Harry was happy. A war just ended, he saved most of his friends, and he had Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. They were finally happy.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, had decided to help out in re-building the castle and to continue going to school there for their final year. Somehow, the task was finished earlier than anticipated. Soon, it was the day before school began. Most students going for their sixth or seventh year were already in the castle—including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Mcgonagall had ordered the books and new wands (a lot of wands were destroyed during the war). The four sat around the common room.

"Finally! We can have a real seventh year, instead of running around looking for those bloody horcruxes," Ron said. Harry and Hermione nodded agreement.

"Well, at least Mcgonagall is the new headmaster. I don't think I would've stayed if they had gotten anyone else," Harry replied.

"Why not?!" Hermione said in protest.

"Well, technically, I'm a full wizard, so I really don't need to come back, but I want to anyways."

Ginny yawned. "I'm going to bed, guys. You should be too." And with that, she climbed up the stairs and into her dorm room.

"I agree, night." Ron said, as he also went to his dorm. Harry shrugged and followed Ron. Hermione sat there, pondering about the new year. She had an unusual feeling about it.

"Its a new year, Hermione. Get a grip of yourself. Use your head, many people died, and they'll have several new teachers. You're just shocked," she scolded herself. Then she left for bed, little did she know what really was going to happen the next day.