The atmosphere in the great hall was very serene Hermione noticed as she
sat down at the Gryffindor table. There was no raucous laughter that was
present in the old days before the war or even the devastating tears of
news of lost loved ones after the war started it was so far an uneventful
dinner.
They Hogwarts students gradually made there way through the meal and onto desserts. The staff at the high table looked ever vigilant some even sombre. And then it happened the same way the others did the news was brought by "Fawkes" the headmaster's phoenix. The large bird swooped into the hall with a rush of air and every breath in the room caught in the occupants throats, each pupil prayed as did the staff with all there hearts "let it not be, let it not be them" they waited for the terrible news that would effect one of them, some one was dead, either friend or family to one or many.
The great bird finally stopped and landed on the table in front of Professor Dumbledore who took the letter of the bird's leg and read it slowly. As he got to the last word of the message a single tear of sorrow and joy slowly rolled down his check. He looked round the hall at the faces awaiting the news with dread, some with a fork still in there hand And said
"Students and staff please raise your glasses" and they did, every single person to honour the life that they knew was lost, this had gone on for weeks the news coming at different hours. Many had already lost due to the rise of Voldemort.
"To Harry Potter, He has succeeded." said the headmaster.
Every single person dead or alive cheered the relief in there faces evident and drank the toast to there saviour. Dumbledoor waited silently until the room calmed down again. The expression on the professor face showed there was more.
"Please, I ask you to raise your glasses again, there is another toast".
"To Harry Potter,
The man who died so we may live"
They Hogwarts students gradually made there way through the meal and onto desserts. The staff at the high table looked ever vigilant some even sombre. And then it happened the same way the others did the news was brought by "Fawkes" the headmaster's phoenix. The large bird swooped into the hall with a rush of air and every breath in the room caught in the occupants throats, each pupil prayed as did the staff with all there hearts "let it not be, let it not be them" they waited for the terrible news that would effect one of them, some one was dead, either friend or family to one or many.
The great bird finally stopped and landed on the table in front of Professor Dumbledore who took the letter of the bird's leg and read it slowly. As he got to the last word of the message a single tear of sorrow and joy slowly rolled down his check. He looked round the hall at the faces awaiting the news with dread, some with a fork still in there hand And said
"Students and staff please raise your glasses" and they did, every single person to honour the life that they knew was lost, this had gone on for weeks the news coming at different hours. Many had already lost due to the rise of Voldemort.
"To Harry Potter, He has succeeded." said the headmaster.
Every single person dead or alive cheered the relief in there faces evident and drank the toast to there saviour. Dumbledoor waited silently until the room calmed down again. The expression on the professor face showed there was more.
"Please, I ask you to raise your glasses again, there is another toast".
"To Harry Potter,
The man who died so we may live"