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Harry didn't want to go back to Hogwarts. The memories of the war were too painful, too fresh. Harry knew that when he saw the forbidden forest, he would see Voldemort, and the people he took from Harry. He knew that when he looked at the Whomping Willow, he would think of Snape and his sacrifice. Harry knew that whenever he walked into the Great Hall, he would see the dead, lined up in neat little rows that only made the pain worse.

But there were good memories there too. Visiting Hagrid in his hut, being overwhelmed with homework, playing Quidditch, talking with Ron and Hermione, and, of course, all the time he had spent alone with Ginny.

Harry thought of his friends, and smiled. He didn't have to go back to Hogwarts, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, had announced that all who fought at the Battle of Hogwarts would be able to become an Auror without N.E.W.T.s.

But Harry knew that Ginny was being forced to go back for her seventh year by Mrs. Weasley, not being quite seventeen. Hermione wanted to go back, as it was hard enough to skip her seventh year, even though her life was in danger. Ron had caved to Hermione almost instantly, so if Harry went on, he would be without his friends or his girlfriend.

It was then that Harry finally decided to go back. Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, was going back to Hogwarts.

I don't really like this chapter, it's too short and nothing happens! But his is just the prologue, so keep reading. It gets better and more interesting, so don't judge on this chapter!