Well, this is the finale of my story

Well, this is the finale of my story.  (Sighs) Well, it has been nice writing this.  It's not better than others but it was good enough, I think. I am thinking of writing a sequel but I don't have a much idea of what will be next.  Well, without further ado, here's chapter 32.

Chapter 32

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Harry felt what was left of his blood drain from his face.  Dementors? The foulest creatures in the world, Harry thought.  And they are joining Voldemort? Professor Sullivan fell back to her chair again. 

  "Well, we all know this would happen some day, right?" said Samantha brightly. 

  "Are you actually happy about this?" asked Sirius. 

  "No, but, really, there's nothing we can do.  It has begun and there's no way to stop it," said Samantha. 

  "Samantha is right, Sirius-"

  "My goodness, Sirius Black! Professor, shall I call the minister?" said Professor Mcgonagall, looking very surprise. 

  "Oh, Professor Mcgonagall, it's all right, really," said Professor Sullivan.  "Beside, I don't think the Minister would be much help."   

  "Yes, yes, could have said it better than I, Annie.  Now, listen all of you, we don't have much time.  The Dementors are probably already departed from Azkaban.  Minerva, go and get Hagrid for me.  Tell him it's very urgent that I talk to him.  Sirius and Remus, I want you two to orient Samantha with you mission.  I think you two will need help.  Set out at once.  Severus, you know what I need you to do.  Arabella and Mundungus go to London and see if you can get news from the Ministry, preferably from Arthur Weasley.  Now, all of you, go now and good luck." 

  "I will walk you out," said Professor Sullivan to Sirius, Remus, and Samantha. 

  "Yes, you do that, Annie, and come back here," said Dumblebore. 

Everyone sent out once.  Sirius approached Harry and said,  "Don't worry, I'll come back to you as soon as I can.  Briana will take care of you.  Send me an owl if you need any help or if you have a question in anything that Briana can't help you with." Sirius winked at Harry and gave him a hug.  He turned into a giant dog and trotted off with them. 

The past few days of the school year was a blur to Harry.  All he knows was that he spent as much time as he can in Professor Sullivan's office.  He would ask a lot of questions about his father and mother.  Professor Sullivan would answer patiently.  One bright Saturday of a Hogsmeade Weekend, Harry told Ron and Hermione that he was going to Professor Sullivan's office. 

  "Again? Is this the fiftieth time you went there in two weeks?" asked Ron. 

  "Why don't you come with us outside for a change, Harry.  I mean you need some fresh air and sunshine," said Hermione.

  "Well, I still have one more thing to ask her.  If I'm done visiting her, then I'll come down to the Three Broomsticks with you guys," said Harry.

  "If? 'If' is not a good word," said Ron.

  "Well, then bring me back some sweets, all right?" grinned Harry. "Wait, I've got an idea.  Why don't you two come with me?  Come on, you two have never visited her in a while." 

With a few more minutes of persuasion, Ron and Hermione followed Harry up to Professor Sullivan's office.  Harry knocked on the door.   Professor Sullivan answered.

  "Is it that time of the day?" she teased. She looked at them.  "Well, do I have to ask?"

  "Professor, are you coming back next year?" asked Hermione. 

  "Well, Hermione, we'll see where the wind takes me.  Just wait and see next year." She smiled at them.  An eagle owl came flying through the window.  It looked familiar.  Then something struck Harry.

  "Professor, did you by any chance sent me anything from the past year?"   

  "Well, I wasn't going to tell you but yes, I did.  For your birthday, I gave you a miniature quidditch game.  I have heard from Remus that you absolutely adore quidditch, just like your father.  It's the latest rage in Norway and so I bought it.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you that it was from me.   Your aunt forbade me to see you.  My guess is because she hates me.  I have done enough things to her that would make your hair curl.  So anyway, I didn't want her to take it away from you.  I made sure that Artemis here sent it right to you.  I also sent you the Marauders' Map for Christmas."

  "Really?"

  "Yes, I was cleaning out this office when I found it."

  "You know how it works?" mused Ron.

