginny, lying stiff on the ground. His throat constricting and his breath getting caught as he stared at her.

Ginny's red hair was splayed recklessly around her face, her eyes were open and blank of any emotion.

Harry's hand tightened around his wand with anger.

Then the scene changed slightly, it wasn't Ginny who was on the floor cold and still, but his mother. Her mouth still slightly open from begging Voldemort not to harm Harry.

'Lily Potter . . . such a waste.' He said, showing no care at all to what he had just done to Harry's mother.

'You. Will. Die.' Harry said stiffly. 'And I will be the one to do it.' He raised his wand slightly and brought it up to Voldemort's face.

Voldemort's eyes widened for a moment before they tightened as his mouth went wide with an evil smile. Voldemort looked Harry straight in the eye.

'Do it then.' He drawled.

Harry took in a deep, steady breath.

Harry woke, drenched in his sweat and was startled to see Ron and three strangers hovering near his bed. They seemed to be arguing.

Harry grabbed his glasses off the side table and poked at Ron's bare back.

'What's going on?' Harry said, looking around the dorm at the other boys.

'Harry!' Ron exclaimed then turned around again to face the other boys. 'See, he's alright! Now get lost.'

The boys looked annoyingly at Ron and shuffled back to their beds; two of them pulling the curtains around them.

'What happened?' Harry asked Ron.

'Voldemort.' Ron said looking at Harry.

Harry reached for his wand as a reflex and stood up in bed. 'How? He's dead!' Harry looked like he was ready for a fight.

'Sit down you fool.' Ron shoved Harry by his shoulders back onto his bed. 'You were yelling about him in your sleep.' He sighed. 'Again.'

'Did I wake you all up?' Harry said, looking at the only boy who didn't have his curtains closed. He too was looking at Harry, watching what was going on.

'Yes!' A voice grumbled from behind a curtain.

'Shut up!' Ron snapped.

The guy grumbled some more before the room became silent again.

'Sorry.' Harry muttered.

'I'm use to it mate.' Ron said, yawning. 'You want to discuss it?' he said, again stifling a yawn.

'Um, no. I guess you already know what it would be about.' Harry ruffled his hair, running his hand from the back of his head forward. 'Get back to sleep Ron. You look like you can barely stand up.'

'Nah. I can stand.' He said, swaying a bit. This time Harry was the one to push Ron back onto his bed. Ron mumbled a thanks that sounded more like "nks".

Harry looked across the room to the other boy that was still awake.

'Sorry.' Harry repeated.

'It's okay. I was already awake.' He waved a book so Harry could see. 'The names Liam Ridge.'

'I would introduce myself but my guess is that you already know who I am.' Harry said, sighing to himself.

Liam chuckled. 'Yeah, I doubt no one doesn't know who you are. Must suck.'

'Yeah.' Harry frowned. 'I'll um, be in the common room if Ron wants to know.' Harry said, shuffling his way towards the door.

'Will do.' Liam smiled, his eyes already returning to his page.

Harry walked down the stairs and into the common room. Sitting down in front of the fire place and looking into the smouldering fire.

It was cool in the room and Harry felt a chill go down his spine. His hands hovered above the fire, close enough to touch the wood and feel the heat, but not really touching its black surface.

The room looked like it had before the war; the same red, maroon and gold colours radiating their pride for Gryffindor.

Random memories began to replay in Harry's mind. Some from first year, second, third, fourth, fifth and the most frequent; sixth.

They had been really good times, even though he had to face Voldemort at the end of nearly every year. Every time he would just barely escape.

Harry wished that he was able to see Dumbledore again. But that would never happen.

Harry wanted to explain to him about his hunch; that it wasn't the end and that Voldemort was going to return somehow.

'You okay Harry?'

Harry turned his head around to see Hermione on the lounge, a quilt over her legs and a book resting in her lap.

'Yeah. Just thinking.'

'You do realize that it's pretty late of a time to be thinking about things.' She said, snapping her book shut, 'Also, you've already used that line today. What's really worrying you?'

