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A/N: It's been one hundred something days since I posted the last chapter. That's an incredibly long time to wait for just an epilogue, and I'm really sorry! I've been so busy though; I had graduation, softball playoffs and championship, a dance recital, work, softball camp, field hockey camp, and field hockey pre-season training. Plus, I tried to enjoy what was left of my summer after all those things. My new story (I'm still not sure how long it's going to be; I'm debating as to whether or not I should make it a full-length story) may not come out until I completely finish it, but I'm not sure yet.

About the chapter – it's an epilogue, and there isn't much information (just tying up loose ends, etc.), so it's not very long – only a few pages. Anyway, after a ridiculously long time of waiting, here is the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Prism of Light!

Harry Potter and the Prism of Light

Epilogue

"Pass the salt, please, Harry," Ron said, gesturing at the small container. Harry handed it over. "Thanks," Ron said, generously dousing his entire plate of food.

Harry looked around the table. Ginny, Aurora, and Hermione sat across from him, chatting about the upcoming OWLs. Dumbledore and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat at the other end, discussing the Ministry of Magic. Draco sat in between the adults and everyone else, not talking, though looking rather profound.

It had been nearly three months since the Voldemort incident, and a very peculiar three months at that. Life had gone on as usual afterwards, and that was the peculiar part. After Harry and the rest had told Dumbledore exactly what had happened, he had sent them to the hospital wing (where Mrs. Weasley took care of them, since Madam Pomfrey was in bed after being Stunned herself) for a night. After that, there was no mention of what happened; the Prism of Light had hardly even mentioned amongst themselves. It was as if they were too shocked and puzzled to say anything at all.

Strangely, Dumbledore had invited them all to a private dinner in his quarters without mentioning what the occasion was. No one dared to ask; Dumbledore had his reasons; he always did.

After eating, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "You may be wondering why you're all here." He surveyed everyone in the room. "Well, as you may have guessed, it has to do with the Prism of Light and defeating Voldemort. Over the past few months I have been devising a possible way to prepare you for facing Voldemort and, ultimately, defeating him."

He turned to the Weasleys. "First," he said. "I needed to find a place where this preparation could be held. Hogwarts came to mind immediately, but I don't think we should stay here. I feel uneasy about it, and so… if you wouldn't mind… I was thinking perhaps we could use your home."

Mrs. Weasley nodded immediately. "Whatever you want," she said. "Anything to help fight You-Know-Who – I mean, Voldemort.

"I appreciate that," Dumbledore said. "Now, I should probably give you some idea of what to expect at this preparation, shouldn't I?"

"Yes," Aurora said immediately.

"Well, you'll learn spells and dueling techniques that will help you fight Voldemort. You'll also, I hope, learn more about each other and become closer friends, because the glue holding the Prism together – your relationships and trust of one another – may very well break if you don't."

"When will we be doing this?" Hermione asked, panicking. "We'll be allowed to finish this school year, right?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said. "We'll start a few days after you leave Hogwarts, but don't tell anyone. We want to keep it quiet that the Prism of Light has come together."

"Who'll be teaching us all the spells and techniques and stuff?" Ron asked.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Figg, and myself primarily," Dumbledore said.

"Do I have to stay with the Dursleys at all?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "No, Harry, you don't."

Draco looked sharply at Dumbledore, his grey-silver eyes anxious. "And Father?" he said. "I won't have to go back to Father, will I?"

Dumbledore looked serious. "No, Draco, you and Aurora must not go back to your parents. Ever. Your father knows you are on our side now. There's no turning back."

* * *

It was several months later - the last day of the term. Neville, Seamus, Dean, and all the rest of Hogwarts were packing to go home, but not the Prism of Light. They would remain at Hogwarts until Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Figg were organized and ready to go to the Weasleys (it would only be a few days).

"All done packing," Neville said. "I don't even think I've forgotten anythi-"

"Your Transfiguration book," said Harry, gesturing at the thick textbook halfway under Dean's bed.

"Your Remembrall," Dean said, pointing to the swirling red ball, which sat on the floor in the corner.

"Your extra robes," Seamus said, holding up the black fabric, which had been under the leg of a table.

"Your… red underwear," Ron said, wincing, as he gingerly poked the wrinkled-up object, which had been lying at the foot of his bed, with his wand.

"Oh… right," Neville said, grinning sheepishly.

Seamus looked at his watch. "We'd better go down to the common room. The feast will be starting any minute."

The boys went downstairs, where most of the Gryffindors stood, milling around. Finally, they began to trickle down to the Great Hall, which was decorated not in one House's colors and mascot, but in pure white and the Hogwarts crest.

"The House Cup!" Harry said. "I completely forgot. Why didn't we have the House Cup this year?"

Ron shrugged. "I don't know. The professors are still taking and giving points. Fred and George got twenty-five taken away just yesterday for exploding another toilet."

"Well, they probably canceled it for the same reason they canceled the Quidditch Cup," Harry said, his green eyes dim with disappointment.

"Whatever that is," Ron said. "I can't believe Dumbledore didn't tell anyone why he canceled it. Everyone's disappointed; it's still the talk of the school!"

"He didn't even tell the prefects!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting down beside them, placing her napkin neatly in her lap.

Harry sighed. "I know. It's been over a week since he announced that the final matches were canceled, and it was really upsetting. I guess he has his reasons, though."

By then, the Great Hall had been filled with all the students, most of whom were looking around at the white decorations and whispering urgently. Dumbledore, who had been seated at the staff table, stood up.

