A/N: Okay, my favorite readers... the next installment of 'Live, Laugh, Love'! I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much as I've said I would, but I will work harder to get going. Mainly cuz we're getting to the first super-ultra-major plot point that blows everything out of the water, and cuz of the stupid SOPA thing that could shut down half the internet, including Fanfiction... Anyway, more will be coming your way soon...

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. I have no claims to the characters or original storyline created by J.K. Rowling.

When we last left our beloved characters: "Night, Ginny."

"Mornin' Gin," Ron said as he sat down at the breakfast table.

"Good morning, Ron," She said cheerfully, passing the plate of bacon his way.

"What's with you?" he asked, putting a slice of crispy bacon in his mouth and choosing the choicest pieces to pile on his plate.

"What? I can't be pleasant in the mornings to my brother?" she said as Harry entered the room, kissing her on top of the head before sitting down next to her.

"You could be entertaining Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle right now, and it would be more normal than you being pleasant in the mornings," Ron said, concentrating on making a tower of bacon that was already ten slices high.

Ginny raised her eyebrows, in a threatening manner. Without warning she yanked the plate away from Ron passing it to Harry bumping her brother's plate simultaneously. The tower of almost fifteen slices of bacon toppled and scattered across the table.

"Hey!"

"Ronald, Ginevra," growled their mother from the stove, back turned to them. The two siblings turned to their breakfast after doing a short glaring war. George and Percy entered through the back door to be greeted by , who gave both a kiss on the cheek.

"Can't stay long, mother," Percy said. "I've got to get back to the shop and work on the accounting. George hasn't organized any of it since they began the shop, and I have to get him all caught up."

"Of course, dear," Molly said with a smile. "Well, sit down and have some breakfast, anyway."

"Here comes the post, mum," said George, who had just glanced out the window.

"It's about time," said Mr. Weasley, "They are later than normal, today."

"Well, there has been chatter in the shop that they're still having issues with rounding up the dementors, and its still causing bad weather. The Aurors have been scattered all over the place, too busy to handle it," George said as the three black dots, identified as owls grew more distinct as they neared.

"Well they are recruiting heavily, but they have high standards," Mr. Weasley said. "Kingsley told me once that only five out of twenty make it all the way through the three year training." The three owls braced themselves for landing and soon landed, taking up the entire window sill.

"George, be a dear and grab that, would you?" Mrs. Weasley said, pointing her knife at the birds, who hooted angrily at her.

George went to the Daily Prophet owl first, untied the paper, sticking a few small coins in the pay bag. As it flew away, George tossed the paper across the kitchen to his father. He moved to the next bird, a handsome eagle owl with brilliant orange eyes, that had a purple Quibbler tied to its ankle. He politely held it out as George removed the magazine.

"Who wants the newest edition of the Quibbler?"

"I'll take it," Ginny said. George handed it to her over the table and went to remove the post from the final owl's leg, but the eagle owl remained on the sill.

"I would pay the bugger, but there's no pouch," George said, looking at Ginny in confusion. He waved his arms at the birds, "Shoo."

She simply flipped a few pages scanning the contents of the newest edition. "Luna made sure that we had a lifelong subscription with them. She sent the owl specially for us."

"Well then why isn't he leaving?" asked Harry.

"Because he's your birthday present, from me," Ginny said coolly, still not looking up from the Quibbler. Harry paused then turned to her, and stared. Ginny finally tore herself away from the Quibbler and looked at him. "Problem?"

"What happened to," he raised the pitch of his voice in mockery and flipped his hair, "'Oh Harry I wasn't sure what to get you-'"

She slapped him on the shoulder as George and Ron rolled with laughter. "I can take him back this afternoon, if you're going to be that way."

"No, he's brilliant. Thank you," Harry said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

Sensing that he was accepted, the owl flew further into the house, perching himself on the back of Harry's chair.

"So what do you think you're going to call him, Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking up from the Prophet.

"Dunno yet," Harry answered, looking at the charming owl.

"I've been calling him Aries, since I got him for you. I don't know why, but it just sort of popped into my head. You can call him what you want though," Ginny said.

"No, I like it," Harry said, stroking him. Aries hooted softly and gently nibbled Harry's finger, in affection.

"Fitting," said George.

"What's that?" asked Mrs. Weasley, who had finished serving breakfast.