'Nothing!' He said, facing back towards the fire place.

'You can try and deny it for however long you want, but Ron and I both know something is bothering you.' She replied calmly.

'Fine, I admit my behaviour is different from usual but what would you expect when you walk into a room and people stare at you because you're famous.' He laughed once. 'I'm famous because my parents died and I didn't. I'm famous because I killed someone!'

Hermione was silent. Obviously she didn't know what to say that would make any difference to his attitude.

Harry sighed, 'It's like first year all over again.'

'But you don't have to face Voldemort this time.' She said softly but strongly.

'I don't know. I have this . . . hunch that he's going to come back.'

'That's ridiculous. Even you said so yourself. You killed him. He won't return. We destroyed all the Horcruxes.'

'I know Hermione.' He turned and looked her in the eye. 'But I can't help what I feel.'

Hermione got off the couch and sat next to him, bringing her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulders.

'It's going to be okay. Ron and I are here.' She giggled, 'Ginny too.'

Harry smiled a bit at the mention of that.

'So what are you and Ginny going to do?' Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

'What do you mean?' He asked.

'Are you going to get back together with her?'

Harry groaned slightly, 'Why does everyone bring this back up?'

'Because we all know that you will eventually get back with her. Even if she is being all . . . non-communicative.'

'What can I do though? I've tried being direct with her. That didn't work, so I've given her time and space.' He sighed. 'I'm starting to run out of ideas . . .' His shoulders slumped. 'Maybe even hope.'

'How can you say that?' Hermione said softly, taking her arms off his shoulders and resting them in her lap.

'When I look at her sometimes . . . it's like all she sees is a killer. Someone who got a member of her family killed. Someone who put her loved ones in danger, someone who got her friends killed.' He whispered.

'She doesn't see that Harry. Believe me; besides being Ginny's friend and a girl, I know what she thinks of you. She tells me, even though sometimes I think she edits out bits, she really doesn't see you as that. She loves you.'

'Yeah, well I'm waiting till she say's those words back to me.'

Hermione looked at him sadly before standing up, collecting her book and going back up the stairs to her dorm.

'Aww, he's sleeping like a baby.' A voice Harry didn't recognize cooed.

'Leave him alone.' Another voice demanded.

Harry stirred.

'Oh, he's waking up!' girls giggles were heard around him.

He rolled over to the side and landed face first on the ground. He swore which got him a few more giggles.

'Leave him alone!' Harry got pulled up by Hermione who shot deadly looks at the girls that were all flocked around him.

'Why do you get him all to yourself?' A girl with brown hair and green eyes demanded, stepping forward. She looked like she was maybe in her fifth year.

'She doesn't get him.' Ron stepped forward, pulling a shirt over his head. Obviously he had just gotten out of bed. 'Neither do you.'

The girl folded her arms across her chest and put on a frown. 'Why not? It's not like he's with anyone else.' She looked like she had sucked on a sour grape.

'Puck off.' Ron glared.

'Why would I do that?' she said looking smug.

'Because if you don't I'll freaking hex you, and I've been told its not nice being the one on the end of my hexes.' Ginny came down the stairs, already dressed in her robes and her wand raised at the girl.

The girls' eyes widened for a second before she tsk-ed and stalked away, boasting about it wasn't worth it anyway; that he wasn't her type.

'Bitch.' Ginny called to the girls back.

The girl responded with raising her middle finger over her head, high in the air.

'Yeah, like I'm insulted by your skinny finger!' Ginny turned her back to the door and muttered, 'Slut.' under her breath.

Ron chuckled and Hermione gave Ginny a look, a look saying she was really going to get hell for that.

'I never really liked her.'

Ron snorted then patted his sister on the back. 'Who told you that world war three was going to start down here?'

'A girl came giggling all the way up the stairs declaring that Harry Potter was asleep on the lounge and that those bitches were perving on him.'

Harry eyes widened and he crossed his arms across his chest self-consciously.

'So you thought you would come and join in with them?' Ron joked.

