Hi! I know you all have your own ideas about what happens and this is mine. I know its a little bit odd, but bear with me. I don't really know were this is going, so its as much an adventure to you as it is to me. It starts the day after Voldemort's death.

Chapter 1

Harry rolled over, opened his eyes and saw Ron staring down at him.
"You've been asleep for about 12 hours. A record of late, I believe," this sounded less like Ron than Harry had ever heard, but know that he's dating Hermione, things have got to change. "Come on, mate. They're waiting for you in the Great Hall. It was all I could do to persuade Hermione to let me come and wake you up. She's in the common room. I don't think she trusts me."
"Probably doesn't want to be away from Won-Won any longer than she has to be," said Harry, stifling a yawn and grinning at the look on his friends face when he had used Ron's ex's pet name. Harry and Ron made their way down to the common room, as no-one had any clothes to change into.
"Harry!" Hermione leapt on Harry the moment she saw him and Harry barely had time to register the familiar circular tower room that he knew so well before his vision was obscured by the usual mane of bushy hair that always came after his friends greeting. "Come on. Lets go down to the feast. Everyone's celebrating. And mourning," Hermione grabbed her friends elbows and steered them towards the portrait hole. The moment Harry crossed the threshold of the Great Hall, all heads turned towards him. He knew he must look a sight, in his torn robes, but he didn't care. This was where he belogned. He was home. McGonagall smiled at him from the staff table and motioned to three seats on the smaller horizontal table in front that, now Harry looked, was filled with the remaining order members. He made his way up the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables and sat in the seat right in the middle, with Hermione to his left and Ron to his right, wondering vaguely what the large, covered object on the back wall was, but not letting it bother him to much. There was the food to enjoy, and for the first time all that year, Harry felt happy to exist, he felt like a normal human. All to soon, McGonagall was on her feet and everyone went silent. Harry distinctly heard Mrs Weasley fussing over how thin he was, before Bill elbowed her, and she fell silent.
"In the past twenty-four hours, we have experienced loss, pain and happiness. We have lost many family members and friends dear and close to our hearts, and as we all fought against-" she took a deep breath-'"Voldemort, we wondered whether there was any help that could come to our aid. But that help did come. It came at a time when we thought all was lost. It came in the form of Harry Potter." Harry felt his face go red as all the heads in the Hall turned to face him. He saw Ron and Hermione smiling at him, but didn't register it. He was thinking about all that had happened and he felt a warm glow that it was finally over, that Voldemort was finally dead.
"Quite how he did it, I have no idea. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants that question answered, but I have a feeling, now is not the time to find out." Harry stood up. If they wanted to know what happened, they would know. He didn't know where to begin, so went from the beginning. He told them all about Voldemort's horcruxes, the prophecy, what they had been doing all year and finally about what he had seen in the pensieve and what had happened in the forest. When he sat down again, the whole hall was silent. McGonagall was staring at him as though she had never seen him properly before.


