yo its ya boi, Alex! im ready for a new story. drarry of course. I might try out a Harmione story, idk.

~Alex

It was currently July. The war is over, and Voldemort was destroyed. Ginny and Harry broke up after the war since grief was getting in the way of their relationship. Now they were secluded from the other most of the time. There were no hard feelings between the two.

"Harry. Can you pass the butter please." George asked. The whole remainder of the Weasley family and Hermione were having dinner at the Burrow. Although the table was empty by four seats.

"Sure." Harry passed the plate of butter over to George. He took it, and started to spread some over his bread. George had grown his hair out to cover the scar where his ear should be. He also dyed his hair brown with an enchantment. These days, George would remain very quiet and reserved. He hadn't pulled a single prank since Fred died.

Everyone stayed relatively quiet. Just the quiet clinking of silverwear on plates.

"Hey Harry, mate. Hermione and I were wonderin. Are you going to go back to Hogwarts for your final year?" Ron asked. That queued Molly.

"It would be very good if you went back for your last year. Hermione and Ron decided to go back, and I think you should as well. You can go back and enjoy your last year." Molly reasoned. Harry shook his head.

"I don't think I could go back there. Everyone will want to know what happened. I couldn't bare to talk about it." Harry said. He continued eating his dinner. After a couple minutes, George spoke up.

"Don't do what I did, Harry. You need to experience your last year with as many happy memories as you can. Don't let your last memory of Hogwarts be the war. You might even meet someone special." George said. Harry looked towards George and smiled.

"You're right George. I shouldn't let my last memory of Hogwarts be negative. I'll go for my final year." Harry said. Hermione and Ron were so happy that Harry changed his mind.

Arthur started to collect the dishes. "I'll take you to go get your books if you'd like." Arthur offered. Harry helped him gather the silverware.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll just go alone." Harry declined. The family kept a bit of distance from Harry. They understood he need to be secluded a little.

Once the table was cleared, everyone left to do their own thing. Arthur cleaned the dishes, Molly started to knit, Hermione and Ron cuddled on the couch, and Ginny and George went to their own rooms. Hermione and Ron underwent a little change as well. Hermione had cute her hair to make a very short pixie haircut, and Ron had grown some ginger stubble.

Harry ran up to his dresser drawer, and grabbed a bag of galleons. Now a days, Harry just lived with the Weasleys, so he ended up getting his own dresser for his clothes and other personal belongings.

Harry ran down stairs with the bag.

"I'm out to get my books." Harry told Molly as he passed her. He then walked into the floo, and was off to Diagon Alley.

Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy sat the table, eating dinner. Narcissa sat at the head of the table, while Draco sat on her right. Lucius was serving a triple life sentence in Azkaban for his involvement in the war. The two ate silently. Draco ended up changing his hair a lot. He got a full undercut, and left the top to curl on its own. It suited him a lot more this way.

"Draco. I think you should go to your last year of Hogwarts. At least then you can find a job somewhere. I'll be selling all of Lucius's businesses, so you won't be able to work there." Narcissa said. Draco sighed.

"I can't go back. Everyone hates me. And Potter will be there. I can't see him." Draco said. After Harry had saved him, Draco thought a lot about just how cruel he was to Harry. He felt ashamed to even see him. Narcissa wiped her mouth with her cloth napkin.

"You really need to go. You need to be able to find a job. After your father, people will be hesitant to hire you, so you'll need a diploma. Maybe you could become a Potions master, or grow your own ingredients garden, and sell them." Narcissa told him. Draco understood.

"Alright. I'll go back for another year." Draco agreed. He knew how hard it would be find a job, so he did need that certificate.

"Also Draco, another thing." Narcissa added. She reached over and held Draco's hand.

"You should try to find someone special in your life. For all the pureblood nonsense. If you find someone you love, and they aren't pureblood, you should still love them. I don't care anymore about our pureblood status. I just want you to be happy." She said. Narcissa smiled lovingly at Draco, and he smiled back. Draco nodded, and he excused himself from the table.

He ran to his room to grab a cloak and money, and went to the floo.

Draco flooed to Diagon Alley to gather his books for the new year.

Harry was walking around Flourish and Blott's, and was looking around the book aisle. He pulled a couple of books of books out, and made sure they were the correct ones. Harry moved to another section. He grabbed a book, but it pulled back. Harry let go, and looked through the aisle. Draco Malfoy's face was staring back at him, holding the book Harry tried to acquire.

"Oh I'm sorry, you can have the book." Draco apologized. He tried to give the book back, but Harry pushed it away.

"It's okay. You can have that one." Harry said, although his face was generally expressionless. Draco watched through the aisle as Harry got the rest of his book, and left to find another book. His hair bounced a little as he walked. Harry had decided to start growing it out. It didn't take long for it to be about shoulder length. It resembled a lot like how Sirius's hair was, but it suited his face.

Draco had an idea. He walked after Harry.

"Potter. Hold on." He called. Harry stopped and waited for Draco.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving me back in the Room of Requirement. And thanks for getting my father put in Azkaban." Draco thanked sincerely. Draco carefully gave him a hug, while still holding the book. Harry didn't hug back since he was holding his books with both hands. Draco placed his book on Harry's stack, and disappeared through the aisles of books.

Harry kind of stood there in shock from what Draco said. Harry continued to the cashier, and he wrung up his books, and left the store.

Draco ended up finding all his books, and another copy of the one he gave Harry. He paid the cashier, and left the store. He didn't go anywhere else, fearful that someone would recognize him. He flooed home.

Harry flooed back home to the Weasleys, and carried his books in.

"You won't believe what happened at the bookstore." Harry said enthusiastically as he walked into the house. Arthur looked down from his newspaper.

"What happened?" He asked. Harry placed the stack on books on the coffee table.

"Draco Malfoy walked up to me, thanked me for saving him, and then thanked me about getting his father put in Azkaban. And he was genuine about it." Harry said, astonished. He laughed a little.

"Bloody hell." Ron said. Hermione smacked him on the arm for cussing.

"You know what else he did? He hugged me." Harry added. Ron cocked his eyebrow.

"He hugged you?" Ron repeated slowly, as if he was talking to a madman. Harry nodded his head.

"Quite awkward, but still. I think he changed now that his father was put away. I mean his mother was the reason I'm still here. She's a good person, and probably a good influence." Harry said gratefully. Hermione gapped.

"What do you mean? How did she save you?" Hermione asked. This was news to the three.

"When I was 'killed.'" Harry used finger quotes. "She ran over to me, to see if I was still breathing. She knew I was still alive, but she told Voldemort that I was dead. That bought be a good amount of time to regain consciousness. If I was shoot with the curse again, I would be dead." Harry said. This was news to Ron, Hermione, and Arthur.

"What the- why didn't you tell you tell us this?!" Arthur exclaimed. Harry picked up his books, and started to walk up the stairs.

"Guess it slipped my mind until now." Harry said. It was a poor excuse of an excuse, but an excuse nonetheless.

Harry ran up the stairs with his books, and put them in his room.

"What am I going to do with him?" Arthur said exasperated.