A/N: LAST CHAPTER! So what is the most horrible task yet? Find out…
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling.
Parvati screamed. "Oh, Harry, what is it?" She grabbed Harry's arm and tried to hide behind him.
"I…I don't know," he admitted and he and Parvati backed up until they were against the wall.
Answering them, the thing said, "I am your deepest fears, the thing that you are afraid of so much that you just want to die thinking about it. If I remove my hood, you will see that fear---and you might die."
"But you…you don't look like a boggart," Harry said, seeing that it was neither a dementor (Harry's fear) nor a mummy (Parvati's fear).
"That is because I am not a boggart. I am much worse. I am a boggartopolis; I am your deepest fear, one that haunts you to this day. The fear can be dangerous," the boggartopolis said. "Who is going to face me?"
With what must have been pure courageousness, Parvati said, "I will!"
"Parvati, are you sure, I mean…" Harry let his sentence trail off. She looked determined, she had her fists clenched and her lips were tightly pursed together.
"I suggest you turn around, boy," the boggartopolis growled. Harry did so, without a word. "Are you ready, miss?" he heard it say to Parvati. Her answer was affirmative. Harry heard a lot of screaming and yelling. He dared to turn around. He saw visions-like misty pictures- of a person being killed by a guillotine.
"Think happy thoughts, Parvati!" Harry screamed. "Really, really happy ones!" He saw her close her eyes tight and the visions started to diminish until they were gone-he figured this might work because happy thoughts got rid of dementors, and funny ones got rid of boggarts. He completely turned around and saw the final door open: there were no more tests: they had won. Harry went out the door and as he passed through, everything went black.
* * *
When Harry opened his eyes, he was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He was lying on the floor, and above him was the starry ceiling. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and did not see anyone at all. "That scoundrel," Harry thought. "He lied, he didn't keep his end of the deal."
Harry didn't know what to do. It was very quiet. He looked at his watch. It would be dinnertime right now. The Great Hall would be full of loud laughter and excitement. He'd be very happy to see on person, even Malfoy. He stood up and was about to go to sit at the Gryffindor table when he saw something shiny by his foot. It was the medallion! The man didn't lie! Harry took the pendant and tried to think of the spell. "Returnus Oblivius," he said. Everyone was back!
Everyone was hugging him and laughing, happy to be back. After about ten minutes of the commotion, Dumbledore said, "Hush now, students, I'm sure you are all excited, but it is around dinner time, so I'd like to have everyone seated at their tables. This is very good news, for all of us. I'm sure the dinner is ready to be served, so-" he clapped his hands and the tables were filled with food. "-let's eat!" he finished.
* * *
It was a week after the big ordeal. Everyone was excited (except Hermione): all the final exams were canceled. The next day would be the trip back home for the Hogwarts students. It was the end of the year feast.
Dumbledore stood up when everyone was done eating. "It is time to announce the winner of the house cup for this year. But don't get excited yet children, we must again, like four years ago, take recent events into account. The points as of now are: in forth place, Hufflepuff, with 406 points, in third, Gryffindor with 429 points, in second, Slytherin, with 511 points, and in first, Ravenclaw, with 536 points." (Yes, Ravenclaw is in first…) "Now, let's take the recent events. First, to Mr. Draco Malfoy, of Slytherin, I award 20 points for wits in the face of giants. Next, to Miss Hermione Granger, of Gryffindor, and Miss Gale McEddels, of Ravenclaw, each 30 points for outstanding jobs in test-taking skills. Third, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, 10 points for trying to do well in the face of danger. Forth, to Mr. Colin Creevey, of Gryffindor, I award 20 points for good use of a camera, in the face of danger. And to Miss Parvati Patil, of Gryffindor, 40 points, for strong emotional endurance. And of course, to Mr. Harry Potter."
If you would have dropped a pin in the room, you could have heard it echo, it was that quiet. Gryffindor was only below Slytherin by one point and behind Ravenclaw by thirty-seven points. "I have been affirmed that he helped Mr. Malfoy find the Snitch, helped Mr. Creevey defeat the spider, and helped Miss Patil defeat the boggartopolis. In helping his friends, when they needed it most. I award him 10 house points for each of these helpings."
Ravenclaw had won with 566 points, Gryffindor was second with 559, Slytherin was third with 521, and Hufflepuff was forth with 406 points. So Ravenclaw had won, but everyone clapped and cheered, with a little bit of applause from the Slytherin table. The banners and decorations were blue and bronze. The party began!
* * *
The next day, they were on the trip to their homes. Then Harry remembered something, as he was getting off the train. Hermione. She had kissed him last year, after getting off the train, and she had invited him over that summer. Did…did she have feelings for him? He stopped, by the wall before going through the barrier to the Muggle world. "Harry, is something wrong?" Hermione asked him.
"Hermione," he said. He put his hands up to her face and pulled it closer to his. Then he kissed her. "Hermione, I love you," he said
"I love you too, Harry," she replied. Ron stood back in awe. Harry and Hermione? He smiled. Well, he was happy for Harry.
A/N: This is the end. I hope this last part wasn't too mushy. And I know that it is not believable that Ravenclaw would beat Gryffindor and Slytherin… I am going to write a sequel, taking place in the trio's sixth year, so look for a story called The Game. Please review, and thx!
