A New Life
By: CDachen
Chapter 1: Depressing Diary Entries
Summary: Taking place in Harry's seventh and final year at Hogwarts. He realizes that he might never see his friends again. And what are the trio doing after Hogwarts? Please read and review!
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Harry sat in the dark confines of his room all alone. With pen in hand, he got the energy to scoot it across the paper. This really wasn't the night for Harry. The day before graduation was getting closer and closer, even with every step he took, with every breath he took in.
It s coming...
He was writing in his journal...
I know I should be happy, right? I have the 2 greatest friends in the world, I am the Seeker on the Quidditch team, I finally got away from the Dursleys. If all of this is true, then why do I feel this way? Why does this feeling feel as quaint as it does.
It feels as if I'm missing something. Am I sure that I lived my 7 years at Hogwarts as full as possible. Not a little fun here, then a little fun there. I mean lived it to the rim of the glass overflowing with milk kind of fullest. This is making me so ill to my stomach, like I had just eating another earwax Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
I never took my time at Hogwarts for advantage, well, no, I take that back, just to get away from the Dursleys but I mean did I get to do everything I wanted? Did I learn everything I wanted to? Did I meet everyone and make friends with everything that I had pleased?
I had finally gotten away from the Dursley's thanks to Dumbledore and Sirius. I met one of the nicest people ever, Hagrid, who told me more about my past. If it wasn't for Dumbledore, I wouldn't know who I was. Thanks to Professor McGonagall, I now am on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as their seeker for the 7th consecutive year. Draco and I used to hate each other, but now him and I are at least tolerable together.
I think I have realized the feeling. It's a feeling of homesickness. It's like my body is giving me a sample of it, then after tomorrow it will be a terminal illness that I'll try and try again to rid myself of. I will never get over leaving Hogwarts. So much has happened here. I'm a part of it, and it is for certain a part of me.
After writing himself tired, he walked over to his bed. When he was all tucked in, he realized why he couldn't sleep. Getting himself up, he walked over to the bookshelf over on the other wall and turned the stereo off. Looking out of the window he could see that some of the faculty was magic to set up for the graduation ceremony tomorrow. It'll be Harry's big day.
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The next morning, Harry didn't feel like waking. It was truly going to be a horrible day, so he thought. He couldn't help but think that this would be the last morning he'd wake up in Hogwarts, that was the last night that he would ever sleep in one of the Hogwarts beds, so warm and toasty. Harry couldn't believe it. Some might call him a baby for feeling the way he felt, but to other's, school was school, and to Harry, school was life.
Standing up, he decided to walk around a big and look at all of the other things in his room that he might never see again. The bookshelf that held the many magical books that Harry had learned his greatness from. The desk where he had spent countless nights and days studying for tests, reading, and jotting stuff down in his journal. The trunk in which held some of Harry's most valuable possessions: his broomstick and the broomstick servicing kit that Hermione had gotten him from a few years past, the pictures of him and his friends, the pictures that Hagrid and Dumbledore had recovered of his parents together with a baby Harry, the invisibility cloak that Harry had inherited from his father, and many other priceless items.
His life would never be the same. Harry knew this for fact, but he knew that it was time to grow up.
He went to the boys Gryffindor shower rooms, got showered, changed into his robes and waited for his friends.
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Come on, Ron. You better hurry up and get ready! The ceremony starts in 10 minutes! warned Hermione. She was standing outside of the boy's shower room shouting to Ron who was somewhere in there. She got frustrated and decided to leave, otherwise she would be late for the ceremony herself. Better her than Ron.
While walking to the meeting place of all of the students, Hermione started to think to herself.
This is my last day at Hogwarts. What am I going to do afterwards? Did I pass all of the exams?! Do I get to graduate!?!? she worriedly said to herself like the old Hermione. Her and Harry's feelings about leaving their beloved Hogwarts were quite similar.
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The 10 minutes had passed and Ron still wasn't ready. He was probably the most upset one of all.
After 7 years of growing, Ron was a handsome young man, and very muscular to boot. He was sitting in the shower room on the floor with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hands were inside of his arms and you could tell by the sight of him that he was very upset to see this day come.
Why is it so hard to leave good friends? I know I'll probably see them again but it won't be the same. We won't get in trouble anymore. There won't be anyone to blame for all of the occurring mischief at Hogwarts. Without us, Hogwarts will be boring! he said to himself with a chuckle at the end. Ron was still so funny that he could make himself laugh, along with anyone else who had listened.
Now wasn't the time for chuckles and laughter though. He knew that it was here, the final day.
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It's here...
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Now students remember, when we announce for the class Valedictorian to come up and make their speech, all stand up and clap. Then after we announce your name and you come up to receive your Witchcraft and Wizard Diploma, stand in a line and turn your tassels of your caps to the left.
Just for the record, the whole Valedictorian thing shall be explained. After looking at overall performance during their 7 years at Hogwarts, they pick the top 10 students from each house, then narrow it to 5, then to 3, then at the ceremony, to 1 person only. The students who were elected have to write speeches for themselves in case they get chosen.
At McGonagall's reminder of the Valedictorian speeches, Harry realized that he had forgotten his. Oh well, he thought, It's not like I'm going to be the Valedictorian. I don't think I deserve it at the moment. Even though he was one of the 3 students from Gryffindor selected, he didn't care. Hermione had her speech all prepared, just in case.
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Ron finally decided to get ready and within five minutes he was sitting along with his peers in the class section.
Where were you!? Hermione whispered anxiously.
I was sitting by myself thinking in the shower room. I'm not ready for this guys, I don't want to leave Hogwarts. I don't want to go work at Gringotts. It'll be cool and all but I'll never see you guys, we might never see each other again. Ron explained.
I know how you feel... Harry said quietly. At the mention of Ron working at Gringotts, Harry had realized something: he didn't know where he wanted to work. Hermione was probably going to go far off and work for a large magic company and be the brains of it all. Ron was going to be a cursebreaker like his brothers were in the past at Gringotts. What was Harry going to be? Where was Harry going to live? Will he have food? At all of this, Harry got the most brilliant idea ever possible. Then out of the blue, Dumbledore started to speak.
I give you the graduating class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! he said in a proud voice.
They all stood up to take a bow. Just then, the clapping started to fade and Dumbledore began to speak again.
And finally, before we hand out the diplomas, we have to recognize the Valedictorian of the graduating class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Dumbledore said as there was an awkward silence that filled the air.
A breeze swept past Harry and caught his attention just as Dumbledore said....
And the Valedictorian is....
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