Disclaimer: All these wonderful characters belong to J.K. Rowling (I just torture them).

Spoilers: Books 1-6 (mainly OOTP, HPB)

Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter slash. Most of my HP stories have been general (no slash or much romance) but since I read slash I decided to try my hand at it! Pairing in this story is Draco/Harry. I do also have another in-progress Harry/Draco one out now called Pure Rhapsody!

STORY WARNING: Male/Male sexual situations!

Pairing: Draco/Harry

SYNOPSIS: Harry figures out a plan that destroys Voldemort and ends the war. After the war, Harry wonders what to do with his life. He soon finds himself in a prestigious professional Quidditch Academy. Starting a new life with a dream sounds wonderful until he realizes Draco Malfoy was also accepted and wants to become a famous player. Just when he thought all his problems had been solved, the rivalry between the two materializes once again. However, as his studies at the Academy begin to get more challenging, Harry realizes the rivalry between him and Draco is beginning to morph into something completely unexpected.

Chapter (Prologue) warning: A little of (reluctant)Harry/Ginny in this first chapter (don't worry it's the only and last!)


The wind blew so hard Harry's grip nearly slipped from his broom handle. It was dark—almost midnight now—and still he hadn't found any clue. Thankfully, winter was ending and spring was soon to come so he wasn't as numb as when he was searching during the winter. His eighteenth birthday was only a few months away, not that he was looking forward to it. He had temporarily ceased contact with any of his close friends who were trying to help him prepare for his battle with Voldemort. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were the very few he really kept in touch with since he wasn't attending Hogwarts for his last year (although it was more than half over already). He wasn't even sure Hogwarts would be safe any longer, but hopefully his friends would survive the war. He wasn't so sure about his self. So far, finding Voldemort's Horcruxes seemed to be an impossible mission. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Harry changed course and headed back to the abandoned chapel he had been hiding out in for the past few weeks.

The chapel had been abandoned for decades, from what Hermione had told him. She was the one who suggested that place for his hideaway. It was relatively isolated, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and a safe place for the time being. Ginny had wanted desperately to come with him. The last time he had seen her was shortly after Dumbledore's funeral when he had told her, Hermione and Ron that they could help him but they all had to stay apart (since all the Death Eaters and those on Voldemort's side wanted him dead). It would be too dangerous for his friends to stay anywhere near him.

Ginny had been very upset and reluctant to leave. She still considered them an item but Harry had said they should break it off for her safety. He really didn't feel romantically attached to her anymore, although he hadn't wanted to tell her that especially not at that point. Perhaps she had been an infatuation that he needed to distract himself from what was going on around him. It was true that although he was a teenager he never had time to deal with hormones or girls much at all. And she was conveniently there, being the younger girl who had a crush on him for years. Now, however he was consumed by his determination to stop Voldemort at all costs. So far he hadn't been able to find Voldemort's real Horcrux—the one that should've been there when he and Dumbledore had went for it. And he hadn't figured out who had taken it either. It was all so complex and there wasn't enough time to figure out where the other Horcruxes were. Harry was quickly becoming discouraged.

He reached the chapel and slumped down on the dingy mattress in the underground passage he had created. He managed to sneak food in from Hogsmeade, however many stores were closing because of Voldemort. Everyone was trying to find a place to hide and there weren't enough places in the world. Some were going to the muggle world to hide, but Voldemort would pillage the whole muggle world soon enough. There was just so much chaos that it was easy to give up hope. All the students were either remaining with their families in Hogwarts or went into hiding somewhere. Hermione and her family were staying with the Weasleys at Hogwarts (along with Neville and his grandma). It was of course temporary. Although Hogwarts was normally the safest place, it would definitely be one of Voldemort's targets. The Order had managed to stay together for the most part (though some members disappeared and others dropped out). Since Dumbledore was no longer there Mad-Eye Moody and Mr. Weasley had taken over the Order for the most part.

"It's hopeless! Dumbledore entrusted me to find the remainder of the Horcruxes and I can't even find one!" Harry snapped angrily.

He punched the wall, wishing that Sirius was still there. He was the only person Harry truly opened up to even more than Dumbledore. All the Slytherins had left Hogwarts (except for Blaise Zabini and his family plus Pansy Parkinson's family) and either joined Voldemort out of fear or also vanished without a trace (probably into hiding). Harry had gotten one small hint from visiting the old Riddle mansion. There was an old letter there that he had taken, which was still crumpled in his pocket. It looked like a clue to finding out one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, for it was addressed to Tom about some mystical and rare item he had wanted but the letter didn't state what the item was, where it had been placed or who the letter was even written by.

