It was done. The war was done. But it was Neville who defeated He-who-must-not-be-named, Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle. If you wished to know why, I tell you. Harry, with Gordic Gryffindor's sword, walked up to the almost defeated you-know-who. But he throws the sword at the crowd, knowing it wouldn't hurt them.

"I'm not going to kill you, Tom. Coz I'm no murderer". Then he turned away and walked into the bloodstain sunset.

But as Harry disappeared into the red cape that was the sky, a green and gold Phoenix flew to him. Why hadn't his bloody owl done? But the strange thing is, it, well, it disappeared and Harry fall. He fell to the ground with a smile on his face. I heard whisper, like 'why is he smiling'. Then the Mudblood shouted "Stop it, stop it. His mum and dad are dead. He finally is joining them. Wouldn't you be happy?" She broke down in tears. The weasels and the weaseltte tried to comfort her.

That was two years ago. I won't forget my foe, my best friend. I'm only this strong because if the black-haired angel. Is it possible to love and hate someone at the same time. I know it is. The only thing is why had the Phoenix have a Slytherin color with a Gryffindork.

I'm in the head master office. The Sorting Hat said as if it knew what I was thinking, "Harry Potter was not the House he was placed in,

But he should have been in Slytherin

If I had my say

On the fateful day".

Harry, a Slytherin. Who would believed it. Well, well Potter, who knew you had it in you.

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