The New Headmistress

The New Headmistress

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the HP characters nor am I making any money. I write because I like to.

Chapter 1 -The Tragedy

The first day of summer vacation dawned bright and sunny. The sky was blue and cloudless. Birds chirped and the Giant Squid waved its tentacles playfully. There was one thing missing however, the laughter and chatter of people. Instead, another sound could occasionally be heard from within the stone castle that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That sound was the sound of crying.

Harry Potter walked slowly out of a room and headed down the hall toward where his best friends, Hermione and Ron sat. He sighed, and thought about how just last week everyone had been so happy. The war was over, Voldemort was dead, and all the Death Eaters had been rounded up and now were serving their terms in Azkaban. The weeks following had been hectic. The dead were buried, parties had been held, and weddings occurred. In fact, his, Hermione's and Ron's weddings were three out of the many that had been attended. Harry himself had married Ginny Weasley, Ron had married Luna Lovegood, and Hermione had married the love of her life, the newest Hollywood actor, Draco Malfoy. But now those happy times had ended, for now someone else was dying, someone extremely close to all of them, Minerva McGonagall. Just five days ago, Minerva had collapsed during dinner, to the horror of all the students. She had been taken the infirmary where Madame Pomfrey had diagnosed her with leukemia and breast cancer. She had been put on several potions in hope that they would minimize the cancer, but in the end they did nothing to help. Now Minerva lay on her deathbed and wanted to see Hermione. Finally reaching the small group, he smiled a sad smile and took in the picture before him. Hermione was wrapped in her husband's arms (it still creeped him out that she had married their former enemy) and Ron was hugging Luna tightly. "Hermione" Harry said softly, "Minerva wants to see you." Nodding, Hermione wriggled from Draco's grip and headed down the hall.