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling.
Parvati screamed. "Oh, Harry, what is it?" She grabbed Harry's arm and tried to hide behind him.
"I…I don't know," he admitted and he and Parvati backed up until they were against the wall.
Answering them, the thing said, "I am your deepest fears, the thing that you are afraid of so much that you just want to die thinking about it. If I remove my hood, you will see that fear---and you might die."
"But you…you don't look like a boggart," Harry said, seeing that it was neither a dementor (Harry's fear) nor a mummy (Parvati's fear).
"That is because I am not a boggart. I am much worse. I am a boggartopolis; I am your deepest fear, one that haunts you to this day. The fear can be dangerous," the boggartopolis said. "Who is going to face me?"
With what must have been pure courageousness, Parvati said, "I will!"
"Parvati, are you sure, I mean…" Harry let his sentence trail off. She looked determined, she had her fists clenched and her lips were tightly pursed together.
"I suggest you turn around, boy," the boggartopolis growled. Harry did so, without a word. "Are you ready, miss?" he heard it say to Parvati. Her answer was affirmative. Harry heard a lot of screaming and yelling. He dared to turn around. He saw visions-like misty pictures- of a person being killed by a guillotine.
"Think happy thoughts, Parvati!" Harry screamed. "Really, really happy ones!" He saw her close her eyes tight and the visions started to diminish until they were gone-he figured this might work because happy thoughts got rid of dementors, and funny ones got rid of boggarts. He completely turned around and saw the final door open: there were no more tests: they had won. Harry went out the door and as he passed through, everything went black.
* * *
When Harry opened his eyes, he was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He was lying on the floor, and above him was the starry ceiling. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and did not see anyone at all. "That scoundrel," Harry thought. "He lied, he didn't keep his end of the deal."
Harry didn't know what to do. It was very quiet. He looked at his watch. It would be dinnertime right now. The Great Hall would be full of loud laughter and excitement. He'd be very happy to see on person, even Malfoy. He stood up and was about to go to sit at the Gryffindor table when he saw something shiny by his foot. It was the medallion! The man didn't lie! Harry took the pendant and tried to think of the spell. "Returnus Oblivius," he said. Everyone was back!
Everyone was hugging him and laughing, happy to be back. After about ten minutes of the commotion, Dumbledore said, "Hush now, students, I'm sure you are all excited, but it is around dinner time, so I'd like to have everyone seated at their tables. This is very good news, for all of us. I'm sure the dinner is ready to be served, so-" he clapped his hands and the tables were filled with food. "-let's eat!" he finished.
* * *
It was a week after the big ordeal. Everyone was excited (except Hermione): all the final exams were canceled. The next day would be the trip back home for the Hogwarts students. It was the end of the year feast.
Dumbledore stood up when everyone was done eating. "It is time to announce the winner of the house cup for this year. But don't get excited yet children, we must again, like four years ago, take recent events into account. The points as of now are: in forth place, Hufflepuff, with 406 points, in third, Gryffindor with 429 points, in second, Slytherin, with 511 points, and in first, Ravenclaw, with 536 points." (Yes, Ravenclaw is in first…) "Now, let's take the recent events. First, to Mr. Draco Malfoy, of Slytherin, I award 20 points for wits in the face of giants. Next, to Miss Hermione Granger, of Gryffindor, and Miss Gale McEddels, of Ravenclaw, each 30 points for outstanding jobs in test-taking skills. Third, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, 10 points for trying to do well in the face of danger. Forth, to Mr. Colin Creevey, of Gryffindor, I award 20 points for good use of a camera, in the face of danger. And to Miss Parvati Patil, of Gryffindor, 40 points, for strong emotional endurance. And of course, to Mr. Harry Potter."
If you would have dropped a pin in the room, you could have heard it echo, it was that quiet. Gryffindor was only below Slytherin by one point and behind Ravenclaw by thirty-seven points. "I have been affirmed that he helped Mr. Malfoy find the Snitch, helped Mr. Creevey defeat the spider, and helped Miss Patil defeat the boggartopolis. In helping his friends, when they needed it most. I award him 10 house points for each of these helpings."
Ravenclaw had won with 566 points, Gryffindor was second with 559, Slytherin was third with 521, and Hufflepuff was forth with 406 points. So Ravenclaw had won, but everyone clapped and cheered, with a little bit of applause from the Slytherin table. The banners and decorations were blue and bronze. The party began!
* * *
The next day, they were on the trip to their homes. Then Harry remembered something, as he was getting off the train. Hermione. She had kissed him last year, after getting off the train, and she had invited him over that summer. Did…did she have feelings for him? He stopped, by the wall before going through the barrier to the Muggle world. "Harry, is something wrong?" Hermione asked him.
"Hermione," he said. He put his hands up to her face and pulled it closer to his. Then he kissed her. "Hermione, I love you," he said
"I love you too, Harry," she replied. Ron stood back in awe. Harry and Hermione? He smiled. Well, he was happy for Harry.
A/N: This is the end. I hope this last part wasn't too mushy. And I know that it is not believable that Ravenclaw would beat Gryffindor and Slytherin… I am going to write a sequel, taking place in the trio's sixth year, so look for a story called The Game. Please review, and thx!