A/N: This is my first fanfic and I'm not that great of a writer so... :)

It had been a few weeks since the end of the war and life was getting back on track.

George had returned to Diagon Alley and was preparing to reopen the joke shop without his brother. Harry could tell that grief still pulled at the remaining Weasley twin, but that George was trying his hardest to move on.

Hermione had brought her parents home from Australia and revived their memories. They had not been pleased with Hermione's decision to modify their minds but understood the reasoning behind it. They were now living in a small apartment in London since their old house had been sold before the move to Austrailia. Hermione had chosen to stay at the Burrow for the time being, claiming that the apartment was too small for three people and that she wanted to be there for the Weasleys during their time of need.

Ginny had been spending increasing amounts of time at George's shop; helping him prepare for the reopening. Mrs. Weasley had been reluctant to let her youngest child out of her sight but realized that George's needs were greater than her own.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast in the Burrow's kitchen one morning when the owl arrived. Harry noticed the bird immediately. He had thought that it was Hedwig because it had pale feathers and glowing eyes. As the owl approached, Harry saw that it did not have snowy white plumage and amber eyes as Hedwig had while alive, but rather light beige feathers and dark brown eyes. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and opened the kitchen window. The owl swooped in and landed with a thud on the kitchen table. There were three letters tied to the owl's leg. Harry untied them and passed them out. Ron, Hermione, and himself had each received a letter with their names scrawled on the envelopes in bright green ink. The Hogwarts crest adorned the back, sealing them closed.

"Blimey, these aren't book lists for us are they?" Ron asked, twisting the letter back and forth so as to catch light on the Hogwarts wax seal.

"No, they can't be." Hermione intoned logically, "We aren't even students anymore. Besides, Ginny would have gotten one too."

Harry sat up straighter at the sound of Ginny's name. They hadn't spoken much since the battle. Harry knew Ginny was still distressed over the death of her brother and he didn't want to restart their relationship until she was emotionally ready.

Harry snapped out of his daydream when he heard Hermione sigh with impatience. "I guess I'm going to open it then." she said, grabbing a knife off of the table and slicing through the seal on the envelope. Hermione pulled the letter out of its envelope and began to read it quickly, her eyes sliding back and forth at an alarming rate. "Its from Professor McGonagall. It says that she wants us to meet her at a restaurant called The Phoenix, on Palace Street, in Victoria tomorrow at 11 o' clock. I wonder why on earth she wants see us?"

"She probably wants to make you a teacher or something, Hermione." Ron said sniggering.

"I doubt that very much Ronald! I didn't even complete my education." Hermione retorted, fidgeting in her chair as though she was embarrassed to say those words out loud. Ron wisely backed off the subject and Harry opened his letter. It seemed to be the same one that Hermione had.

They spent the rest of the day theorizing about the meeting. Each scenario they crafted was more unlikely then the last. Finally, nighttime arrived and all three went to bed.

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The next morning, Harry got up earlier than usual. He was anxious for the meeting with Professor McGonagall. Harry hoped that his former teacher didn't try to convince him to return to Hogwarts. He desperately wanted to see the castle again but knew that the bad memories collected there were still too fresh to revisit.

Harry got dressed and wandered down to the Burrow's kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was standing at the counter, preparing a skillet full of bacon.

"Morning, Harry, dear. Spot of breakfast?" Harry nodded and smiled. As he sat down, Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley kept glancing at him nervously, as if she were hiding something.

Trying to ignore Mrs. Weasley's attentions, Harry turned in his seat and looked at the wall where the Weasley's magical clock hung. Instead of numbers, the clock face was engraved with sayings like; "HOME," "TRAVELING," and "MORTAL PERIL." Nine hands adorned the clock. When Bill and Fleur had gotten married last year, a hand with Fleur's name had magically appeared on the clock. Mrs. Weasley had said that this was not her doing and that that clock had been adding hands to itself since she first began having children. It was no surprise then, that when the family had returned to the Burrow, after the battle, Fred's clock hand was not there. Mrs. Weasley had been deeply shaken by this and had taken to ignoring the clock's presence altogether.

Ron and Hermione arrived in the kitchen twenty minutes later, looking slightly nervous. They sat down with Harry and had a silent breakfast. Just as the group was finishing their meal, Mr. Weasley walked into the kitchen.

"Mo-orn-ning, all." he said, yawning. "I don't have to go into work today so Mrs. Weasley and I will apparate with you all to The Three Broomsticks- we have stuff to pick up on Diagon Alley."

"What sort of stuff, Dad?" Ron asked. Mr. Weasley shifted his jaw from one side to the other and scratched the back of his head anxiously.

"Just odds and ends, you know." Mrs. Weasley squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual.

Honestly, Harry thought that neither himself nor Ron or Hermione did know what Mrs. Weasley was talking about. They chose to keep quiet, though, and let the awkward moment pass.

At 10:30, the group of five walked out to the apparation point, turned on the spot, and dissapeared.

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I'm going an vacation for a week so I will upload more chapters when I get back