"That the hero that ended the war gets an owl who's named after the Greek God of War," George explained.

The final owl, annoyed at being ignored, hooted angrily and flapped its wings. George went over and removed the remaining post from the owl's leg. It hooted gratefully and took off out the window, heading northward.

"Ah, Hogwarts letters," George said, passing them each to their owner. Ron, Harry, and Ginny all looked at each other, waiting for the others to start opening their letter first.

"Well, no use waiting," Ron said, looking at his sister and best mate. Tearing the wax seal with his knife, he pulled out the folded piece of parchment. He glanced around the room before unfolding it and reading the contents of the letter.

Dear Mr. Weasley,

I understand your hesitation in returning to Hogwarts, but I write you in hopes that I may convince you in agreeing to one of my offers.

Your situation, along with many others of your class, has been analyzed by myself, the other faculty, and the Board members. We would like to place before you the opportunity to return to the school to finish your education. I will not waste time in blathering on, as you are a rather stubborn individual, if I may say so myself, and if you have made up your mind already there is no hope in convincing you.

Secondly, If I cannot get you here to finish your schooling by attending classes within the school, there is the possibility that you may take the N.E.W.T exam in exchange for credit.

I know that you will choose the right choice, Mr. Weasley. I hope that you can put the past behind you where it belongs and live your life as the daring, chivalrous, and brave young man I know you to be, as I know all Weasleys to be.

Good fortune to you and those around you,

Minerva McGonagall

Ron folded the letter and looked up to see all eyes on him. "Nothing too special. McGonagall wants me to return to school of course, but she didn't press it much." He gave them all a weak smile, before nodding to Harry. "Your turn mate."

"I'm sure I got the same thing as you," Harry said. "Though I did talk to her afterwards about not wishing to return." They all watched him intently as he read. Towards the middle of the letter, he frowned in confusion. He slowly looked at Ginny with a puzzling expression.

"What is it?" she asked.

"They want me to teach." It sounded as more of a question than a statement.

"What?" Ginny asked, taking the parchment from him and skimming it. At the end she chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"For starters, that my boyfriend is going to be a guest teacher to my Defense classes."

"Hey, I have yet to accept or deny the offer," he said, with a raised eyebrow. "Now, enough about my letter. What about yours?"

Ginny opened the envelope, sighed, then unfolded the parchment. A smile spread across her face as she read. "I'm a prefect, and team captain," she said quietly, re-reading the letter. She looked up at Harry and said more confidently, "I'm a prefect and team captain." She suddenly kissed Harry vibrantly on the lips.

"Oi! Knock that off!" Ron said, George simply cat-called, and Percy looked as though someone had hit him over the head with a cauldron.

"Ginevra Weasley," Mrs. Weasley breathed, but Arthur stepped in.

"Okay I think that's enough of that behavior, Ginevra," he said sternly, but hid a smile as the two separated, Harry looking rather shocked.

A knock came from the back door and Ron opened it to reveal Hermione, rocking back and forth on her toes, in the doorway.

Ron grinned, "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I couldn't wait to tell you," she said with a smile.

"Tell me what?" he asked, stepping aside, allowing her to come inside.

She turned to the family, "I am glad to announce that I was accepted to come back to Hogwarts for a final year of schooling."

"Oh congratulations, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, giving her a big hug. Ron smiled at her when the two separated.

She grinned back and continued, "Also, Professor McGonagall allowed me the honor of being Head Girl."

"Really?" Ron asked. She nodded. "That's great!" He gave her a hug, lifting her off her feet. Ron set her down before kissing her on the nose. "I'm happy for you."

Hermione failed to suppress her grinning, but turned to Ginny, "I guess the two of us are going back."

"Nope, the three of us," Ginny said, slipping her hand in Harry's.

Hermione frowned and looked at Harry, "What?"

He looked at Ginny knowingly before answering, "I haven't sent McGonagall my reply, yet. But she is requesting that I assist the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher on occasion, maybe even teach my own advanced classes."

"That's brilliant, Harry," she said, giving him a hug.

"Well, if you're available this afternoon, Hermione, we could all go together for school supplies," Mrs. Weasley offered.

"Sounds excellent, Mrs. Weasley," she said.

"Wonderful, dear. How about you sit down and eat something?" Molly answered with her trademark smile.

A/N: Getting so close you can almost taste it... but please don't lick the computer screen...