"Hello, everyone! Welcome to the End of Term Feast. Now, I know you are famished, but I'd just like to say a few words," Dumbledore said. Everyone quieted down.

"I know you are all a bit confused and more than a bit disappointed at the cancellation of the House and Quidditch Cups. I have a very good explanation for this, though."

He gazed around at all the students. "Voldemort has returned. He killed Cedric Diggory last year, and, though the Ministry of Magic has been trying to keep everything under wraps, has been killing people ever since. He shows no mercy, which is a very dangerous thing. Even more dangerous is that he shows no conscious, either.

"In these times, we must not be divided. That is why the Cups were canceled; we don't want you competing against one another and developing harsh feelings during these times. I have said it before; we are as strong united, as we are weak divided. Be united. Should Voldemort ever attack Hogwarts, we must be ready to fight together and never give in. We must face evil together."

He paused and cleared his throat, and the heavy, serious look on his face lifted. A smile appeared, and he adjusted his half-moon spectacles. "Now, on a lighter note, I assume you are all hungry. Please, eat."

The food appeared on the table, and everyone was quiet for a moment, pondering Dumbledore's speech.

After a minute, people slowly began talking again, and they began eating the delicious food.

"He's brilliant," Hermione said, "though I do wish he would've told the prefects beforehand."

Ron nodded, his mouth full of a combination of food. "Yeah, I guess he is right." He lowered his voice. "Do any of you know how many days it is until we leave?"

"Three," Hermione said. "The professors need to wrap up some things and pack. Professor McGonagall told me."

"Three more days," Harry said. He looked at Hermione, who had said 'Those were fairly easy' after finishing the six-hour long OWL exams. He looked at Ron, in his worn-out robes, who towered over Harry by a full foot (he seemed to always be going through growth spurts). He searched for Aurora, and finally saw her by herself at the end of the Gryffindor table, eating and watching everyone suspiciously at the same time. He spotted Ginny, who saw him looking at her and gave him a quick grin, which was like everything else about her – innocent and genuine. Finally, he saw Draco. Draco was quietly sitting at the Slytherin table, not eating, just staring pompously around the large room. "Then things will get very interesting."

* * *

"There is no way I am sleeping in Gryffindor," Draco said, shaking his head vigorously.

"Just do it, Draco," Hermione said. "It would be just plain illogical for all five of us to move into Slytherin!"

It was early the next morning. The rest of Hogwarts had just left on the school train, and the Prism was trying to decide where to sleep for the next few nights.

"Well, then, let's move into Ravenclaw," Aurora said shrugging. "It's a compromise."

Ron shook his head. "Hufflepuff dorms are the most comfortable, I hear."

"How about the Great Hall?" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "It's a compromise for everyone."

"Fine by me," Draco said, muttering a spell to make his trunk with all his belongings float in front of him.

Everyone else agreed, and they floated their stuff to the Great Hall. Hermione used a spell to move a table to the corner, and they set up sleeping bags there.

"I want to be on the end," Draco said.

"I want the other end," said Ron immediately.

"Ginny, Aurora, and I'll have to go a bit away from you three boys," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Aurora added. "I don't want any of you seeing me in my pajamas."

"Er," Harry said, "Then if Ron and Draco want the ends…I guess I'll go in the middle."

Harry fell asleep quickly that night. The next morning he awoke to find everyone already out of their sleeping bags, sitting at the Ravenclaw table (another compromise) eating breakfast. After changing in the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he sat down at the table.

"Hello," he said.

"G'morning," Ron said.

"Oh, hi, Harry," Hermione said. "We were just talking about the things we're going to learn this summer! I have a feeling it's going to be fascinating, although I am a bit afraid of what we're training for."

"Don't be too afraid," Aurora said, shrugging. "We survived facing him once already, didn't we?"

Harry's head snapped up from looking at his plate of food as he remembered something. "Hey, Hermione," he said, "did you ever find out how we survived Avada Kedavra?"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she quickly swallowed her food. "Oh!" she said. "Yes, I did! I can't believe I didn't tell you!"

"How did we do it, then?" Ron said. "Tell us!"

"Well," Hermione said, "Dumbledore did tell us that we could avoid some spells if we were together. I looked it up in my Prism of Light book, and the Unforgivable Curses are some of the ones we can avoid! Now, Avada Kedavra is powerful, so it had some effect, but not nearly enough to kill us!"

"So you're telling me," Aurora said, "that Voldemort's most powerful weapon that we know of doesn't work if we are together?"

"If we're linked," Hermione said. "We were all holding hands when he performed the spell."

"Wow," Harry said. "Bet Voldemort doesn't know that!"

They chatted a bit longer until Dumbledore entered the Great Hall.

"Good morning, everyone," Dumbledore said, smiling, as he walked over to them. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," everyone said, except Draco.

"No," Draco said. "Ron was snoring, and it was so vile I covered my ears with my pillow. It was rather uncomfortable."

"I don't snore!" Ron protested.

"The whole Hall shook," Draco said.

Dumbledore just walked away, chuckling.

"It did not!"

"Even the people in the paintings in here were complaining."

"Oh, be quiet! You're making this up. You probably just don't want to admit that you survived a night of sleeping in the same room with Gryffindors!"

Harry dug into his scrambled eggs, tuning out Draco and Ron as they continued arguing. It was going to be an interesting summer.

The End

A/N: It's finished! Please review and tell me what you think. Tell me what you want to see in the sequel, and I'll try to put it in if it works. Thanks so much for reading, and thanks to everyone who reviewed! You don't know how much it means to me. Thanks!