Harry's P.O.V
I walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. It looked so different. When Voldemort was still alive and the war was going on the doors and windows were boarded up. It was dark and gloomy. People got kidnapped and killed. But now doors had open signs and the windows were clean and shiny. It was bright and happy. Ron and Hermione are great friends. "HARRY POTTER!" I heard someone shout. I looked behind me a reporter ran up to me. I put my hand out.
"Not now sorry," I smiled slightly. The reporter walked away. Ginny, where is Ginny my...oh yeah. She must be back at the burrow with Hermione and Ron.
"Harry!" Hermione was running up to me followed by Ron. They embraced me tightly. "Oh Harry we have to go," Hermione confirmed.
"What?" I asked
"Back to my house, you know the burrow," Ron said.
"I can come?" Harry exclaimed happily
"Of course!" Ron and Hermione exclaimed together. Then they all apparated to the burrow.
