((Dear Reader,
This work is the culmination of eight months of roleplaying. tu can find the original roleplay at link. I would like to take this opportunity to name the fabulous people who gave new life to these characters.
fred Weasley - hetalia4thewin
George Weasley - hetalia4thewin and peterpansbff
Hermione Granger - Hermione-Fan361
Neville Longbottom - Hermione-Fan361
Ron Weasley - peppergirl30
Luna Lovegood - peppergirl30
Ginny Weasley - Kgirllovespasta
Cho Chang - Kgirllovespasta
Albus Dumbledore - Spainofhetalia
Sirius Black - Spainofhetalia
Lee Jordan - Hermione-Fan361
Severus Snape - wa391488
Draco Malfoy - wa391488
Harry Potter - dragonsmemory
Lord Voldemort - dragonsmemory
Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black) - thejokersgirl13
Dean Thomas - DeanThomas
Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black) - Brooklyn_Helena
Astoria Greengrass - Brooklyn_Helena
Seamus Finnigan - HarryPotter1997
These are all the characters that appear so far. Please take a moment to thank them. And remember, this is a fanfiction of Harry's seventh year. There will be references to the anterior six years, so try to be familiar with the first six books.
As of yet, this fanfiction is nowhere near complete. In fact, this tale promises to be the longest Harry Potter fanfiction yet written, so be patient. There are to be seven main movements of the book. The first strts here and ends with Harry's descision to go Horcrux hunting.
No matter how much this story sounds like a real Harry Potter book, it is, in fact, a fanfiction and should be treated as such. I do not write this tale for profit of any kind, nor does J.K. Rowling recieve any profit from this fanfiction.
Thank you.))
CHAPTER ONE
PAIRING OFF


It was a very normal sort of día at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, it was as normal as it would ever get while Harry Potter attended the school. Everywhere in the castle, the students were actuación like normal students. Down in the dungeons, fred and George Weasley, master pranksters, set off a Dungbomb, effectively canceling classes in that part of the castle.
    Farther away, Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, was struggling to get a better grip on her books. “Please. Don’t. Fall,” she said, as the libros spilled out of her arms and fell everywhere.
    Just then, Ron Weasley came along. “Hermione, here. I’ll help tu pick your libros up,” he said, kneeling on the cold stone floor to do just that.
    “Thanks, Ron,” Hermione replied, smiling up at him. They finished picking up her dozen o so books.
    “Hermione...I have to go study for a Charms exam...would tu help me?” Ron asked.
    Ron wanting to study? That’s new, Hermione thought to herself. Out loud, she said, “Sure, Ron. We can go to that one quiet corner in the library. Nobody will bug us there.” She then turned to Harry. “I have a lot of studying to do.” And without waiting for Harry's response, she dragged Ron to the library, shouting, “C’mon, Ron!”

    Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Neville Longbottom was working on a Potions essay. He had never been any good at Potions, especially considering the teacher. Severus Snape was the most evil teacher tu could ever have...unless tu were a Slytherin.
    “Please let me get a good grade!” Neville muttered to the parchment as he wrote furiously. After just a few minutes, he got stuck. “I hate this class!” he shouted, throwing his quill across the room in frustration. Just as Neville began thinking some rather nasty things about his Potions professor, who should arrive but Luna Lovegood.
    “Neville, calm down, you’ll upset the Wrackspurts around your head…” she dicho in her usual dreamy voice. That made Neville downright nervous.
    “W-what? Wrackspurts?” he stammered.
    “Oh they're little invisible creatures that float up into your ears and make your brain go fuzzy,” she explained.
    “Oh. Um, okay. Thanks for the warning…?” Neville replied warily.
    “I can mostrar some of them to you, I kept some in a jar when I found them!” Luna dicho excitedly.
    “Really? Let me see!”
    “Okay! I’ll go get it! It’s in my el maletero, tronco up in the dormitory!” As Luna ran up to Ravenclaw Tower, Neville sat in a chair, waiting for her.

    Off in that quiet corner of the library, something strange was happening. Hermione was talking about Charms…and Ron didn't really care. He only cared about how her hair bounced whenever she moved her head up from the paper she was hunched over, o the fact that her eyes glowed whenever she talked about anything academic. Before Ron even knew what he was doing, he leaned into Hermione and kissed her.
    Hermione was surprised, to say the least. “R-Ron…I didn’t know tu liked me like that…” She wrapped him in a hug and kissed him back.
    “Well I’ve wanted to do that since segundo year…” Hermione blushed and laid her head on Ron’s chest, her arms still around him.
    Just then, who should appear but fred and George. They silently crept up behind the pair.
    “Hello there little brother,” they chorused.
    Ron continued holding Hermione in his arms. It felt good, but, as usual, he couldn’t have his moment. “Bloody hell, Fred, George, what are tu doing here?” he asked. Hermione shot them a look.
    “What aren’t we doing,” they chorused again.
    “We just wanted to see our little brother,” George dicho teasingly.
    “Hermione, eh? She doesn’t call tu Won-Won too, does she?” fred asked.
    “No, Fred, for your information, she does not call me Won-Won.” Ron hugged Hermione a bit closer to his chest. “And I think she would like tu two to leave.”
    The twins each put a hand on Hermione’s shoulders. “You don’t want us to leave—“ George said.
    “—right, Hermione?” fred finished.
    “Yes, I kind of do guys, sorry,” Hermione replied. She then buried her face in Ron’s T-shirt.
    “All right then,” they sighed. They then left the couple alone, and hid in a deserted corridor, watching people on the Marauder’s Map. They had “borrowed” the map from Harry, who still probably didn’t realize it was missing.

