DISCLAIMER: Yadda yadda yadda...I don't own Harry Potter, you know that.
(Except for the characters I created) If I did, I certaintly wouldn't be
writing this, I'd be writing 6,7 & the Epilogue. Oops.
**FLASHBACK**
"And graduating third from his class, Harry Potter!" Dumbledore smiled as the of age wizard took the steps slowly, making his way to the podium. His smile never faded the whole time Dumbledore was reciting his past at Hogwarts, even though he wasn't one for attention. The headmaster went on to tell the audience of how Harry successfully twarted He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, saved fellow students, helped clear a man's name, and how he finished first in the Triwizard Tournament. Though this was a very special day for Harry, he couldn't help but blush madly.
Dumbledore was about to carry on, but the faces of some of the students and parents was enough to stop him. "In short", he said, "Harry Potter has been a great success in life, and in this school. And it is in my honor to give him this diploma." He finished with a smile in the drone of applause, and Harry accepted the diploma with a handshake and a hug. He had finally graduated and he knew he was supposed to be happy, but he drowned in sadness, as he looked at the castle as a home for the last time.
***END FLASHBACK***
Harry placed the picture of his two favorite friends back in their place on the mantle, enjoying watching them three frolick and laugh through the enchanted picture. Ron, with his long and lanky frame had grown into a stocky man who had led Gryffindor to the Qudditch House Cup for the second time. He was standing next to Hermione, teasing her with the feather on his quill.
They had gone off together, him as a proffessional quidditch player, and her as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, taking her favorite teachers place after she retired. He looked at the pictures of Ron shaking hands with Dumbledore, holding the Cup, and at the pictures of Hermione sitting on the grass, studying.
Once a small, frizzy hair bucktoothed schoolgirl who blossomed into a beautiful woman, Hermione was the brainy one of the two. Granted, he recieved good marks, but she always had better. Often, she was ridiculed because of her frivolus schedule, but in the end, she had graduated top of her house, and top of her class. Years later, she would accept the job as Deputy Headmistress, and would teach Charms, Muggle Studies, and Transfiguration.
Harry heard a door open and close behind him and turned around to find his beautiful wife trying to manage different bags of sorts on her arms, nearly toppling over.
"Hey hun!", she said, still trying the best of talent at balancing. "Would a big and tough Auror be too busy to help his wife carry a few things?" She had that twinkle in her eye as she said it. Harry crossed over to her in a few strides, took some bags and set them down on the floor.
"Really C-.."
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A/N: Sorry for the cliff. Next chapter coming soon. Hope you enjoy this one! Reviews are appreciated, greatly!
**FLASHBACK**
"And graduating third from his class, Harry Potter!" Dumbledore smiled as the of age wizard took the steps slowly, making his way to the podium. His smile never faded the whole time Dumbledore was reciting his past at Hogwarts, even though he wasn't one for attention. The headmaster went on to tell the audience of how Harry successfully twarted He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, saved fellow students, helped clear a man's name, and how he finished first in the Triwizard Tournament. Though this was a very special day for Harry, he couldn't help but blush madly.
Dumbledore was about to carry on, but the faces of some of the students and parents was enough to stop him. "In short", he said, "Harry Potter has been a great success in life, and in this school. And it is in my honor to give him this diploma." He finished with a smile in the drone of applause, and Harry accepted the diploma with a handshake and a hug. He had finally graduated and he knew he was supposed to be happy, but he drowned in sadness, as he looked at the castle as a home for the last time.
***END FLASHBACK***
Harry placed the picture of his two favorite friends back in their place on the mantle, enjoying watching them three frolick and laugh through the enchanted picture. Ron, with his long and lanky frame had grown into a stocky man who had led Gryffindor to the Qudditch House Cup for the second time. He was standing next to Hermione, teasing her with the feather on his quill.
They had gone off together, him as a proffessional quidditch player, and her as Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, taking her favorite teachers place after she retired. He looked at the pictures of Ron shaking hands with Dumbledore, holding the Cup, and at the pictures of Hermione sitting on the grass, studying.
Once a small, frizzy hair bucktoothed schoolgirl who blossomed into a beautiful woman, Hermione was the brainy one of the two. Granted, he recieved good marks, but she always had better. Often, she was ridiculed because of her frivolus schedule, but in the end, she had graduated top of her house, and top of her class. Years later, she would accept the job as Deputy Headmistress, and would teach Charms, Muggle Studies, and Transfiguration.
Harry heard a door open and close behind him and turned around to find his beautiful wife trying to manage different bags of sorts on her arms, nearly toppling over.
"Hey hun!", she said, still trying the best of talent at balancing. "Would a big and tough Auror be too busy to help his wife carry a few things?" She had that twinkle in her eye as she said it. Harry crossed over to her in a few strides, took some bags and set them down on the floor.
"Really C-.."
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A/N: Sorry for the cliff. Next chapter coming soon. Hope you enjoy this one! Reviews are appreciated, greatly!