All of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry knew, were chosen delicately—they were normally objects of great power and significance to his past. Harry was certain if Voldemort had some sort of family heirloom (like a family ring or rare dark arts object) that would probably contain a soul, but Voldemort most likely kept it either on his person or nearby at all times. And how many did he make? Did he exceed seven? Dumbledore assumed Tom had reached seven, but he hadn't been sure. How was Harry supposed to find all of them before Voldemort began killing and burning cities and homes? Not only did he have to find them but he had to figure out to destroy each one as well. Dumbledore's charred hand came to mind and he shuddered.

"If only Voldemort didn't have Horcruxes this would be so much easier!"

Harry's head jerked upward and his back straightened instantly. "That's it!"

He jumped off the mattress and went digging around in his belongings until he found a mirror, similar to the one Sirius had given him that he had never used and broke out of anger. It was the only thing he used to keep in contact with his friends for emergency purposes. Quickly he tapped it and murmured: "Hermione Granger."

All at once behind the glass of the mirror swirls of blue and green mist appeared. For several minutes, Harry stared at it waiting for something to happen. Suddenly a face appeared in it—a tired and forlorn face.

"Harry?" Hermione asked sleepily.

"Sorry, if I woke you Hermione. It's an emergency!"

"Who is it? Is it Harry?" he heard Ginny's voice in the background.

His stomach clenched uncomfortably and Ginny's face appeared beside Hermione's. "Harry! Oh I'm so happy to see you're alright."

"Yeah, sorry but I've got to talk fast," Harry said quickly.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"I think I found a way to stop Voldemort but I need your help."

Ginny's eyes widened and she glanced at Hermione who was also staring back in shock.

"Of course! What's your plan?" Hermione exclaimed.

Harry licked his lips. "Well, I need to somehow go back in time…to when Voldemort had just come to Hogwarts. If I can stop him from creating Horcruxes and finding information about them, then he won't become immortal."

"Harry, going back that far in time is very tricky and the ingredients to make the potions necessary…well, they're hard to come by," Hermione said softly.

"I can get them! I know this place in Knockturn Alley, Borgin and Burkes! Borgin sells all kinds of illegal items to Slytherins; he's being doing it for Malfoy's father for years!" Harry exclaimed. "Please, we've got to try! I'm having too much trouble tracking down the Horcruxes."

Hermione bit her lip in thought and hesitantly she nodded. "Alright. I'll need you to pick up some supplies. If you can get all the ingredients then we could probably do it."

"Great! What items do I need?" Harry asked, fumbling around for a quill and parchment.

For a minute, Hermione had to think but once Harry was ready she answered.

"Okay, you'll need a staring glass eye (they're very rare), a poisonous candle, three black spiders, two shrunken heads, a snake skin, a vial of dragon blood and the hardest one to come by…you need something of the person whose past you want to change. If you manage to get all these items, Harry I've got the Time Turner we used back in our third year. This just might work!"

Harry nodded after jotting the rest down. "We can use Voldemort's old diary. It's still in Dumbledore's office so you'll need to get it. It's most likely with the Sorting Hat. And thanks Hermione, I'll knock on the seventh floor window of the Gryffindor Common Room once I've retrieved these. You get everything else set up."

Hermione nodded enthusiastically and Harry saw that Ginny looked sad.

"You help her out too, Ginny. I'll see you later."

Smiling, Ginny nodded and Harry tapped his wand on the mirror again to clear it. Most of the items he knew were at Borgins, but if it wasn't there he'd have to steal it from somewhere else. Immediately he swung his invisibility cloak over himself and flew on his Firebolt toward Knockturn Alley. Unfortunately, it wasn't as deserted as he hoped it would be. Many people in cloaks were walking around and Harry wasn't sure if they were Death Eaters, Slytherins or Order members in disguise. It was probably a mixture and he wasn't about to take any chances with being seen by anyone. Harry ducked inside of Borgins and Burkes. There was another customer being helped at the counter so Harry quietly snuck around the store. The spiders were easy to pick up and stun then slip them in his pocket. The shrunken heads he went for next, but he realized that there was only one on the shelf. Perhaps in back there were more…

