Guess who is saying that they'll do NaNoWriMo and essentially never do-but y'all I'm sorry I abandoned this story. If I don't update this at least 5 times this month, feel free to hunt me down.
Chapter 30
The end of the term soon approached them. Of course, that meant spending less time in the Chamber- practicing his spells and parseltongue in secret. He'd been forced to sneak out away from his friends and into the Chamber a few times-just to keep his magic flowing.
Everyone was stressed about their final exams. The fifth and seventh years seemed to be having a hard time with their OWLs and NEWTs coming up for them. It made everyone tense, constantly studying and stressed. He'd probably seen a few students have an emotional breakdown from the stress, but he didn't comment about that.
Surprisingly, his twin was even studying or probably his mudblood friend who got a little too friendly with Harrison, was feeding him the answers along with his blood traitor of a friend. Saeviour and the blood traitor kept giving him glares as he sat down with his books at an empty table in the library. Only Hermione gave him friendly smiles as he approached and got back to giving them the answers.
As the end of the week approached, Harrison couldn't help but feel relieved. He had already taken the final exams, though Herbology and History of Magic gave him troubles-mainly because he had never been really good at the subjects so he just memorized through the whole year.
He soon found himself at the end of the year feast, his mask indifferent. Many conversations were held, making the Great Hall rumbauskas. The hall was decked out in the Slytherin covers of green and silver, marking the fact that Slytherin just won the house cup once again for that matter-for the seventh time in a row. Banners with the Slytherin serpent were seen across the ceiling. The teachers and the headmaster sat straightly in front of them.
Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes stared at the mass of students, chatting loudly. He tapped his gold goblet and everyone fell silent, whatever words that were on their helds held silent. Everyone turned their attention to the Headmaster including Harrison who only stared at his long, white beard.
It was only a small sacrifice in getting out of Hogwarts and returning back to Kings' Cross. He was already getting antsy that in only a matter of weeks, he and the Dark Lord, along with several freed Death Eaters would be breaking out the other Death Eaters who resided in Azkaban, and replacing the administration with someone more suitable.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore 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 from the Slytherin table. Draco was banging his goblet on the table that thudded loudly and rattled the table next to him. Harrison looked at him in annoyance, but sat there clapping quietly that his house had won the house cup.
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Exam results were posted only a few days after the feast. Saeviour wasn't pleasantly surprised that scored in the middle, but at least he passed. It really helped if Hermione was there, tutoring him and Ron and letting them copy her revisions. To no surprise that Hermione placed in the top 5, a name below Peverell-Slytherin, and the bottom one below Hermione's was Malfoy's.
His housemates were still disappointed about the fact that once again, they had lost the house cup. Even shaking their heads, when after the little stunt they pulled-they lost even more points, putting them in fourth. Saeviour was still surprised that Dumbleodre didn't give Gryffindor any points and was content in letting Slytherin take the lead.
"Mate, you should come over to my house. Besides, mum will love to see you again!" Ron said, as he put his robes into his trunk.
Saeviour smiled, as he imagined the warmth and the mother figure that Mrs. Weasley provided. She was heartbroken when his mum died back in the early of the year. Besides, he missed her food and her pudding most of all.
"You know I will," Saeviour laughed.
He stuffed the rest of his school things in his trunk-robes not folded, books, and papers in his messy handwriting. He closed his trunk with a thud, and looked at Ron who was struggling in trying to finish his packing.
"I'm going to go see my dad real quick," He told Ron.
Ron nodded, and he continued packing. Saeviour headed down to the red and gold common room, with empty Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans litter all over the floor. His classmates loitered and talked about their summer plans in the common room as he passed them and out the common room.
He headed down flights of stairs until he reached the third floor and into the Defense classroom. His dad was talking with Dumbleodre, in his colorful robes when he walked in. He stood there quite a distance, feeling that he might be intruding-but they turned to look at him and beckoned him forward.
"My boy! How are you doing?" Headmaster Dumbleodre said, putting his hand on Saeviour's shoulder when he was near enough.
"I'm doing alright, sir; a little disappointed that we lost the house cup, but I'm excited for summer holidays."
"That's good, my boy. I think you'd be excited to hear that you'll be having private lessons with me during the summer holidays," Dumbledore told him.
"Sir, did this happen because of what happened to the stone?"
Dumbledore didn't respond, but Saeviour felt ecstatic at the thought that Dumbledore would be training him once more. In his early childhood before his ex-twin, Dumbleodre helped get him to use his magical core. A few years ago, he stopped when he never made much progress passed Wingardium Leviosa.
But now, Professor Dumbledore was willing to give him lessons again.
Saeviour left the Defense classroom after that and headed up back to his dormitory to collect his trunk and head down to the castle and onto the train.
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Oof another short chapter. I'm so sorry for these filler chapters, but they are absolutely worthwhile to the plot because of it. But I promise, that the next chapter will be more interesting and longer because more likely than not would be the break out chapter. I'm curious if y'all want more varying POVS from side characters or just strictly from Harrison's. Drop a review down below and tell me what you think!