J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Today is the day that I graduate.
My parents are here, restored memories and all, along with the family members of every other in my year and the year below me.
After the war most seventh years had to repeat their last year; they had all been surprised, but half of them had been on the run, and the other half had been taught be death eaters for a year.
And now it's over.
I'm going to miss Hogwarts, but, in a way, it'll be better out there. We'll have more freedom.
We won't have to use the invisibility cloak just to go out after ten, and we'll have real jobs. We can do whatever we want- within reason, of course.
Harry, Ron, and I are planning on staying in 12 Grimmauld Place until we get homes of our own.
I'm sure that it will remind me of when we on the run, hiding there from Voldemort.
At least I won't have to see the Slytherins anymore, I think, and then I wonder:
If I've graduated, will I still be a Gryffindor? Will Slytherins still be Slytherins?
Technically, we won't be, but maybe...
What if the only reason some students act like the others of their house is because they want to fit in? What if, since they're no longer here, they change?
Was Hogwarts holding us back from that?
I ty to empty my mind of these thoughts, today is supposed to be a day of celebration.
But it feels like the opposite, and it has barely started.