Slipping around the corner, Harry nearly gasped as the customer walked right by him. Mr. Borgins was behind the counter and fiddling greedily with the money he was given. Very cautiously, Harry slipped closer toward the counter. Unfortunately, the man was in his way. Harry bit his lip hard and decided to distract him. With a wave of his wand, he had one of the items tip over. Mr. Borgins wheeled around and stomped over to it. Harry slipped behind the counter and into the back room as quickly and quietly as he could. Once there, he realized just how many items and shelves there were. He found another shrunken head easily. Walking past some more shelves, Harry decided to wave his wand around to see if there was anything hidden. The wall to his left opened and Harry smiled as he snuck inside. There were vials of unknown substances and bones of all sorts along with old books on Dark Arts. Harry's eyes moved to the third shelf that had a vial full of an interesting violet liquid. Standing on tip-toes, Harry reached up and grabbed it. The word's Hungarian Horntail Blood flashed at him and Harry smiled instantly. The potion slipped into his pocket just as he felt the hairs on his neck rise.

Using Quidditch instincts, Harry ducked suddenly and a curse just barely missed him. Unfortunately, his invisibility cloak slipped off him. Mr. Borgins sneered at him, keeping his wand pointed.

"Harry Potter…what brings you into my store? Stealing items that you aren't going to pay for now?"

"You wouldn't have given them to me even if I offered to pay," Harry replied bluntly.

He cursed his luck and held his wand tightly in his hand. Mr. Borgins had him cornered in the small secret room, but Harry wasn't about to let this man step in his way.

"Dragon's blood, huh? Whatever do you need that for?" he sneered again, stepping closer.

"None of your business!" Harry snapped.

"This is my store and only Slytherins are allowed!" Mr. Borgins glared cruelly.

Without a word, Harry shot up his wand in the air and Mr. Borgins wand flew out of his hand.

"You think I can't handle you? You're nothing compared to Voldemort!" Harry snarled.

Instead of looking surprised, Borgins just laughed coldly. "Perhaps Potter, the Dark Lord has had too much of an influence on you. You almost sound Slytherin."

"I'm half Slytherin actually," Harry said. "See?" he added in Parseltongue.

Now Mr. Borgins looked utterly shocked for a few seconds. He recovered quickly and pulled out a spare wand suddenly. Harry was thrown backward into the wall, stunned.

"You think I'm not prepared for thieves, Potter? I think it's time I took care of you…but don't worry, I won't kill you. No…I'll hand you over to the Dark Lord myself which will put me high on his good list."

Harry's gaze darkened as the man closed in. He reacted without thinking and kicked up a leg. The wand flew out of the man's hand and Harry's shoe collided with his face. The man stumbled backward, shocked and now bleeding.

"What a muggle move!" he snarled darkly.

"Obliviate!" Harry bellowed.

The man couldn't move out of the way in time and was suddenly consumed by the spell. Harry dodged around him before the spell had a full impact and wrapped his invisibility cloak around his self. Thankfully, the customer had left so Harry easily jumped over the counter and ran out of the store. Carelessly, he crashed right into somebody. Harry's heart nearly stopped in his chest as the black-cloaked figure stumbled. It wheeled around and Harry, still holding the cloak around his self, began fearfully stepping backward.

"You!" he shouted.

Harry's throat constricted; how could the man see him? Suddenly the man pointed his wand at him and the curse flew right over his head. Harry jumped out of the way, but heard a yelp from behind. Wheeling around, he saw another cloaked figure that shakily stood up from the hex and glared daggers at the man. It was Bella Lestrange.

"You stupid idiot!" she snarled.

"You bumped into me!" a voice hissed.

It appeared that no one saw Harry; the man thought Bella had been the one to rudely bump into him. And it was obvious the two didn't know one another. Harry felt relief course through him and quickly ran to a safe distance where he got on his broom and flew off. He still needed snake skin, but that was easy; he knew where to get that. Hogwarts wasn't far and just like he had said, he knocked on the window. He heard voices and soon the window opened to him. He flew inside and landed gracefully. Immediately arms flung around him and Harry nearly toppled over.

"Harry I missed you so much!" Ginny exclaimed.

The cloak fell off his shoulders and when Harry turned around Ginny threw her self at him and clashed their lips together eagerly. Harry's surprise was muffled through the kiss, but once he regained balance he grabbed her shoulders gently and pulled her away.