  "Of course," chuckled Professor Sullivan, "it's pretty handy, I'll admit." 

  "Am I going to live with you, Professor?" asked Harry.  Professor Sullivan remained silent. 

  "About that, Harry," said Professor Sullivan, "I talked to uncle and, well, he said that it would be best if you stayed with your relatives for now.  I know it sounds quite unfair but he said that I can visit you any time I wanted." She paused and sighed.  "I really wanted to you live with me.  I know you would absolutely enjoy it.  I am so sorry, Harry, I really am."

  "It's all right," muttered Harry.  For a moment, he thought that he was leaving the Dursleys forever, but he was wrong.

  "Hey, cheer up, mate. Don't be surprise if I turn up on your doorstep a day after you return from Hogwarts," said Professor Sullivan.  Harry couldn't help but laugh.  He supposed it's all right if he didn't expect to live with her yet.  They spent the whole day in her office.  As they said good-bye to her that night, she called out to Harry.

  "Take care of yourself, all right?" she said.  Then she hesitated and gave him a hug that Harry only remembered one hug that was quite like it.  It was last year after the Fourth Task of the Triwizard Tournament.  Mrs. Weasley gave him that kind of hug, a motherly hug.  I guess this is what comes close to having a mum, he thought, a godmother. 

  "Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Ron said. It was the End-of-term feast.  Harry didn't feel like he was in the right mood to celebrate.  He didn't really like the end of the term feasts very much, partly was because he didn't like the idea of going back to Privet Drive.  He was dragging himself to get ready.  "Hurry up! Hermione's waiting for us!"

  "All right, all right," muttered Harry as he laced up his sneakers. They both got down the boy's dorm and found Hermione waiting downstairs.  They all headed to the Great Hall, which was already packed with student.  The Great Hall was decorated with the Gryffindor house colors, scarlet and gold.  The Gryffindor mascot's banner, the lion, was hanging behind the teachers' table.  Harry knew pretty well that the House Cup was going to be awarded to them this year.

As they sat down and waited for the food, Dumbledore got up and said,  "Well, another year has past us once again.  Amidst of all of what is happening, we have managed to go on about our business and stayed strong.  Before we eat, I would like to acknowledge the fact that all of us here tonight have heard of the news about the Dementors.  I have said this once and I will say it again, we are only weak when we are divided and strong if we are united. "

  "Well, do not let me make you all glum.   This is a feast.  Let's eat!" With that the food appeared and they all ate their fill till it was gone.  After that, Dumbledore stood up again and said,  "Now, the moment we have all been waiting for, the announcement of points for the House Cup.  At the fourth place is the Ravenclaws with three hundred and sixteen points." The Ravenclaws applauded and cheered.  "At third place is the Hufflepuffs with three hundred and sixty-seven points." The Hufflepuffs cheered more loudly than the Ravenclaws.  "At second place is Slytherins with four hundred and seventy-five points." Dumbledore had to raise his voice to make himself heard because the Gryffindors were pounding on the table with excitement.  "And at first place, with five hundred and four points, is the Gryffindors!" The Gryffindors cheered the loudest.  Harry swore that the people in Hogsmeade could hear them. 

The feast lasted for a couple more hours.  They went back to the Tower that night, tired and sleepy.  Harry's ears were ringing badly because of the noise in the Hall.  He had almost forgotten that he was leaving tomorrow.  As he was putting on his pajamas, he noticed something glittering on his bed.  He went over to pick it up.  It was his dragon necklace.  A note was right next to it.  He picked that up and read:

Harry,

I am truly sorry that you can't come and live with me.  I have been looking forward to it all year.  But fate as we know is uncontrollable.  I assure you that I will always take care of you.  I have kept a promise to your mother and I am determined to keep it.  Well, as a token of my appreciation for helping me retrieve the necklaces, I give you back the one that Hermione gave you.  Someday I hope to teach you the old ways of the Phoenix.  That is if you want to become an auror, I know you have a great head start.  Well, till next time.  See you during the holidays!

