Seven Normal years of Harry the Hufflepuff

by TheLemonsWillSeeYou

What if Voldemort made a mistake with his Horcruxes? What if he had truly been vanquished that fatefull night? What if the Dursley's didnt treat Harry like crap, but rather with casual indifference? Who would Harry become and what would his world look like? Read along with a seventh year Harry as he goes through his diary of Hogwarts and experience his best and worst moments! AU

37. Goodbyes and Letters

26th of June 1995,
I solemnly swear that I am Harry James Potter Evans.

Well that was it. Tomorrow I'm taking the Express back home and today I said goodbye to Fleur, Emmi, Gabrielle and Adrienne. At least for now.

We spent most of the day together, having a private celebration of Fleur winning the Tournament yesterday. I know that my schoolmates were disappointed that Cedric didn't win, but he came in second by a few seconds. Luckily for her, Fleur was a little faster with a jump charm that let her reach the cup before him. But I wrote all of this yesterday as well.

We spent the day in Hogsmeade, browsing the shops and just walking around. Andre, Appoline and Sirius wanted to be here, but they realized that they could celebrate back in France once they returned there and Sirius knew that we just wanted a small party with us friends. The Three Broomsticks became our primary hangout for the day and we enjoyed a few Butterbeers and just talked about anything and everything we could think of.

When we returned to Hogwarts it was getting close to the time where the Beauxbatons students had to leave. I might have cried just a little when Gabrielle hugged me and promised me that she would write every week, of course she made me promise to reply every week too. Fleur gave me a kiss on the cheek and she told me to remember her when I was sending out letters. Emmi gave me a hug and vowed the next letter I was getting from her would be a letter of triumph from seducing Fleur.

Then there was Adrienne. We shared a final kiss and we got more than a few wolf whistles and cat calls. She promised that she would write when she got the chance. She told me that if I ever found myself in France without anything to do, to look her up and she was sure she could figure out something for us to do. I'm proud to say I only turned slightly red over my entire face.

I watched them leave and waved until I was sure I couldn't see them anymore. I guess I better get some more ink and paper; Hedwig is going to be a busy girl with all the letters I'll be writing over the next many months.

Dinner was a very quiet affair, most of us probably saddened by our friends from the other schools not being with us as we had gotten used to over the year. I talked with Susan most of the meal, though me and Wayne got into a small argument of which was better, Quidditch or Exploding Snap. Man's crazy for loving that card game, I'm telling you.

Harry James Potter Evans.