"Ginny, I thought I told you it wasn't safe," he said, wishing that a black hole would just swallow him up. How in the world was he going to tell her he wasn't interested in her anymore? (He certainly wasn't about to tell her the truth. He wouldn't ever tell her (or anyone for that matter) that she had just been a temporary attraction to him at the end of his sixth year when he was incredibly stressed with all the pressure on him to stop Voldemort and not to mention Dumbledore's death). Shortly after they had started "dating" he had begun to realize he wasn't really interested in her as more than a friend, but because Ron had been so thrilled Ginny was dating him he had continued with the casual "dating" for a while. Now, however, he didn't even want to do that anymore.

"Harry, I can't help it! I can't stand not being with you," Ginny pleaded as her eyes began tearing up.

Feeling helpless, Harry just nodded. "I know, but I told you I can't have any emotional attachments. Look…let's just work together to end this terrible war, alright?"

Her lip trembled slightly, but Ginny was stronger than Cho had been (and definitely didn't cry as much). She nodded reluctantly and a voice cleared their throat nearby. Harry and Ginny turned to see Hermione staring at them.

"Sorry to interrupt. Harry, did you get everything?"

"I just need the snake-skin. I'm going down to the Chamber of Secrets to get it," Harry said, piling the items out of his pockets. "Here's the rest of it though. Did you find the diary?"

"Yeah, you were right; it was with the Sorting Hat," Ginny answered.

Harry turned to her and nodded. It was hard looking her in the eye.

"Ron's still sleeping but we don't have to wake him up just yet. I've got the Time Turner too; thankfully I had it still in my trunk at the very bottom! I had thought about taking it out last year but left it in. Mostly because it's illegal to carry one so I was trying to hide it and I thought it was unlikely someone would look in a young schoolgirl's trunk," she shrugged. "Anyway, I'll get these down to the dungeons and start the brewing of the potion. You collect that snake-skin!"

"Er, right," Harry agreed, heading out of the room.

"Harry wait!"

He inwardly groaned when Ginny appeared at his side, smiling. "I'll come with you and keep you company. Will you be alright on your own Hermione?"

"Oh yes, I'll be fine," she said, as she followed them out.

They all went in separate directions and Ginny grasped Harry's hand tightly. Harry fought the urge to release her grip and just smiled weakly in her direction. They reached the girls' bathroom and thankfully Moaning Myrtle wasn't in sight. Harry approached the sink and Ginny watched in fascination as he hissed in Parseltongue. The sinks moved apart and the two of them floated down the tunnel with the levitation charm. Thankfully, they managed to squeeze through a small hole in the rubble. The very long Basilisk snake-skin was still there luckily. It hadn't decayed much. He tore off a huge chunk and stuffed it in his pocket.


Turning around, Harry nearly jumped when he found Ginny right in front of him staring at him with an unusual expression.

"Er…I got the snake-skin. We can go," he said uncertainly.

Glancing down for a second, Ginny shook her head. "Not yet. Hermione can wait a few more minutes. I have…a favor to ask of you."

Wiping his clammy hands on his jeans, Harry stared at her. "What is it?"

"Oh Harry!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around him.

He was so stunned that he stumbled backward, taking her with him as they fell to the ground. Ginny lifted her head as he lay on the ground stunned, wincing because his shoulder had hit a rock. It took him a second to realize Ginny was bending down to kiss him.

"Ginny, wait!" Harry said frantically, pushing her up gently.

She glanced at him sadly and slid off to allow him to sit up. "We can't kiss anymore, remember?" Harry said.

"I don't care about the risk, Harry! Don't you understand why I came with you?"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the look on her face. Ginny suddenly grasped his hand and roughly tugged it forward.

"I want you!" she exclaimed, forcing his hand upon her petite breast.

Stunned and embarrassed, Harry's face flushed and he jerked his hand away in surprise. "Ginny…what…I…you just…," he stumbled with words.

"Harry, I want this," she said softly. "I'd be your first, right? You told me once I was your first girlfriend, although you had that one kiss with Cho," she stated with mild bitterness. "Before you go off and do this, in case something happens where I don't see you for a long time or you get injured…or even if this war takes years to end, you know…if this idea doesn't work out, I want to know that we did something memorable together."

He was completely at a loss for words. His whole brain seemed to freeze and he just stared at her with his mouth slightly open. Although he was almost eighteen, a girl had never come onto him before; he was completely inexperienced. Now things were really screwed up; he didn't want to kiss her anymore let alone give up his virginity to her.

"Ginny, I…I can't," he stuttered, feeling incredibly anxious.

"But…why? Don't you want to? We could summon a bed, it's not like we'd have to lie on the ground. And Hermione would just think we couldn't find it right away or something."