Ginny looked like she would rip his head off. 'Let me make this quite clear Ronald Weasley.' She said slowly and stiffly before bringing her fist back and punching him in the guts. Hermione gasped and almost let out a yelp.

Ron was too slow and took the full blow, groaning before trying to stand up straight again, slightly hunched over.

'Clear?' Ginny said smugly.

Ron nodded before going back up the stairs to the boys common room, Hermione following, a frown on her face.

'I guess I should say thanks, before, about those other girls, getting rid of them.' Harry fumbled, looking Ginny in the eye.

She wasn't looking at Harry, but at Hermione who had paused at the door to the boy's dorms, she then went inside.

'Don't mention it. Ever.' She added on the end as Harry was about to say something else.

She began to go to the door to leave the common room when she turned slightly, hand still holding the door. 'I'll be in the Great Hall if Hermione wants to know.' And with that she left through the door, a sullen expression on her face.

Harry didn't know what to say so he stood there for a second, confusion written all over his face then shook his head and walked back up to his dorm.

He opened the door and found Hermione talking to Liam while Ron was changing into his robes for the day. Harry would of thought that Hermione would have walked out, but no. There she was, chatting happily away to Liam while Ron got dressed.

Hermione looked up at the sound of Harry's entrance, 'Where's Ginny?'

'She told me to tell you that she's down in the Great Hall.' Harry said, walking over to his own trunk and pulling out his clothes to change into.

'Okay.' She glanced at Harry taking off his shirt to put on his school one. 'I think I'll leave.' She started walking slowly backwards, putting a bit of a dip in each step and lazily clapping her hands once then twice. She seemed to have a small smile on her lips and was looking in Ron's direction. 'I'll see you later Liam?'

'Sure.' He replied, smirking at Hermione who was still looking at Ron.

Harry was looking at her questionably, one eye brow raised. 'Do you need anything?'

Hermione looked quickly at Harry before returning her gaze to Ron, 'Nope. I think I'm fine right now.' She smiled slightly.

'Enjoying the view?' Harry said, chuckling.

'Quite.' She mused.

Ron finally realized that they seemed to be talking about him and turned around taking in Hermione looking at him. 'Spoilers.' He teased.

Hermione blushed hugely and ran out the door, her bushy brown hair the last thing to follow and disappear.

'What was that about?' Harry asked half-heartedly, concentrating more on doing his buttons up on his shirt.

'Nothing you need to know about.' Ron looked over at Liam then back to Harry again. 'I'll um, tell you later.'

'Okay?' Harry drew out the word, making it longer.

Harry picked up his wand and put it in a pocket in his robe, heeding Moody's advice about not wanting to blow his ass off accidentally.

'You ready to go down?' Ron asked.

'Yeah, just let me brush my hair.' Harry replied.

'Mate, no one is going to notice any difference.' He rolled his eyes.

'True.' Harry shrugged.

Ron stared him in the eye. 'You weren't trying to impress Ginny were you?'

'What? No! The day has barely begun and you're already accusing me of things like that.' He shook his head, 'Let's just go down already, I'm hungry.'

Harry started to walk down the stairs to the common room, Ron caught up and walked beside him, 'Don't worry, she likes your hair the way it is.'

Harry looked at him, eye brow raised, 'Really?' his voice showing his astonishment.

'Believe it or not but I live with her!' Ron joked, 'Also,' He continued, 'she wouldn't shut up about how cute it is in our second year.'

Harry began to blush slightly at remembering the poem Ginny had written for him in his second year. She really did have a thing for him.

'Believe me, it was hard enough hearing from her all summer long after our first year, and she hadn't even met you yet!' Ron rolled his eyes. 'I think she might have also stolen a photo I had of us.'

Harry chuckled.

'I mean talk about obsessive!'

'If you don't like it, then think of it as dedication?' Harry teased. Ron smacked him up the back of the head.

Walking through all the corridors seemed like ages. Everybody kept on staring at Harry; pointing and whispering.

'Want to take a short cut?' Ron suggested.

'Gladly.'

