Demigods at Hogwarts

Chapter Two: The Hogwarts Letters

Harry's POV
I sit on the sofa at the at the Burrow, my arm around Ginny, her head on my shoulder. I can smell the cooking coming from the kitchen as Mrs Weasley works on the Sunday lunch. Ginny looks up at me and I smile, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. I give her a quick kiss, causing her to giggle in surprise, before I start tickling her, making her burst out in laughter and fall of the sofa, as she rolls around. I laugh at her and help her up.
"Sorry, Ginerva," I say, grinning evilly at her.
"Don't call me that!" She exclaims, slapping my arm.
"Ow!" I say, pretending that it hurt, rubbing where she hit me.
"Then DO NOT call me Ginerva!" She says, sitting on my lap.
"Oof!" I exclaim.
"HARRY! GINNY!" HOGWARTS OWLS!" Hermione yells.
"Calm, down, 'Mione!" I hear Ron say to her.
"Coming!" I call, standing and picking Ginny up bridal style, making her giggle, putting her arms around my neck. I walk into the kitchen. Mrs Weasley and Hermione smile at the sight of Ginny and I, but Ron fake gags. I put Ginny down and walk over to where Hermione and Ron are standing, around a pile of four letters. Errol sits there, as Ron gives him a treat, before he flys face first into the window.
"Daft owl," Mrs Weasley says, looking over. I pick up Ginny's letter and hand it to her before picking my own up and opening it. It read:
Dear Mr Potter,
I would like to inform you that you shall be attending Hogwarts for your last  year here, as the previous year  was disrupted due to the war. You shall be re-doing your seventh year, before graduating. School term starts on the 1st September. We await your owl by no longer than the 31st July.

This year, we shall also be having some exchange students from America. They shall also be in the seventh year. 

Yours sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Exchange students from America? I wonder if they'll be nice... What house will they be in?
I look at the list of equipment, but it's the same as usual.
"WE'RE GOING BACK TO HOGWARTS! I CAN GRADUATE!" Hermione shouts excitedly. I smile at her and laugh.
"I'm guessing you're in... Ginny, you have to go back so you can do your 7th year at least, maybe your 6th, if you want. Ron, are you in? I ask looking at him.
"Uh, sure. Maybe we might actually get a peaceful year at Hogwarts." He says.
"OK. I'm in too," I say, happily. "One last year at school!"
"Oh, don't say that, Harry, it's too sad!" Mrs Weasley exclaims.
"Sorry, Mrs Weasley," I apologise, before I quickly get a quill and some parchment and write letter to McGonagall letting her know I will be attending Hogwarts for my eighth and final year there.

Later, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and I sit in the living room, discussing what Hogwarts will be like, now the war is over.
"Hopefully it will be nice and peaceful, so we can just get on with our studies and get on with work, study and you know, do school stuff." Hermione says.
"Hogwarts? Peaceful? Ha! That's likely!" Ginny says, snorting with laughter.
"So attractive, Ginny, snorting," Hermione laughs.
"Shut up!" Ginny exlaims, playfully pushing Hermione's arm and laughing.
"Do you think it will have recovered properly from the war?" Ron asks.
"Uh, Ron? We live in a world of magic. How long do you think it would take just to use a bit of magic to repair everything? They can probably just wave their wands, say 'reparo' or something and it will be fine," I say.
"Oh, yeah... True" Ron says, laughing.
"Harry, I doubt they would use reparo. The scale is too big for that. They probably have some other spell," Hermione corrects.
"Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, could you come help me get lunch ready? Arthur, come and help too! Fr- George, Percy, you can come down too!" Mrs Weasley calls from the kitchen, correcting herself for  nearly calling Fred to come downstairs.  We all look at each other and go to help in the kitchen, trying to keep our minds off Fred's death after being reminded about it.