Harry swallowed the thick lump in his throat. "It's…not that," he said uncomfortably. "Ginny, I…I need to tell you that I don't feel…well, romantic about you."

It was incredibly hard to say, but otherwise he had no excuse. Ginny stared at him with wide eyes that began to leak tears almost instantly.

"It's…it's another girl, isn't it?"

"No, it's not!" Harry exclaimed, sighing heavily. "Look, it's not someone else. I don't like any other girls or anything like that. I just…I think we'd be better being close friends, like before. It's just not working out, that's all. It's not your fault or anything," he added quickly. "You know that I…well, I'm not very good with this whole relationship thing in the first place."

Ginny's shoulders began to shake and her hair came down to cover her face as she stared at the ground. Harry sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"It's not that I don't care about you. In fact, I didn't want to hurt your feelings. That's why I couldn't tell you right away. But I swear it's not another girl. You know I'm not like that. It's just…better for me anyway if I'm not in any relationship right now. And even if there wasn't this war, I just don't feel romantic about you anymore. I mean you were a great first girlfriend!" Harry said quickly, feeling his face flush for he didn't know how to handle these things. "I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. I'm just saying that I don't have the same feelings I had before. I don't know if my feelings changed because of the war or not but I want to be honest with you."

Sniffling, Ginny finally raised her head and wiped her eyes. "Well…it's not what I wanted to hear, but…I'm glad you're being honest. And I'm definitely glad it's not because of another girl."

Harry felt relief flow inside of him and he gave her a small smile. "Thanks for understanding. I'm really, really sorry. I hope Ron doesn't hate me because I did this to you."

"Don't worry about him," she shook her head. "Look…if we're going to…well, break up and you're going off to try and stop the Dark Lord…can we at least do something? You know, to say goodbye."

His throat constricted again. "What do you mean?"

"Please just kiss me," Ginny said, pleadingly.

Glancing around nervously, Harry remained speechless. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but at the same time he really didn't think it was a good time to be making out, especially since he wasn't really attracted to her anymore. Ginny was suddenly upon him and she kissed him intensely. Harry tensed instinctively and tried to kiss back gently. Harry meant for his kiss to be short, but Ginny became more passionate as she moved her lips over his roughly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and without warning slipped her tongue into his mouth. Harry's eyes snapped open in surprise and he nearly jerked away. He tried to participate but he was feeling so awkward and tense that he couldn't get himself to kiss back much. Ginny's tongue roved over his own and Harry only felt more uncomfortable.

To make matters worse she shifted closer to him until she was practically on top of him, in his arms, with her hands wrapped around him. Her fingers lifted up his shirt and Harry made a sound in the back of his throat. Ginny continued however and stroked her fingers up his toned back. Without warning, Ginny grabbed one of Harry's hands and pressed it to her breast again practically forcing him to caress her. If Harry's face could turn any redder he'd be surprised. His whole body tensed, though Ginny didn't seem to notice. He was embarrassed again and uncomfortable. Harry finally broke away, trying to gently pry her off him.

"Harry, please….one more kiss," she pleaded, leaning back toward him.

"Ginny…I, I don't know…," Harry stammered. "We should really go help Hermione. If this doesn't work we'll need all the time we can get to think of another plan."

"It won't take long, Harry. I promise you this will be the last thing. I know we're breaking up and it's not that I won't remember you, because we'll still be friends, but I don't want to say goodbye. Just one more," Ginny said earnestly. "Please?"

Harry swallowed, feeling his face flush again. She understood the break-up and perhaps she was just asking for something in return for moving on. Still, it wasn't something he was comfortable with. Heck, he couldn't even bear to think about the fact that Moaning Myrtle had seen him naked at fourteen (there was no way in hell she hadn't looked). At his lack of response, Ginny moved forward and Harry sat still as she came closer. She pressed her lips against his and languidly began a slow rhythm. Her eyes had fluttered closed and she encircled her arms around him. Harry tried to relax but he was so uncomfortable that it was hard to. Harry suddenly jerked in surprise when he felt Ginny's hand on his crotch. He nearly fell backward taking her with him. Harry tried to break the kiss, but Ginny just pressed her body up against his and kissed him passionately as her hands caressed his crotch even with his jeans on. When Harry felt Ginny's hands on the button of his jeans he pushed his head back to break the kiss.

Harry stared at her with widened eyes. "W-what are you doing?"

"Harry, I…I want to do something intimate, something memorable."