They steered off towards a bookshelf and Ron pushed it slightly to the left, revealing a gap that was part of a hidden passage.

'Didn't think this one would still be here.' Ron exclaimed sliding into the gap and popping out the other side. Harry did the same and pulled the handle on the back of the bookshelf back across, shutting it off from any other student's views.

They walked silently along the empty passage way before Ron spoke. 'Do you still want to know why Hermione ran out of our room this morning?'

'I don't really care, but if you want to tell me you can.' He shrugged.

Ron thought about it for a moment, he seemed to be contemplating whether or not to tell him. His ears turned red and he shook his head. 'Don't worry. I'm not sure if she would be on the same page as me about telling you.'

'No pressure then.'

'Pressure. Haha.' Ron stiffly chuckled, moving averting Harry's eyes.

Harry didn't even bother questioning him about his behaviour, thinking it was just him and his hungriness.

Harry reached the end first and pulled on the handle of the back of the bookshelf, opening it slightly before poking his head out a bit. The hallway seemed to be clear for the moment, he opened it far enough for him to shift through and walked into the hall. Ron followed behind, pulling the bookcase across the hole.

They walked further down the hall then made a right, coming into the grand entrance and walking through another door before walking through the big double doors to the Great Hall.

A shiver went down Harry's spine as his eyes unconsciously wandered over to the spot where he and Voldemort had fought their last battle. In that same spot an innocent first year was giggling at something her friend had said, she threw a piece of bacon at her and then ducked as her friend threw another piece back at her.

Harry sighed and sat down at an empty spot in front of Hermione who was reading a thick book. 'Light reading again?' he teased. Hermione looked up at him and smiled, 'Yep.'

Harry laughed. 'Where's Ginny? She said she would be down here.' Harry looked down the long table and was dejected to see her not there.

'She said she had to go to the loo.' Hermione said, eyes moving so fast across the page Harry got dizzy trying to follow hers.

Harry saw Ron's hand reach out and grab a couple pieces of toast, an apple and a handful of pancakes, dropping them onto his plate and beginning to eat the toast first.

Harry too reached out and grabbed a piece of toast, liking how warm it was in his hand.

Hermione seemed to not have any food on her plate and Ron took note. 'Want some pancakes Hermione? They're nice and warm.' He added when she shook her head. 'Come on, for me? Please.' He lowered his head a bit and stared into her eyes. She groaned and snatched a piece from his plate. 'Happy?'

'Not really. You ate one of mine.' Ron grabbed another piece and slapped it back onto his plate.

Hermione cut up her pancake and put it into her mouth, her eyebrows close together. 'I hate it when you use that on me.'

'Use what? I don't have any idea what you're talking about.' He said looking away.

Harry smiled slightly.

A hoot called, and then hundreds of owls appeared, the hooting getting louder, they dropped letters and parcels and then left.

Hermione pushed aside her book and opened up the Daily Prophet which she had signed up to again.

'Anything interesting?' Harry asked, standing up slightly in his chair to see the newspaper.

'Not really. Just that they might have another lead on a group of Death Eaters.'

'And that's not considered interesting?' Harry asked, reaching out and taking the newspaper from her. She gave it to him and began to read her book again, there was no book mark but she seemed to have opened to the same page as before.

Harry skimmed the article, looking for anything vital but he didn't come across anything. He set it back down on the table and looked across to the big window behind the teacher's tables. Professor McGonagall seemed to have begun to make her way down the Gryffindor table, handing out timetables.

'And now we are officially doing year 7.' Harry mumbled, looking at McGonagall.

Hermione looked up to see what people around were complaining about and her eyes lit up. Literally. She bounced in her chair until McGonagall eventually made her way down and handed her her timetable.

Her face fell the second she looked at it.

'What do you have first up?' Harry asked, grinning at the way her face looked.

'Potions, with the Slytherin's.'

'Ha!' Harry laughed.

'I wouldn't be laughing to soon Mr. Potter.' McGonagall handed him his timetable and it wiped the smile off his face.

'Potions?' he looked shocked.