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McGonagall got slowly to her feet.
"Well, I think you've all been wondering what this-" she gestured to the object behind her "-is." She pulled of the cover and there was Albus Dumbledore's portrait, taken from the headmaster's office. Several people yelled in shock and Neville fell of the bench. Dumbledore was looking at Harry in a way that told Harry Dumbledore wouldn't have told them, but that he thought Harry's decision was an excellent one.
"I watched you struggle through your first year, meet Voldemort at the end of it, beat him and, unfortunately, kill professor Quirrel in the process. Your second year, I watched you worry over the disembodied voice you were hearing as the basilisk moved around the school, brew polyjuice potion to find out who was attacking the muggle borns and go to extraordinary lengths to rescue your best friends sister who had been taken hostage. Your third year, I watched you struggle to repel dementors as you discovered what it was you had been hearing in your ears, learn what Sirius was, what he supposedly did and who actually committed the crime Sirius had been imprisoned for, go back in time and rescue not only your godfather but the hippogriff as well. Your fourth year, I watched you with great care as you battled your way through the Triwizard tournament, watch your classmate die, face Voldemort and escape. Your fifth year, I watched from afar as you bore the ridicule and slander about you appearing almost daily in the Daily Prophet, as you struggled to close your mind-"
"I learned. In the end, I learnt occlumency."
"You never told us!" Hermione sounded outraged.
"It was with the snatchers at Malfoy Manor. We had to many other problems at the time."
"That was scary," Ron said, shuddering slightly.
"Scary for you? I was the one being tourtured!"
"Excuse me? It was my life on the line!"
"Yeah, but you didn't die."
"Neither did you. All thanks to Dobby. He saved my life twice."
"Yeah, but mate, the first time he lost you all the bones in your right arm and nearly got us expelled."
"He was only trying to help."
"I don't believe you sometimes Harry, I really don't."
"In your sixth year-" Dumbledore spoke loudly over them. "I watched you closer than ever before as you unlocked the secrets of Voldemorts past. In your seventh year I watched you through Phineas as Ron learnt the secret of my deluminator, as three became two and then three again."
"How do you know about that?" Ron sounded upset that his secret was out.
"Phineas told me. I saw you make the greatest discovery of all as you discovered Severus' true feelings for your mother and what must happen in the end."
"Why couldn't you just tell me? Why did you wait until you had died before you bothered to let me know that I must die to kill Voldemort?" The anger that Harry felt at Dumbledore's betrayl burst from him again.
"You know why. I thought you wouldn't be able to carry on destroying his horcruxes if you knew that you were the seventh horcrux he never meant to make. I also never told you of the connection we both share with Godric's Hollow because I never liked mentioning my parents or Ariana if I could help it. I realise now, I should have come straight out with it." Dumbledore fell silent and the whole hall looked confused as to what had passed between Harry and Dumbledore.
"Next september, you will all come back and redo the year you have just done. This means that the seventh years will do the seventh year, the sixth years will do the sixth year etc. There will be double the amount of first years as we will have to take the first years that would be coming in as well. Harry," McGonagall turned to face him. "i would be honoured if you would come and be our defence against the Dark Arts teacher until we can find a permeanant placement."
"Won't I need to come back to, Professor?"
"It was, last I heard, your ambition to become an auror?"
"Yeah."
"Well, killed the greatest dark wizard that ever lived?" she shrugged. "Seems qualification enough to me. So, will you teach here?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Nice one Harry! I mean, professor," Ron said, grinning.
"Shut up, Ron.
"And I give you permission to go and hunt deatheaters on your weekends off. Though, try not to land yourself in hospital. Your the only DADA teacher we have."
"I'll try. And there's three deatheaters over there." He pointed to where the three Malfoys where sitting.
"OI! I saved you life!" Narcissa shouted at Harry.
"Granted."
"Well we saved Dracos. Twice!" Ron shouted back.
"But Ron, if we hadn't saved Malfoys life, I'd be dead and you'd be ruled by Voldemort."
"Oh, yeah."
"Hem Hem!" A falsely sweet cough that Harry had not heard since his fifth year sounded from the back of the Hall, and the scars on the back of his hand were tingling again. He turned and saw Dolores Umbridge framed in the doorway to the side chamber, wearing her favourite fluffy pink cardigan and a bow on top of her head. She made her way down the hall, stopping when she was in front of the house tables.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, not troubling to keep the aggresion and hatred out of his voice.
"Careful, Mr Potter. You are currently speaking to the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister and head of the-"
"Muggle-born registration commission. I know!" Harry finished. A small frown appeared on Umbridge's toad like face.
"How do you know that? It wasn't in the Prophet."
"It was us!" Harry gestured to Ron and Hermione." We entered the ministry. We were the intruders."
"It was you! You made the hole in my door!"
"You found Mad-Eye's eye and was using it to spy on people!"
"You knicked my locket!"
"It was mine, actually."
"I took it from Mundungus Fletcher-"
"And who did Mundungus take it from? Me!"
"What are you doing here, Dolores?" McGonagall put an end to Harry and Umbridge's argument.
"I heard the Dark Lord had been murdered at Hogwarts and wanted to see if it was true. Mr Potter has a record of telling lies, you see." Harry got up, strode around the table and walked until he was facing her. The sense of power eminating from him was astonishing.
"I think you'll find it was you telling the lies, yet I definitely remember I was the one who was forced to write in their own blood, leaving the words etched onto my skin." He raised his right fist until it was level with her eyes. He turned to face the people packed into the room. "If there is one thing I have learnt from my experiences, it is always be strong with what you believe in, especially if you know it's the truth. Because no matter what you have to go through, the truth always comes out in the end." With that, he threw Umbridge one more contemptous look, sat down again and continued to glare at her. After a few moments of silence, she seemed to get the message that she was not wanted. She turned and left through the oak front doors.


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