His stomach flipped and without waiting for his response she began kissing him again. This time she brought his fingers beneath her shirt to cup her breast through her bra. It was a very awkward feeling, especially for Harry who had very little experience. Their make-out sessions hadn't ever led to groping in the past so this was completely new. He had to admit he didn't like it very much—it was too strange and he felt detached from it. But if it was to allow her to move on perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps if he just touched her once she'd be satisfied. Slowly, Harry squeezed her breast and it pulled a low moan from the back of her throat. Harry's muscles tensed at the sound, but Ginny moved in closer.

Harry didn't notice that his pants were loose until fingers were suddenly making their way into his pants and toward his boxers, touching his groin and Harry jumped, startled. It broke the kiss and he pulled his hand away from her breast. Ginny stared at him puzzled.

"You're not hard, Harry."

"Look…we really need to go," Harry said quickly as he tried to stand.

"Harry…don't you want to do anything memorable with me if it's the last time we'll be together? I could give you a blow-job," she said.

Harry felt his chest tighten. He was so stunned he couldn't say anything for several seconds. And unexpectedly, Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and led his fingers up her shirt again only this time she placed his fingers beneath her bra right on her bare breast. Harry's reflexes kicked in and he pulled away shocked and red in the face.

"Ginny stop! We really shouldn't be doing this! And…we just can't."

Ginny's eyes dimmed and she slowly got up off of him. "Oh Harry…I just wanted to show how much I love you."

Swallowing nervously, Harry buttoned his pants and stood up. "Er…thanks, but I…if we do something serious it'll be harder to break up. And if we don't get this potion done fast there might not be another chance."

Nodding reluctantly, she followed him back up the tunnel. Harry didn't say another word to her that whole night as the potion was brewing. Ron woke up and found them in the dungeons and nearly suffocated Harry in a hug (and then pulled away quickly to pretend that it wasn't a real hug). Ginny seemed to be in a much better mood, however so she seemed alright with them breaking up. Finally, the potion was done and Hermione corked two vials of it.

"Alright, Harry, here's what you need to do. You pour one of the potions onto the Time Turner and turn it the number of years you want it to go back. Because we used the diary, this advanced potion should only change the Dark Lord's past now. So anything that happens to him in the past he will remember and it will come to be in the present," Hermione warned. "Do you know what you're going to do?"

"Yeah, I just need to prevent him from finding out about Horcruxes. If I get there when he's about eleven I think I can prevent it. But…I'll need to follow him through his years. That'll take too long."

Hermione shook her head. "No, because this is an advanced potion and it's changing a specific individual's past, no matter how long you stay there no time will have passed here. There really shouldn't be any time…all you have to do is imagine the age you want and it'll switch to that year. It's not like you have to go through each day of each year with him. Just change what you need to. And the way you get back is to pour the other vial onto the Time Turner and turn it in the opposite direction the same number of times. You should be invisible to everyone there."

"Thanks," Harry nodded.

"Good luck mate," Ron added, giving him a wary look.

Ginny just smiled at him and he smiled back reluctantly. "Alright, here it goes."

With that he poured the potion onto the Time Turner and turned it back sixty times (since Voldemort was at least 71 or 72, depending on when his birthday was). In a blurring flash, he was gone.


Three months later…

Harry Potter—Teen Prodigy

Harry Potter has done it—he has saved us all! The Daily Prophet has long been following this child through his years at Hogwarts. Many strange occurrences happened with him—unexplained deaths and revelations of a prophecy and the Dark Lord's return. Now, at seventeen years of age, Harry Potter has survived the final battle with the Dark Lord and has finally proven to be stronger! The Minister himself said:

"I always knew the boy had it in him," Minister Scrimgeour said. "He was incredibly brilliant to have planned something like that!"

From what the Minister revealed to me, Harry Potter used a very advanced potion to go back in time and weaken the Dark Lord by preventing his immortality. When he came back to the present, he rushed off to help the Ministry and stayed with them until word got out that the Dark Lord and his army were approaching Hogwarts. It was by the hands of Harry Potter that the Dark Lord fell. Once the Dark Lord's followers saw that their number was decreasing some began to flee, leaving the Dark Lord furious and without as many allies. When the Dark Lord was turned screaming and threatening those fleeing, Harry shot the killing curse at him.

And of course this reporter interviewed Harry Potter himself who just stated that he didn't do it alone; he had his friends help him (he wished me to name them: Hermione Granger, Ginny and Ron Weasley). Most of the Death Eaters and followers of the Dark Lord have either been captured or have gone into hiding. Either way, it is safe for everyone to come out of their hiding places and enjoy life again! Praise to the Boy-Who-Lived-Again!

