June 19th 1992

In the great hall all of the students are seated, green Slytherin banners with snakes on them are hung all around them. Dumbledore, at the head table, nods to McGonagall. She dings her glass and the chatter stops. Dumbledore rises.

"Another year gone. And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus. In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points. Third place, Hufflepuff, with 352 points. In second place, Ravenclaw with 426 points. And in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin House."

Cheering erupts around the hall, mostly from the Slytherin table.

"Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last minute points to award. To Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool intellect when others were in great peril, 50 points. Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years...50 points. And third, to Mr. Harry Potter and Miss Hope Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house 60 points."

"We're tied with Slytherin," Cassie mutters.

"And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points to Neville Longbottom."

Cheering erupts around the hall once more. Cassie and Hope celebrate with the Twins, Angelina and Lee. Cassie looks up to her mother who is glancing at a glaring Snape with a smirk.

"Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of direction is in order." Dumbledore claps. The green banners change to Gryffindor red and yellow. "Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

Everyone cheers again, all of the students stand and throw their hats into the air, except Draco, who smashes his down onto the table. They all rub each other's hair and jump around, cheering and laughing. Especially the twins who are practically screaming.

June 20th 1992

They were home. Most students would be glad to get home for the summer but not Harry and Hope. They had to deal with their uncle, aunt and cousin now. It was hell for them.

"They can't be that bad," Fred comments. Hope doesn't really talk about the extent of the abuse she suffers with Petunia and Vernon, not even to her best friends. While Harry doesn't have it any good either, Hope catches the brunt of it. Mostly because she takes any punishment she can for her brother.

"Oh, the can be. They're horrible," Hope replied as they make their way through the platform wall. On the other side she finds Harry waiting for her, up ahead she spots the Dursleys waiting looking very unimpressed. "Come on Harry. We have to go," she urges knowing that is will be worse if they make them wait.

Hope hugs the twins not wanting to let go or leave. She really detested the Dursleys. Just about as much as they hated her.

"Ready to face this?" Hope asked her brother as they walk away from the Weasleys and towards their personal hell.

"Nope. But what else can we do?"

"Good point. I'd honestly rather face You-Know-Who again then go back to them," Hope answers truthfully.

"Me too."