Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

A Familiar Routine

Their first year at the Ministry, Harry and Ron had started to revolutionize the Auror Department, while Hermione was quickly working her way up the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Even in the post-Voldemort days, being an Auror was hard and dangerous work. Any number of Dark wizards sprung up, some of the more ambitious and foolhardy ones claiming to be possessed by Voldemort himself or acting on his orders. Harry had to laugh at them a bit inwardly; he knew what the real Voldemort was capable of, and these imitators weren't him.

One day, while riding one of the golden-grilled lifts at the Ministry with Hermione and Ron, Harry said, "You know, not much has changed since Hogwarts."

"Are you kidding?" Ron said. "I can finally afford my own robes. Back then I half-expected to be wearing Percy's hand-me-downs the rest of life."

"Plus, you're not half so dense as you used to be," Hermione added helpfully.

"Oh, thank you," Ron smirked, but even as he said so he pulled her in for a kiss.

"What I meant was," Harry said pointedly, "we're still together, practically every day, fighting the good fight…"

"Solving mysteries, taking down bad guys…" Ron added.

"And coming to me for help and advice more often than not!" Hermione interjected.

"Well," Ron said, "you're still the smartest, aren't you?"

Hermione laughed, and at that moment a disembodied female voice said, "Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services."

"Here we are," Harry said as the three of them exited the lift.

"Same old, same old," Ron sighed, but with a grin on his face.

"See you at lunch," Hermione said as she walked off in the opposite direction.

Harry couldn't help but smile to himself at the thought of their familiar daily routine. Wherever his friends went with him, somehow it always felt like home.