Chapter 10

The next few days passed quickly, each rumor of what had happened for ridiculous than the last. Altaira, Helena, and Leta had apologized and Lucius was working his hardest on diminishing the Potter name. Finally, the end of the term feast came. Potter, of course, couldn't resist the urge to arrive fashionably late with Dumby.

"Another year has gone!" Dummy said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully, your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts... Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out at the Slytherin table.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

Calypso's smile faded a little. She swore, if -Toes gave Potter a million points for facing the Dark Lord she would scream.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes... First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

Weasley went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. ...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver.

Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

At last, there was silence again.

"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." Granger buried her face in her arms; Obviously bursting into tears.

Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up.

The whole Slytherin table looked close to Avada-ing the whole school.

"Third - to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore.

The room went deadly quiet.

"- for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The sound was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin.

They had fucking tied for the house cup - if only Calypso had learned the killing curse. And she could see many of her classmates thinking the same thing.

The room gradually fell silent. "There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I, therefore, award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Most of the Slytherin house stood up, wands raised threateningly but Snape cast them a warning look.

Dumbledore looked their way, almost dismissively. "Ah yes, and Slytherin. I award Miss Greengrass, Miss Lestrange, Mister Nott, and Mister Malfoy fifty points altogether. But, now I must take away those points for aggressiveness. This means," Dumbledore called, over the protests, "we need a little change of decoration." He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a Gryffindor lion took its place.

Most of the Slytherins had stormed out, and Calypso was tempted to follow, but only pure urge to curse Dumbly later when everyone had gone was keeping her there.

Soon, exam results were passed out and Calypso had scored second best in her year, only coming short of the bloody mudblood, who was every teacher, except Snape's, of course, 's favorite. Everyone else in Slytherin had also gotten great scores, and at least they had a higher average than the Gryffindors. It was to be expected of course though, the Gryffindor house was full of disgusting blood traitors and mudbloods anyway. And faster than she could imagine, plans were made for the summer and they were all boarding the Hogwarts Express.

It was just like the train ride there, she sat with the same people, and Theo and Daphne had started acting decent to each other again. If it wasn't for the horrible unjust at the end of the term she would've been happy to call it the best year ever.

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Well, that's one book completed. To be honest, I thought I would never finish. But yessss we're done.

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