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Everyone who missed their last year at Hogwarts has been invited back to finish their NEWTS. Harry, Hermione and Ron have accepted the invitaition, but now that the war is over things have changed. The golden trio has changed. Harry is no longer inhibited by imminent death, so finally is living life without regrets. Ron is no longer described as 'Harry Potter's best friend', he's famous for his own reasons and enjoying every minute of it. Hermione has experienced the world outside of Hogwarts meaning she's already learned everything she needs to survive it and therefore her studies aren't her obsession anymore. What will the Golden trio get up to with their new found clarity? Who else has returned to Hogwarts?
Hogwarts will never be the same again...

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Dear Harry James Potter

You have been invited back to finish your NEWTS at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Your 7th year is an important time in your magical education, these qualifications are important for your future. We would like your acceptance owl as soon as possible. We look forward to seeing you on September 1st, the train leaves at exactly 11'oClock from platform nine and three quarters.

Yours Sincerely

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Harry, read and re-read his Hogwarts letter what seemed like ten thousand times-pacing around Grimauld place in a trance. The war is over, Voldermort is gone, the sting of lost friends is ebbing and the magical world is being re-built. Nothing was stopping him from finishing his 7th year. He'd get to see all his old friends, the media wouldn't be able to harrass him and he'd be returning to the only place that had ever felt like home. There didn't seem like a downside.

A loud screech jolted Harry out of his rambling thoughts, instincts kicked in and he immediantly spun around wand in hand pointing at the sleek black owl perched on his kitchen table. Harry let out a sigh and sheathed his wand in his jeans pocket. It was going to be a while before he let his guard down...not that he even knew how to.

Harry approached the sleek black owl waiting patiently by this mornings Daily Prophet and grabbed the silver envelope attached to its leg. As soon as he removed the letter, the bird let out a loud hoot and left through the open kitchen window. Harry turned over the letter, stamped in large red letters were the words CONFIDENTAIL over his houses address. He ripped open the envelope, a sharp prick stabbing his index finger causing him to drop the letter on the kitchen floor. "Ow!" he inspected the wound, a bead of blood oozing out of the small cut. Harry bent to pick up the envelopre again and quickly removed the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter

We are summoning you for the reading of your parents, James and Lily Potter's, Will and that of your godfather's Sirius Black's. We cannot stress how important it is for you to attend this summons, this is our 15th attempt at issuing you a letter. Please come to Gringotts Wizarding bank, Diagon alley, on July 24th at 2pm. Do not be late.

Yours Sincerely

Master Teller Ragnok

"FIFTEEN SUMMONS!" Harry roared. Grimauld place rattled with his anger, his excess magic adding to his fury ten fold. It took a full 30 minutes of trashing his house for his temper to calm down. After which Grimauld place looked like a battle field. This would be the point where Harry would floo over to the burrow and rant to Ron or Ginny; but lately something had been off about them so he decided to apparate to Hermione's instead. The sharp tugging in his navel and the squeezing sensation ripped through his body like a knife.

Harry landed heavily outside of 24 Primrose Crescent, Hertfordshire. The Grangers had bought the little suburban house when Hermione brought them back form Australia and reverted back their memories. Harry marched up the little garden path, the front door swining open just as he reached the porch. "Harry!" an older version of Hermione launched herself at him, drawing him into one of her death grip hugs.

"Hello , its good to see you too"

"Harry ma'boy, what brings us the pleasure" said, striding down the hallway passageway. Harry let go of Mrs. Granger and shook hands with her husband firmly, smiling at them both. The Grangers had become very close friends with Harry once Hermione had finally introduced them; they were eager to meet Hermione's best friend.

"Hello sir, I was just coming to see Hermione. Is she in?" Harry asked pleasently, while being lead into the Granger's kitchen.

"She's just upstairs, let me get her for you. Ian dear, put on the kettle will you?" Jean Granger asked her husband, not really giving him a choice in the matter. Ian and Harry exchanged an exasperated look before taking seats at the breakfast counter. It wasn't long before they heard the tell tale sign of Hermione Granger running down the stairs and Jean following closely behind.

