The Later Years Part V! Almost done.
By ^*Sandry (Hmph Argumentive)*^
Phew, what a cross to bear! My first story (I've improved a little bit) is almost done! Last Chapter!

"Dumbledore?" whispered Harry, after taking off his spell.

"Dumbledore! Are you all right? Speak to me. Dumbledore?"

"Harry? Harry, my boy. Get to the castle... Get to the castle as fast as you can. They need you, Hermione and you Ro-" Then Dumbledore fell into an internal sleep, and went to a happier place. Harry stared at him for a moment, and then felt his pulse. None. He felt his heart. No beating. Dumbledore, his mentor, sometimes his only hope, was gone.

"Harry?" whispered a voice. "Harry? Wake up, Harry? Are you gone too? Harry!" The voice was coming from somewhere near his ear, and a wand was prodding him on the chest. "Harry??!?! NOOOOOO.... Please, God, DON'T take Harry... He's my best friend.. NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry slowly opened an eye. Ron was next to him. It seemed that he had passed out from shock and Ron had thought... well, sometimes Ron wasn't very smart... He raised his head slowly.

"Oh, Harry!" said Ron, his heart bursting with happiness. "You're alive! Its a miracle!" he started to yell, "Harry's ali-" When Harry clamped his hand over his mouth.

"SHH! we'll get caught. Look- It's Mr. Malfoy!" they melted into a corner as Mr. Malfoy swept through the room. They were in Malfoy Manor, and Draco's father was here.

"What have we here?" muttered Mr. Malfoy as he saw Dumbledore. "Dead? Finally? The Geezer is FINALLY dead? Father always said this was the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts..."

Then realazation struck Ron and Harry. This wasn't Mr. Malfoy... This was DRACO! Uh oh. They were in deep trouble. Rumor was that Pansy Parkinson was as mean as Malfoy was. What a match they were. Their evil had swept the country like wildfire.

Dumbledore was dead. Harry's world was gone, and he had died in such a VIOLENT manner... Harry had to go on. He couldn't shut down here, when Malfoy was here.

They had to leave him here. Dumbledore said they were needed at Hogwarts, where they were all Professors. Students would be worried. Seventh years would be apparating around looking for them at every imaginable place. 2 teachers were gone. Hectic.

As soon as Malfoy had left, they ran. Up the stairs. Through the hall. Out the door, oblivious to everything around them. Harry tried to do a flying spell, but it didn't work. They ran. Ran. Ran. With Ron's gift of a compass that shows you as a little white dot and your destination as a Blue dot, they made it in a couple of days.
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They swept in the front door and dashed to Lupin's office. There he found Professor Black (sirius) the Astronomy Teacher bent over Lupin.

"Harry!" gasped Sirius as they rushed in. "Remus. HE was attacked last night. His heart is still working, but very slowly. Hermione is coming. Ah, here she is. Hermione. Make a life potion. Harry, You're good at charms. Do the life spell. Ron, you can conjure, can't you? I hope so. Conjure up a p;iece of paper and an owl and sent it to Madame Sickoru saying to apparate here POST HASTE. I, will work on him some more."

Lupin moaned. "Har-ry." He said.

"Yessir?" asked Harry. "I just arrived"

"Good. Write this down. The job of Headmaster shall go to you, and Hermione will be Deputy Headmistress. My Owl will go to Ron, and my possesions will go to Fred, George, and Sirius. Got that? This is my will and last testament. Let me sign.

He signed, and gave a final last parting word. "Good Luck." He died with a smile on his face. He had gone to live with Dumbledore in the green meadows of internity.

They all sniffed, and Madame Sickoru broke down. "It's all my fault. I should've kept him alive."


And so it ended. Their lives went on, and their minds never forgot those moments. Harry remained Headmaster for 89 years. Then, he too, went to a happier place. Hermione died 6 years after Harry, and Ron died early at 67. Their lives were happy for the rest of their days, living and immortal