Heyyyyy...again.
So, if there are any unanswered questions, they will be answered in the next book.
Also, I forgot to mention last chapter that Neville was under the Imperius Curse, sorry!
This is the final chapter.
Harry sat in the common room, in his favourite armchair, his two best friends right beside him, right in front of the fire, the sky was pitch black and it was unusually cold for a summer night, but it was as warm as ever in the common room.
Harry refused to allow himself to relax though.
It had been a week since the tournament was over, a week since the other schools left, a week since Barty Crouch was exposed.
A week since Percy Jackson died.
Harry had been in a state of depression and guilt, along with Hermione, as they had been unfriendly to Percy, they suspected him to be a Desth Eater, but, despite all that, he had died for Harry.
Ron, however, was perfectly fine, having not known Percy at all, being stuck in the Room of Requirement for the year.
He was incredibly skinny and pale when they rescued him, but he was a lot better now, eating his meals with even more gusto than before.
The school was also mourning, as Dumbledore had given the news three days ago, and he had also given the reason, which plunged the school into a state of depression and fear.
Harry had barely slept for the past week, he was just tossing and turning in bed, eaten up by guilt, thinking of different scenarios where Percy survived, and he died instead.
This night was no different, and, by the time Harry turned in at one o'clock, he just lay there, thinking.
It was beginning to lighten outside when Harry gave up any chance of sleep, Harry guessed it was around five o'clock in the morning.
Deciding that he would make the most of the sunrise, he heaved himself out of bed, and trudged over to the window.
He looked over the beautiful grounds of Hogwarts, looking even better in the half light, the shadows of the trees of the forest dancing on the surface of the lake.
Harry let out a breath, and, for the first time in 168 hours, allowed himself to relax.
He caught sight of a figure, sitting at the lake, and Harry wondered who would be outside at five in the morning.
As if he knew he was being watched, the person swivelled his head around and looked up at Harry's window.
Emerald green eyes met kind sea green.
Percy Jackson winked at Harry Potter, and disappeared, leaving nothing but a fine mist behind him.
And that's the book over! The next one will be called, Piggypimples: The return of the Sea.
Wow dramatic.
This chapter's song: Postcards, by James Blunt.
All bow/curtesy to Percy.
Peace out.