"Harry!" Hermione drew him into a warm hug. "You got your letter too I presume, I tried calling you but your phone was engaged" she rambled, grabbing mugs from the kitchen cabinet and busying herself with making cups of tea.

"Yeah, well, when I got the letter, I got a little...angry. Might have to do a little re-decorating a Grimauld Place", Hermione didn't bother to respond to that, just giving him a hard look and placing a steaming cup of tea infront of him.

"So, are you going back?" before Harry could answer Jean broke in.

"Me and Ian are going to go finish the gardening, we'll leave you two kids to talk" they bustled out the back door leaving Hermione and Harry alone in the kitchen.

"You going to answer my question?"

"Have you spoken to Ron?" Harry countered and watched Hermione flinch at his name.

"Don't change the subject Harry, and no, I haven't spoken to him. I haven't seen or heard from him since his birthday" Hermione's voice was like ice, Harry could definately understand, Ron had been a dick to her and had been getting steadily worse ever since. Its seemed like this new attitude had infected the entire Weasley family, excepting George, Charlie and Arthur.

"I honestly don't know Mione. On the one hand it would be like letting out a deep breath that I've been holding since Voldermort gave me my scar, but on the other it would be like taking a step backward, I've already been offered a position as an Auror"-

-"Harry thats wonderful." He smiled at her off handly.

"Are you going?" he questioned, he wouldn't leave Hermione to face Ron alone; the ginger git was sure to be going back.

"I might, you know me. I can't resist finally getting my NEWT. Besides its not like we could ever fail the exams, we already know everything."

"Exactly why I think it would be like we were going backwards, we already know everything and more, than what they teach inside the walls of Hogwarts" he stressed running a hand through his un-ruly black hair. Hermione rested her hand on Harry's shoulder, giving it a sympathetic squeeze.

"Think of it as a Holiday, we've spent the past year and half hunting Voldermort and using every spell we've ever learned and more to defeat him."

"So your going back then" Harry said, a rhetorical question. He sighed heavily and clapped his hands together "I guess I'm going too, be nice to get away from the reporters" he smirked at her. They both laughed at his crude joke, life had definatly changed for them both since defeating Voldemort. Harry was being constantly hounded by reporters, government officials and a plague of women. Ever since the wizarding world found out Harry had dumped Ginny, he was now considered one of magic's most eligable bachelors, at 18. Hermione on the other hand had been dealing with the same reporters and admirers, plus hate mail for calling it quits with Ronald Weasley-magic's 2nd most eligable bachelor.

"Hermione there's something else, I got a letter from Gringotts today..." she pierced him with one of her famous penetrating stares. He handed her over the letter and waited patiently as she read it through thouroughly.

"I knew there was more to you demolishing your house than just recieving your Hogwarts letter" she slammed her hand down on the kitchen counter, the air around her crackling with magic. "Fifteen summons? How could you not have known about that? Maybe missing one or two, but fifteen!" she ranted, Harry didn't want to interrupt he knew exactly how good it felt to release those pent up emotions. "I mean how could they-how could you not-how did this happen!" she screached, the cup of tea in her hand exploded-she didn't even flinch.

"Feel better?" Harry asked, wandlessly fixing the broken cup and cleaning up the mess on the floor.

"Much better, so your going tomrrow right? July 24th is tomorrow" she insisted firmly. Not really giving him a choice in the matter, she was becoming scarily like her mother.

"Only if you come with. I think I'll need someone to help me face the crowds and whatever my parents Will's hold" he gave her a long look as she reached out again to give his hand a comforting squeeze.

"You didn't think I'd let you go alone, did you? I've stuck with you this far Harry, your like a brother to me, and mum and dad certainly think of you like a son. You are officially a Granger in our eyes" she smiled brightly at him, she could see him getting all choked up.

"She's telling the truth you know" Harry and Hermione turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Granger standing in the doorway. "You are like a son to us" Ian said, Jean tucked firmly under his shoulder.

"You don't know how much that means to me" Harry smiled nervously, finally feeling good about his decision to return to Hogwarts. He had a family, it might not be the one he was born with, but its the one he was proud to be a part of.

"Now that thats settled, what do you kids want for dinner?"