Rita Skeeter

Harry dropped the Daily Prophet, sighing heavily. He was incredibly grateful it was all over but it took some time to capture Death Eaters and for people to realize the war had ended. Now, however, he was famous again and people would want to shake his hand and stare at his forehead. He supposed it could be worse. His friends also had some fame as well (which Ron enjoyed immensely). For being friends of the famous Harry Potter and witnessing many of the accounts (and helping out) many reporters had wanted to interview them as well. Ron, being his self, exaggerated some of the events like when they had gone to the Forbidden Forest in the quest to figure out the mystery behind the Chamber of Secrets. There hadn't been a zillion spiders the size of houses and he certainly hadn't bravely jumped in front of Harry to protect him from one. Still, the war was finally over and Harry could start being a normal wizard (for the most part). The only problem was that he didn't know where to begin. He honestly hadn't thought he would survive.

Waving his wand in the air, he saw it was almost noon. He was meeting Hermione and Ron for lunch at The Three Broomsticks (though Ginny was tagging along with her new boyfriend Darian Mockridge—son of Cuthbert Mockridge who was Head of the Goblin Liaison Office in the Ministry). Harry had the feeling she wanted to make him slightly jealous (since she had wanted to be Harry's first and probably still had some romantic feeling for him left) but she had agreed that they were over. As he walked inside, he saw that Hermione and Ron were already there.

"Hey," Harry said, sitting down.

Whispers sounded and eyes were upon him, but Harry easily ignored them. He was used to it by now. Ron smiled smugly, enjoying the fact that he was sharing the spotlight and had been interviewed several times. Hermione seemed indifferent about the whole thing and even put magical perimeters around her house that kept reporters unable to find the house.

"Oh Harry, how did you do on your N.E.W.T.s?" Hermione asked eagerly, leaning over toward him.

Shrugging, Harry responded: "Pretty good, I think. Not as good as you of course."

"Can I see?"

Staring at her anxious expression, Harry smiled knowingly and pulled out the sheet that congratulated him on graduating from Hogwarts and passing his N.E.W.T.s. She scanned the paper and nodded approvingly.

"Very good, Harry especially for having missed almost an entire year of school, due to saving the world and all."

"Well, we almost didn't have enough teachers. They all wanted to leave anyway," Ron grumbled. "Of course we had to get a new Potions teacher after Snape betrayed everyone, which I knew he would. She was better than him though."

"She wasn't quite as experienced as Professor Snape, however," Hermione criticized.

Ron blanched. "What? Hermione, how can you call him professor Snape? He's a traitor! I'm glad he's in Azkaban!"

"He could get out though," Hermione said softly. "There's some evidence that he was on our side but pretending to be on Voldemort's."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe it."

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know…Snape was always unreadable. He might have had no choice but to kill Dumbledore in order to prove his allegiance to Voldemort while still on our side. It's complicated I suppose. In any case, look there's Ginny and Darian."

Harry didn't even turn around, knowing they were walking in. He didn't want Ginny to think he wanted to turn around and stare at her like a jealous ex. He wasn't jealous and he just wished that things could go back to the way they used to be with her when they weren't dating. He really hoped Ginny hadn't told anyone about what they did in the Chamber of Secrets. His face was feeling hot just thinking about it; he wasn't turned on, but very embarrassed. He decided he would definitely kill himself if that got into the Daily Prophet.

"Hey guys!" Ginny chirped, settling her eyes on Harry.

Harry smiled at her politely then at Darian, who nodded awkwardly.

"We were just about to order. Would you two care to sit down?" Hermione offered.

Ginny shook her head, glancing at Harry from the corner of her eye. "No, we'll sit by ourselves. Oh, Harry, did you pass your N.E.W.T.s.?"

"He did! And with above average scores for most subjects," Hermione grinned.

Ginny gave a small smile and glanced at Harry who nodded in agreement but didn't respond. He could tell Ginny was disappointed by his reaction, but he didn't want to give her any motive to mistake his expressions for wanting to get back with her.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later," she smiled and dragged Darian to a separate table.

"I'm not sure I like him," Ron frowned. "Why didn't things work out with you and Ginny again?"

Harry stared back at him and gave him an annoyed look. "I told you already. It just didn't work out. Stop worrying about it. She'll find someone great one day."

Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yes, she will. And she seems to be alright—no tears or anything from your break-up. So it was obviously mutual."