  Yours truly,

  Briana Amelia Dumbledore Sullivan (your godmother)  

Harry felt his eyes mist, but since Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were in the same room as him, he quickly wiped them off.  As he lay down on his bed, he gave a thought of what it would be like if he would live with Professor Sullivan.  He thought it would be great.  Hey, anything is better than living with the Dursleys, he thought.  His thoughts made him drift away to slumber. 

His trunks were packed and Hedwig was safely in her cage.  They went to Hogsmeade Station by way of the floating carriages.  The journey back to London was a quiet one.  Hermione was reading a book as usual.  Ron and Harry were talking about quidditch.  For some strange reason, their conversation led to the events of the past month.

  "It's funny, isn't it? About Catalina Mullet being Samantha Abberton?" said Ron.  "I thought she was the one who was betraying the whole lot."

  "Hmm…it is weird.  It's pretty amazing how they all found each other again.  I mean Professor Sullivan spending the last fifteen years away some place abroad. Remus wondering around Britain for someone who didn't want to be found.  Sirius locked up in Azkaban. And this Samantha Abberton pretending to be someone else.  It's a bit odd," said Hermione. 

  "Don't forget about Maria Costello.  I wonder what Professor Sullivan did to make her so mean," said Ron thoughtfully.   "I mean I wonder what they were like when they were our age." Fred and George Weasley interrupted Harry's thoughts.

  "I can't believe this is our last trip back from Hogwarts," sighed Fred.

  "Tell me about it.  I mean Hogwarts was the one place we know so well," said George, with his hands on his chest looking sad.

  "So what are you guys going to do now?" asked Harry.  Fred and George looked at each other. 

  "Well, do you know that empty lot next to the Quality Quidditch Supplies? We already asked dad if we could open a joke shop there.  Mum would have to approve, of course," added George.

  "Have you bought it yet?" asked Ron.  "Where are you going to get the money?  You said so yourselves that you're broke."

  "Relax, Ronald, we have money.  Don't worry," said Fred.  The lunch trolley came in at noon and they bought some food for lunch.  Harry's thoughts wondered back to what Ron said.  What were his parents like when they were their age? Earlier this year, he was given the opportunity, but that was just the Realm of Foregoing, it can't be real.  But is it? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed that Ron was talking to him.

  "Earth to Harry," said Ron, waving his hands in front of Harry's face.  "I was asking if you are going to come stay at the Burrow again."

  "Huh? Er, I don't know.  Professor Sullivan said that she might pay me a visit.  I reckon I can ask her if I can stay with her for the rest of the holidays," said Harry. 

  "Are you the new teacher's pet, Potter?" said a drawling voice, which they knew it was Malfoy.  "D'you reckon she's your mother?"

  "Shut up, Malfoy, I am not in the mood," snapped Harry. 

  "Oh, I am so scared.  What are you going to do? Are you-" Flash of light hit Malfoy right on the head.  Two other flashed hit Crabbe and Goyle.  Harry turned around.  Hermione had her wand out.

  "They are so annoying, don't you think?" she said coolly.  Ron and Harry looked at each other.  "What? Well, they are, aren't they?"

They arrived at the Platform 9 ¾.  As they were leaving, Hermione brought up something that made Harry's stomach lurched in fear.

  "What do you reckon your O.W.L.s results are going to be?" asked Hermione.  "I hope I did a great job."

  "Great, something to think about while I'm at the Burrow," muttered Ron.  They crossed the barrier dividing the two worlds.  Harry said good-bye to the Weasleys and turned to where his Uncle Vernon was.  He sighed.  I guess the world isn't perfect, he thought.

Well, that is the end of this story.  (Applause and cheers) Thank you to all who reviewed. You guys really helped me a lot reviewing and telling me what is good and what is not good.  I have a new story that will be coming out real soon.  I have called it 'Semi-Charmed Life: Year 1.'  It's about Briana Sullivan (mostly about her), MWPP/L, and my new characters' lives when they were at Hogwarts.  It's a seven series, or at least I will make it seven.  Lots of L/J romance and pranks and things! So that's all. Thank you! Thank you to all who put this story in their favorite lists.  Thanks! (Bows, does the curtsy, and waves good-bye)…