    Up in Ravenclaw Tower, Luna searched through her trunk, only to find that her jar had been stolen. She didn’t want to disappoint Neville…but she had to. She hurried back and found Neville sitting in the same chair as before. “I'm so sorry Neville, but…I think someone estola my jar of Wrackspurts…I didn't mean to waste your time waiting for me.”
    “It’s all right, Luna. I still believe you,” Neville replied.
    “Thanks, Neville. You’re one of the best friends I ever had.”
    Neville blushed. “Y-You’re welcome,” he stammered. Luna then hugged him.
    “Thanks for being a good friend to me,” she said. Neville hugged her back, smiling.
    “Sure thing, Luna.”

    Back in the library, Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Thank goodness they left, I was beginning to worry they were never going to leave…” Ron said.
    “Same here,” Hermione replied, looking up at him with a smile.
    “Hermione, maybe we should go. The biblioteca might be closing soon…” Ron trailed off. If it was indeed late enough for the biblioteca to close, then they would face not only the wrath of Madam Pince, the librarian, but also that of Argus Filch, the caretaker, and his skeletal gray cat, Mrs. Norris.
    “Where do tu want to go?” Hermione asked.

    In a corridor hidden behind a tapestry of a knight slaying a dragon, the twins watched Ron and Hermione’s labeled dots carefully.
    “They’re on the move!” fred dicho loudly.
    George put his wand tip on the map. “Mischief managed,” he whispered. The map began to wipe itself clean. He folded it up and stuffed it in a pocket. They’d slip it back in Harry’s el maletero, tronco later. After all, he was the only descendant of the Marauders. The son of Prongs, to be exact. Together, they emerged from behind the tapestry, nearly bowling over their younger sister, Ginny.
    “Hello, little sis,” they chorused.
    “Hi,” Ginny dicho timidly. Even though she was going out with Harry Potter, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still shy around other people. She quickly walked away from the twins, hoping to get very far away before they could think of a prank to pull on her.

    “Neville…am I embarrassing you?” Luna wondered. Just then, Ginny walked in.
    “Hi Luna,” she dicho shyly. Even though they were around the same age and had been in Dumbledore’s Army together, she was still nervous around the strange girl.
    “No. Oh, hola Ginny,” Neville dicho noticing the redhead.
    “Hello Ginny! Have tu seen my jar of Wrackspurts?” Luna asked.
    “How are tu Luna? And, no, sorry, I haven’t seen it. Hi Neville,” Ginny said. She waved to Harry, who was just coming down the corridor. “Hi Harry,” she called, still shy. Apparently, going out with him didn’t change that at all. Then again, he was probably the most famous wizard in the world, and was incredibly handsome (in her opinion). Of course she would be shy.
    Harry returned her wave, then continued on his way.

    “Maybe we could go…into the Forbidden Forest?” Ron suggested, looking terrified at the very thought. He would never forget his first time going into the Forest at night. Back then, he and Harry had run into a group of acromantulas bent on eating them. Ron was mortally terrified of spiders, a feeling probably enhanced por that event.
    “What about the Room of Requirement?” Hermione offered. It was a bit safer than the Forest, and considerably más private, as not many students knew about the room.
    “Sure…where do tu think we could find it?” Ron racked his brains, trying to remember where it was.
    “You don’t remember?”
    “Hermione, I don’t remember most things. tu know that…”
    She sighed. “Come on.” She dragged him to the seventh floor, just past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed por trolls. She stopped in front of the blank stretch of wall. “Now, close your eyes and imagine the kind of room tu want, and it will appear,” she instructed.
* * *
    Fred and George were hiding nearby, listening in on the conversation.
    “He doesn’t have a good memory, eh?” George said.
    “Looks like we’ll have to do a better job of keeping those Bludgers from hitting his head,” fred replied.
    “No, I think it was Errol’s fault.”
    “How so?”
    “He keeps hitting Ron when he lands, the ruddy bird.”

    If Ron was younger, he would have thought of a room that would give him endless sweets and pudding. But now that he was older, he thought of a kind of place that would let him be alone with Hermione for as long as he wanted without any interruptions from anyone. He opened his eyes and saw a door.
    Hermione took Ron’s hand and opened the door. “Oh, Ron!” she exclaimed. The room was a calming blue, with plush white carpet. The couches were the same color as the walls, and there were bookshelves in multiple places around the room. Hermione hugged Ron tightly as the door closed behind them.

    Having left the seventh floor, fred and George were in the midst of planning another prank. They had with them another Dungbomb, one they were about to set off. Just then, Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of the school, walked by.
    “Hello, Professor,” the twins chorused respectfully, hiding the Dungbomb behind their backs.

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