Resorting of Gryffindor

"Wake up or we'll be late! We need to get there early!" Hermione exclaimed into the room. Ron and Harry groaned but got out of bed. Today was the day they were heading back to Hogwarts for their 7th and final year of Hogwarts. Technically the year before was their 7th, but they didn't attend school.

The group was fresh out of the war and were still in some type of danger. Aurors patrolled the now rebuilt Burrow, and everyone inside made sure to not unless it was necessary.

Everyone needed to wake up early since the train would leave earlier. They needed to expand the train because there were an extra generation of students. Each grade level would have more students since everyone was redoing their grade level. Harry threw on some clothes and headed to the bathroom with Ron to brush their teeth and bring their bags downstairs.

Harry looked into the mirror and squinted. His lightning bolt scar was now faded, but visible if you looked. His skin had tanned, and his hair grew longer. He hadn't been keeping up with his apperances, yet he looked better than before. He had spent most of his time sunbathing in hills, away from the family and Aurors. Away from anyone in general. He had become to like the quiet a lot more, and he was definitely a little more quiet than before the mess of the previous year.

Everyone grabbed the bags and flooed to the station to find platform 9 3/4.

The family was still greiving, and it was noticable. Neither Molly nor Arthur wore clothes of any color. They vowed to wear black until the first anniversary of Fred's death. They had taken it hard, and so had George. George was almost nonexistent. He lived with his girlfriend, and he closed down the shop until further notice. No one heard from him, and only Hermione seemed to be able to get some words out of him. Harry reminded him too much of the war, and the red hair made him remember Fred. And so Hermione was the perfect in between.

They found out from Hermione that he had died his hair brown, and he wore sunglasses inside. Hermione guessed it was to hide his reflection from himself so he wouldn't think of Fred.

The group passed through the wall barrier, and arrived to the train. They placed their bags down and said their goodbyes.

"Bye bye. We'll see you soon." Ginny and Ron hugged Molly and Arthur.

"Goodbye Mrs. Weasley. I will keep in touch." Hermione hugged the two.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." Harry managed to say. He still felt very scared around the two. Harry had to still wait for his inheritance to come in before he could inherit the Black Manor, so he was forced to live with the Weasleys now that the Dursleys had moved away permanently.

"What's all the Mr. and Mrs. stuff? Continue to call us Arthur and Molly." Arthur told him gently. The tow hugged him, and Harry held on. The group seperated and loaded onto the train. Ginny went to find her friends while the trio snagged a compartment all to themselves.

The train started to move, and they embarked on their ride to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Halfway through, they got changed into their clothes, but someone interrupted them.

"McGonagall has given me a message to pass around. Everyone in Gryffindor needs to get ride of everything on their uniform that has a Gryffindor crest or house colors. That means not red and gold stripes and no lions." She told them.

"Wait why?" Ron asked her, but she left to tell some others.

"Why the hell do we have to remove our house colors?" Ron asked aloud. Although the group still did it. They vanished away the color and crests. Now their uniforms looked dull and colorless, just like when they arrived the Hogwarts for their first time.