“Hi Hermione! Hi Ron!”  Harry said walking into the kitchen at the burrow. 
“Hey Harry.”  They both said at the same time.  Ron had his arm around Hermione and her face was all squinched up like she didn’t want to be touched.
Harry rounded the corner and opened the refrigerator and pulled out a butter beer.  The window was open and a soft breeze was blowing through the house.  The breeze that blew so soft that way often reminded him of those whom he had lost because of that war.  For a brief moment his mind drifted to Sirius and then Fred.  Shaking that thought away he looked back over at Ron and Hermione.
 “Hey Ron, do you want to go play quidditch later?  Gin and I had planned on it.  We could invite George, Bill, and Charlie too.”  He asked.
“Yeah, Harry.  I’ve missed doing stuff like that.”  Ron replied.
“Well, If you guys don’t mind I need to go into town to go to the library.”  Hermione said. 
“Sure, love.” Ron said.
Hermione turned on her heel and rolled her eyes, she hadn’t noticed that Harry had seen. 

Harry Walked up to the room that he and Ron shared when every one was back at the burrow.  Scrimmaging through the pile of things on the floor that he had brought from his flat with him he was shocked to see an owl sitting on the window sill.  He walked over to the window and removed a letter from the owl’s foot that had “Mr. Harry Potter” written on the outside. 
He returned to his bed and sat down with his letter.  The old yellowed parchment crinkled as he opened it up. 
‘Dear Mr. Potter,
I am aware that this is short notice, but I feel that I must speak to you at once.  With the passing of our beloved Albus, I have gladly taken over his post as Headmaster here.  The last three years have passed in which I have enjoyed my duties here as headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  I would very much like to speak to you tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock PM promptly.  Please arrive on time as I am an old woman with many things to do. 
Mr. Potter, I miss very much having you, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Granger here at Hogwarts, things are most definitely not as interesting with out the three of you here to cause trouble. 
I look forward to seeing you again. 
Until tomorrow. 
M. McGonagal.’

    “That is strange.”  Harry said, shrugging the letter off until it was time to go back to Hogwarts, how hard would that be?  He had not been back since he and his two best friends left at the end of their sixth year, and then to fight in the war.  He did not want to remember Hogwarts by the war, but by wrestling the Troll in his first year with Ron and Hermione, by the afternoons spent walking the grounds, or by days spent at quidditch practice.  That was what Hogwarts was for him, the war did not exist any more.

An hour later Harry was outside playing quidditch with the Weasley children.  He, Ginny, and Charlie were beating the socks off of Ron, Bill and George.  Harry and Bill were playing both seeker and chaser while Charlie and George played beater and Ginny and Ron played keeper.  Harry and Ginny were always on the same team, she was so competitive that it was almost detrimental to their relationship for them to play on opposing teams.  Harry looked down at Hermione who was reading peacefully with her hair blowing in the wind. 

“GAME!!!!!” Bill called, apparently he had caught the snitch while Harry was not looking for it. 
They all flew to the ground where they dismounted their brooms.  “Good game.” Harry said to Bill. 
“Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked.
“Sure Bill.” 
The two men walked over to a picnic table diagonal from the quidditch pitch. 

Sitting on the table Bill looked over to Harry.
“Harry, are things alright with you and Gin?”  He asked.
“Yeah, I mean we’ve been together forever, I think she wants to get married, and while that is definitely in the future, I just don’t know if I want to be married at twenty.”  He said.
“So you’re saying she resents that.” 
“Yeah, I think she does, and I feel bad about it.  But I don’t want to do anything we aren’t ready for.  Nothing we will regret.  I’ve just lost so many people, I want for us both to be totally certain.”  He said.
“I respect that, I just noticed you looking at Hermione earlier.  I have not seen you look at Ginny that way in a really long time.”  Bill said to Harry.
“Hermione is like my sister.  I mean one day she will be.  Ginny is the girl that I love.  Granted sometimes I notice how attractive other girls are, including ‘Mione, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love Gin.  Ron and Hermione are perfect together, besides they are engaged.  And Ginny and I may as well be, I mean to her we are.  And in a few years we should be married.  I am happy Bill, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have hormones.  I know you look at other than Fleur.”  He said.
“Yeah, I do.  I just want to know that’s all it is.”
Harry laughed, “Yeah, I mean Hell I look at Fleur a lot.” 
Bill laughed in return. “Most people do.  I’m just lucky enough to get to look at her all the time. Okay Harry, I feel better.  Just know that I think of you as a brother, not just because you’re with Gin, but because you really are part of this family.  I mean I’m not threatening to break your ankles or anything, I know how hard relationships are.”

Harry looked over at Ginny and smiled.  Ron was sitting under the tree with Hermione talking.  He walked over to Ginny and grabbed her hand.
“I’m sorry we didn’t win.” He said.
“It’s okay, I’ll let you win something else if you take me to dinner tonight.” She said laughing.
“You’re on.”  He said.

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