True Love Conquers All

Summary: It is their 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Voldemort is gone, having been defeated by Harry almost two months ago. Harry is looking forward to the approaching school year because of two reasons: 1) it means Harry will be able to finally leave the Dursleys behind for good and 2) he will get to see all his friends again, but especially one in particular...

Author's Note: This is a story with the main pairing of HG/HP. I'm open to suggestions about any other pairings you might like to see incorporated into the story, and I will try my best!

Disclaimer: All of the HP characters belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling, but she's kind enough to let me borrow them every now and then for my own now, for instance.

Warning: Order of the Phoenix spoilers!!


Chapter 1

Harry awoke to his darkened room at Number Four, Privet Drive. He had been dreaming; he remembered that much, at least, but what had it been about? It had been a nice dream, whatever it was. Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to remember...His eyes flew open again and he gave an exasperated sigh. All he remembered was a feeling of...familiarity. Yes, that was it. Wherever he had been or who ever he had been with he was extremely comfortable being around. Maybe I was at Hogwarts, thought Harry. Oh well.

He sat up and, in one motion, threw off his meager blanket as his legs went over the side of the bed. Harry proceeded to wipe sleep out of his eyes and run his hands through his hair, causing it to stand on end and giving it that "electrical shock" look that wasn't uncommon with Harry's hair in the first place. He put his glasses on and looked over his shoulder at Hedwig's cage. He had let her out to hunt the night before, but she had yet to return.

Harry gave a little shrug and stood to stretch. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror in his wardrobe closet. Harry put his arms back down at his sides and stared at himself. The sixteen-almost-seventeen-year- old staring back was scrawny, but not like before. He'd put on some muscle the year before, getting ready for the battle with Voldemort he knew had been coming. It had not been his intention to get a little beefed up, but it had been the outcome. He'd had another growth spurt and was now about 5'8". His hair was still terribly unruly, but at least his bangs served their purpose. They hid his lightning bolt-shaped scar quite nicely. The scar was a constant reminder of how close Harry had come to meeting his demise on countless occasions. The most recent had been the most terrifying, because of what had almost happened to...

Harry was pulled from his thoughts, however, when a snowy white owl flew in the open window and landed gracefully on his bed. Harry smiled and walked toward his owl. "Hi Hedwig," Harry said, carefully rubbing her feathers. "Successful hunt?" Hedwig nipped Harry's finger affectionately before picking up what appeared to be a dead mouse and flying to her cage with it. Harry opened his door very quietly so as not to disturb the still-sleeping Dursleys. Harry didn't think this precaution was necessary, considering you wouldn't be able to hear a volcano erupting over the combination of Uncle Vernon's and Dudley's snoring. Aunt Petunia was another matter entirely. She had the hearing of a hawk. Even if she appeared to be concentrating on something else, she was always tuned in to the sounds around her. Harry remembered times when he was younger trying to sneak out of or back into the house, being careful not to make the slightest sound. Aunt Petunia would show up either right behind him (scaring him half to death when she cleared her throat) or directly in his path, starting down her pointed nose at him, her lip curled back exposing her horsey teeth in a sneer that reminded Harry of Professor Snape, his potion's master at Hogwarts.

Harry frowned at the thought of Snape. He, unfortunately, didn't ditch that class after his 5th year. Amazingly, he had received an "Outstanding" on the potions portion of the O.W.L.s So, deciding it would be beneficial to his future aspirations to become an Auror, he stuck with the class. Even now, the thought of the look on Snape's face when Harry had walked into his classroom at the beginning of his 6th year was absolutely priceless. Hermione was also still taking the class with Harry, but Ron had told them both that there was no way he was going within a hundred feet of Snape ever again if he had a choice. Malfoy, unfortunately, had also been in the class.

However, Harry had recently gotten wind of a rumor from Ron that Malfoy had moved away. You see, Malfoy's mother had been killed by Lord Voldemort as punishment for something Lucius had done. Lucius had then been arrested (yet again) and sent to Azkaban under a very heavy sentence. Many Death Eaters had either been arrested or killed during Harry's most recent (and final) encounter with Voldemort. Obliviously, Harry had prevailed and finally got rid of the Dark Lord once and for all. But even doing that had come with a price...

Harry walked into the kitchen. The rising sun had given it a golden-glow look. He looked up at the clock on the wall. Mr. Weasley was due to pick Harry up in a couple of hours. The plan was for Harry to spend the rest of summer with the Weasleys before returning to Hogwarts for his final year. Harry turned and bounded up the stairs, eager to get to his packing. Harry went into his room, quietly closing the door behind him, and began tossing stuff into his trunk.

2 hours later...

Harry walked back into his room to grab Hedwig's cage, the last thing he needed before he would be fully ready to go. He took one last look around the room, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Positive that he hadn't, Harry walked out of the room that had been his for several years. He felt no sense of loss whatsoever when the thought hit him that he would never see the room again. Harry shut the door and made his way down the stairs back to the living room. There was still no sign of the Dursleys, but Harry hadn't really expected them to get up and see him off for the final time. Even this didn't damper Harry's spirits. He was still overjoyed with the thought that he would never have to see the Dursleys again. Harry had no idea what he was going to do once he got out of Hogwarts, but he decided to think about it another day. Mr. Weasley had just popped out of the fireplace; right on time, for once.

"Hello, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, grinning broadly. "Ready to go?"

"Yes," responded Harry, already gathering up his trunk. Mr. Weasley rushed to grab the other end of the trunk and, together, they heaved it into the fireplace.

"I'll go on with your trunk," said Mr. Weasley, wiping his brow. "You come right behind me with your owl's cage, okay?"

"Yes," replied Harry, taking a handful of Floo Powder from him.

Mr. Weasley stepped into the fireplace, next to Harry's trunk, and shouted, "The Burrow!" The next moment he was in the midst of green flames, but he disappeared before Harry had time to even blink. Harry then stepped into the fireplace himself. He looked around at the Dursleys "unnaturally clean" (as Tonks had so gracefully put it the first time he ever met her) living room. He smiled to himself, shouted, "The Burrow!", and heard the familiar whooshing noise that accompanied traveling by Floo Powder.


TBC... Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think by reviewing. I can take constructive criticism people, but please be nice with the flames!