Chapter One-A New Beginning

Chapter One-A New Beginning.

Hogwarts: The day following the last battle.

"Where are you going to go now, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to go check out Grimmauld. I wonder if Krecher survived, or if the house was attacked."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"You don't have to, you can stay here with Ron, its okay."

"Ron's rather busy right now, look his Mum is all over him." Molly Weasley was indeed holding her baby boy.

Ron looked at his friend's. Hermione motioned towards Harry and then the door.

Ron nodded and Harry and Hermione ventured out of the old castle, now battlefield to return to a world they had been on the run from for the past ten months.

They apparated to number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London.

Grimmauld was ransacked, 'the charms protecting it must have fallen sometime during their time on the run,' Harry thought.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," he muttered.

"I wonder if Krecher made it."

Harry pushed the door open and entered the house of the family Black. They discovered Krecher in his cubby hole off the kitchen, dead.

Hermione frowned at the sight, not able to say anything at the demise of the miserable creature.

"Think he's still stable enough to put him up like his forefathers?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged, and Harry mounted the head of the old elf on a transfigured plate. Krecher was added to the realm of house elf heads along the stairs of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

Harry and Hermione exited the old house and started walking down Grimmauld Place towards the tube station.

"Harry, what are you going to do now? Where will you live?"

"I'll rent a flat or something," he shrugged and a thought struck him: I am free! "What're you going to do?"

"I have to go to Australia."

"Are you and Ron an item now?"

"I don't know."



"Just curious is all."

"Are you and Ginny getting back together?"

"I'm not ready for that right now, if ever."

Hermione chuckled.


"I concur, I'm eighteen years old and have years to decide who I want and what I want to do."

"So no wedding bells for you and Ron then?" Harry smirked.

"After one kiss, NO."

"Why'd you do it then?"

"I guess I was being idiotic in the heat of battle," Hermione professed honestly.

"Really, you better tell him that before Mrs. Weasley has your wedding planned and names for grandchildren."

Hermione groaned, "I'm bloody eighteen years old, too young for that."

"Yeah, you old fart you."

"Alright wee little Harrykins, where are we going?"

"I don't know, where are we going?"

They both laughed, "Shall we ride the tube somewhere then?"

"Sure, where should we go though, I haven't been anywhere besides the Alley and the Zoo."

"Seriously, no field trips to museums or anything?"

"The Dursley's didn't think it was worth paying for me to go on any."

And the two teenagers enjoyed there day going around the city, riding the tube and visiting random attractions Hermione said Harry MUST see as he missed out on field trips as a school kid. They returned to Hogwarts castle that night much lighter then when they had left.

Harry Potter under the cover of darkness, nearly dawn, left Hogwarts Castle, a few days later. He did not want a fuss about where he was going, his friend's were all sleeping in classrooms set aside for the injured and those taking care of them.


"What Hermione?" He asked.

"Are you leaving for good now?"

"Yeah, I have to get out of here."

"Okay, I'll walk with you, I have to get to Heathrow."

"Going to find your parents?"


"Ron's not going with you then?"

"No, he's not."

"Does he know your leaving?"

"He's not my keeper, Harry."

"Hey, hey, I didn't mean it like that. He's not going with you just in case there's trouble?"


"Um, uh.. Did you want me to come?" He asked awkwardly.

"No Harry, that's alright. I got myself into this mess and I'll get myself out of it."

They walked in silence for the last few minutes.

"Good luck, Hermione." He told her as they reached the gates of Hogwarts.

"Thanks Harry," and she hugged him and he returned it.

Both apparated to London, she to Heathrow Airport, he to Diagon Alley and the wizarding bank.

Harry Potter waited in the Alley outside of Gringotts Bank until it opened. He stood in the queue for the first available Teller and waited while the Goblin made sure everything was in order to start the day. The Goblin gave Harry a glare when he was ready for him.

"What do you need, Sir?"

"Yes, can I have galleons from my vault converted to uh 5,000 muggle pounds and do you have any sort of Cheque book or debit card so I wouldn't have to carry around so much cash?"

"We do, your key sir."

Harry handed the Goblin his key.

After a few minutes the Goblin returned the key, as well as handing Harry a cheque book and a debit card, both with his name on them.

"You can spell your address on to your cheques and here is your cash, the conversion fee has been taken out of your vault."

"Alright, thank you, have profitable day." And Harry left Gringotts, the Alley and went out into the muggle world, where he sat in a diner drinking a cup of tea while looking through a newspaper adverts for available flats.

Harry Potter is going off on his own for the first time, no minders, no relatives, no more dark lord hanging above his head.