Ron made a noise and then dropped it. "Yeah, well you know that kid Darian is really envious of you, Harry. He's always so jittery when your name comes up. I think he feels that he can't compete with you being her ex, you know."

Shrugging, Harry didn't respond. Thankfully, the waiter came over and they ordered their butterbeers and lunch. During lunch they talked about random things and finally Hermione brought up the question of the near future.

"What are your plans?" she asked both of them.

Ron just shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't know…Dad wants me to follow him in the Ministry. I guess I could, but I'd have to take an Auror class."

"Yes, well not to mention you just barely passed Defense Against the Dark Arts on your N.E.W.T.s," Hermione added, earning a glare from him. "I think I'm going to go to a wizard advanced education school."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"It's like the equivalent of college in the muggle world. You know, a continuation of magical studies. I've noticed that I'm interested in sorcery so I might concentrate on studying that," she smiled. "Wouldn't it be cool if I became the first woman sorceress in over two hundred years?"

"It would be," Harry smiled.

Ron shrugged carelessly, trying not to show he was envious that he didn't have it in him to become a sorcerer. "Yeah, but you'd have to study everything. I mean…it's just too much useless information. And then it basically takes your whole life to accomplish all types of magic."

Hermione frowned. "It's exciting, Ron. You get to learn every kind of magic out there and master most of them. It'll let me completely understand being a witch and knowing the history of magic as well. Plus with all the experience and broad education, I could do anything afterward."

"It sounds great, Hermione," Harry encouraged her.

She beamed at him. "So what are your plans Harry?"

"Don't know…I haven't thought about it. I mean, I couldn't really think beyond the war, you know," he shrugged.

Hermione nodded and Ron spoke up: "What about Quidditch? You love it, don't you? You should go into that. I mean, come on you were the first eleven year old Seeker in over a hundred years! Plus you almost won every single game Gryffindor played."

"Thanks," Harry said, fiddling with his napkin.

He glanced at Hermione and was surprised that she didn't seem opposed to the idea. "Actually, Harry, there are schools for Quidditch training too. In fact, there's a new very prestigious Quidditch school called the Q.A.O.S."

"What's that stand for?" Ron tilted his head in curiosity.

"The Quidditch Academy of Scotland," Hermione answered with a grin. "It's the top Quidditch school around, but it's private and limited to a small number of students. It's expensive to pay for and very challenging, plus you have to pass a test to get in, but if you really love Quidditch and you want to do it professionally that's the school you should go to!"

"Yeah, then you can play for the Chudley Cannons and help them get to the championships!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry raised an eyebrow and Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't think even Harry can help them."

Ron glared at her and opened his mouth to retort, but Harry interrupted: "You really think I could get in?"

"Of course! You're bloody Harry Potter!" Ron raised his voice.

"Not so loud, Ron!" Harry shushed him, thankful that no one seemed to be staring anymore. "I guess I could apply. If I don't get in I can think of something else."

"Sure, you have loads of options," Hermione smiled. "And I think you have a much better chance of getting in, especially with you good Seeker records at Hogwarts. I'm certain Katie Bell or Oliver Wood would write you a recommendation to attach to the application! Or you could always be an Auror."

Harry crinkled his nose and shook his head. "I wouldn't like that. I've had enough of the Dark Arts and dealing with things like that. Quidditch sounds good though. Where do I get the application?"

"Don't worry I'll get it for you!" Hermione exclaimed. "And in the meantime, do some studying up on Quidditch and its history in case you have to take that test to get in. I'll owl it to you."

"Okay, thanks," Harry said.

"Just as long as Hedwig doesn't wake me up at seven in the morning like last time," Ron grumbled, referring to the fact that Harry was staying with the Weasleys.

He had no place else to go and the Dursleys were definitely not an option (not that they would allow him back since Dumbledore was dead and the war was over anyway). He was so happy to be rid of them. Lunch ended and Ginny stayed behind with her boyfriend, glancing briefly at Harry as they all said their goodbyes. Hermione promised to owl him as soon as possible and Harry and Ron then headed back toward the new house that Mr. Weasley purchased recently (thanks to his promotion for taking over things in the Order).

The only thing Harry dreaded was seeing Ginny there, especially since recently she liked to invite Darian over and find places to make-out where Harry might see them. Still, things were definitely looking up. Besides the random people approaching him on the street almost every day, Harry was finding himself very grateful to be alive. And now with the hope of going to a professional Quidditch Academy, things couldn't have looked any better.