Ron got handed his and patted Harry on the back. 'Don't worry, we can all suffer together.' He showed Harry his and Harry smiled at the similarity in theirs. 'We have all the same subjects.' Ron stated.

'What do you have second period Hermione?' Harry asked, looking at her studying her timetable. Harry was sure she already knew it off by heart by now.

'Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw.'

'Well that shouldn't be too bad.'

'Well why would it be? I get to be with Luna and Ginny.'

'How do you know what Ginny chose?' Harry stated.

'Harry, unlike you, we talk.' She said this like it was obvious, she then shook her head and continued reading.

Harry rolled his eyes and continued reading his timetable. 'What do you want to do second period Ron?' Harry asked.

'Quidditch pitch, I could do with a good practise.' He smiled then took another bite out of his apple.
'We should get our books for Potions.' He rolled his eyes. 'I hope Professor Pierce doesn't favour Slytherin's. I would hate having to do that again.'

Harry smiled a bit for Ron's benefit as he looked over at him.

'You coming Hermione?' Harry asked.

'Yeah, but don't wait for me. I want to finish this page.' She waved her hand in the general direction of the door, her head still bent over the book.

Harry rose and walked up the Grand Staircase towards Gryffindor tower, Ron walking beside him, chewing on his green apple.

They walked into their dorm and stashed their books into their bags, complaining about Slytherin's and Potion classes.

As they made their way down the stairs once again, heading towards the dungeon, Harry could smell the familiar odour of potions bubbling.

He took in a deep breath and smiled at Ron. 'Brings back old memories doesn't it?'

'Yeah, Snape announcing to the class that you're the new celebrity and telling you that your potions suck.' Ron laughed at the memory.

'You know he never actually said they sucked.'

'If you say so.' He chuckled and opened up the door to the classroom. It was dark and smelt of funny things. The air was thick of some sort of green smoke which Ron instantly choked on and started to cough.

Harry hit him on the back a couple of times until a voice interrupted Ron's choking.

'Oh dear.'

Professor Slughorn walked through the thick smoke and patted Ron on the back twice.

'I didn't know you would be arriving so early. The smoke should clear out in a few minutes, was just finishing up the first batch of your assessment today.' He smiled and then shook Harry's hand. 'Didn't think I would get another chance to see you again my dear boy.'

'Professor, yeah, nice to see you again.' Harry smiled and shook Slughorn's hand.

'You wouldn't happen to still want to attend my Slug Club parties wouldn't you?' the professor smiled broadly.

'Certainly Professor.'

'Wonderful.' He looked at Ron. 'You wouldn't mind coming too would you Mr. Weasley?'

Ron looked like he had just been slapped in the face instead of invited to a party. He was speechless for a moment before he shook his head slightly and grinned, 'No, not at all.'

'Great! Well better sit down before you lose the seats you want.' He wavered towards the green smoke, a frown on his face. 'That's if you can find them. Hmm.'

'Professor?' Hermione's voice was soft and Harry could just make out her appearance through the smoke.

'In here! Oh Miss Granger, wonderful to see you again.' He smiled and received a hug from her which he chuckled at and patted her on the shoulder.

'Great to see you again sir.' Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in Harry and Ron sitting alone at a table.

'Would you still be interested in attending one of my Slug Parties?' Professor Slughorn's voice brought Hermione's attention back to him.

'Slug Party? Sure!' She exclaimed, coughing a bit from the smoke.

'I should clear out this smoke shouldn't I? Before someone else chokes to death.' He chuckled and removed his wand from his robe, waving it once in the air, making the green smoke disappear.

Things became clearer and Harry jumped at the sudden appearance of a red headed girl in front of him.

Sorry if the ending is a bit obvious and boring but I had to end it somehow and I wanted to post it up soon because I already knew it was late :/

So once again I apologize for its lateness, oh and that I will have Harry and Ginny together by the end of the next chapter. Probably. :) you will just have to read and find out!

Also, I will explain what Ron and Hermione are planning on telling Harry in the next chapter, well they probably won't tell him ;)

Reviews are greatly appreciated :D