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A/N: All right, This is the Final Chapter of Harry Potter and the Students From Margous. There is a shocking ending, but I don't feel like it came out the way I wanted it to 100% I know I never had many reviewers, but please review this chapter away. I want to know if I did a good job, what I'm missing and hey, even flames are welcomed. I am seriously considering of rewriting this whole fanfiction to make it more, interesting, correct and less corny. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE lemme know how ya feel about this chapter! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this now-completed fiction.
Detention was over and Harry was left waiting in the common room for Brigette. It was around midnight and he was very surprised that Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley weren't down there snogging. The room was cold and Harry was starting to wish he had worn his cloak.
" Harry," He heard an American voice call out to him. Harry looked behind him to see Brigette standing at the stairs.
"Come on, let's go."
"Go where?"
"Are you seriously that nieve? We're going … ah, just follow me."
"But, we'll get caught! And I don't have my invisibility cloak," Harry said.
"Nonsense, you don't need it. Just trust me," Brigette said gesturing for him to follow her out of Gryffindor Tower quietly.
"What did you want to tell me about Madison?" Harry asked very curiously.
"I can't tell you here!" Harry gave Brigette a very exhausted look. "Oh, by the way, Angel had kittens with that scrubby cat of Hermione's."
"Okay, fine," Brigette began, " you know Quirrell is back, right?" Harry nodded as Brigette continued. " Well, Madison has always had an interest in, well, the Dark Arts. When we went to Margous and Quirrell was there, she'd stay behind every class just to talk with him. I think they had some kind of relationship. Not sexual at all, but like a father-daughter kind, ya know?" Harry shook his head yes, even though he had never experienced a relationship like that.
"Well, now that Quirrell is here, I'm afraid she'll get back into that stuff. I don't want her to; it's dangerous. There's stuff about her that no one should know about," Brigette stopped. She sounded like she was going to say more about the subject, but thought it was better just to keep walking.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Wherever Madison is."
"How do you know where Madison is?" Harry asked.
"It's a twin thing. Shh." Brigette stood still, hearing a slight sound coming from the broom closet. She looked at Harry, who looked utterly confused.
"The broom closet?"
"C'mon," Brigette said opening the closet, seeing nothing but brooms.
"Okay, so now what do we do?" Harry asked, looking over all the brooms.
Brigette started digging through the brooms when, alas, she came across a small door in the floor. She crawled down and placed her ear over the door.
"Can you hear anything?"
"Yeah, I can hear Madison." Brigette said trying to unhook the latch.
"It won't open! Harry, Help!"
"Aholamora!" Harry shouted and the door flung open to reveal a small cloud of purple smoke. Under the smoke there were bright yellow lights shining where you could hear evil laughing and a lot of giggling. Brigette stuck her head through the opening.
"Are you mad?!" Harry shouted pulling at her jumper. " If Quirrell is down there, that means Voldemort is too! You have to be careful!"
"Careful! HA! My sister is down there and I'm going to get her and no one is going to stop me. And you, of all people, afraid of Voldemort!"
"I'm not afraid of him!" Harry hissed right before Brigette climbed down the ladder that branched off from the opening.
Harry groaned to himself and followed. He couldn't just let Brigette go kill herself without any help.
The two ended up behind a 4 foot high cauldron, luckily. As soon as they hit the floor Harry's scar began to throb. They ducked beneath the cauldron, listening to every word that was being said.
"Then, we can get that Potter boy once and for all!" A dead voice shouted. Harry remembered that voice all too well; from when the Dark Lord killed his parents, to just last year at the TriWizard Tournament.
"Master, take your time. We have days left. We have to make this plan accurate. What do you think Madison?" Quirrell asked Madison; Brigette shivered uncontrollably
"No, I don't want Harry dead. He hasn't done anything wro-" the young girl was cut off.
"Silence, you silly child!!" Voldemort's voice rang out. Harry was starting to sweat. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be in this mess. Right at this moment, he would have given anything to be in the fourth house on Privet Drive.
"I want Potter killed and I want your help," Voldemort said, unattached to Quirrell, holding his finger up at Madison. Harry had never seen Madison look so scared.
"Yes, sir..." she mumbled. " NO!" Brigette whispered fairly loudly. Harry threw his hand over her mouth and motioned her to be quite.
"May I go to bed now, Master?" Madison addressed Quirrell and Voldemort.
"Be gone brat!" Voldemort shouted.
"Goodnight Maddy," Quirrell added. Brigette's eyes went big as Madison climbed up the ladder. Harry and Brigette weren't far behind her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Madison!" Brigette shouted when they reached up out of the broom closet. Madison spun around quickly, gazing at the two.
"I- I- I was just looking f- for Ang-gel." Her words stumbled out of her mouth clumsily.
"I found Angel earlier today. You're lying to me Madison! I saw what happened down there!" Brigette yelled at the top of her lungs, making the lights in the castle get brighter as Filch walked down from the third corridor.
"What's going on down here?" Filch yelled looking at the three students out of bed.
"Nothing," a sick voice from behind called," Everything is just fine, Filch. You may leave," Quirrell ordered. A large, gray, hideous object crawled through the broom closet door at that moment, and stood up properly.
"No, everything is not fine!" Voldemort shouted. Harry fell to his knees in pain. Voldemort's wand shot rays at Filch, who froze in his very spot. Mrs. Norris, his cat, ran up the stairs to Headmaster's office.
'Good,' Harry thought, " she'll get Dumbledore,' He looked over at Madison whose eyes were begging Voldemort not to do anything.
"Who do you think you are trapping my sister like that!" Brigette shouted venomously to Quirrell. Voldemort focused gaze onto Brigette.
"And who do you think YOU are?"
"Leave her alone!" Harry jumped up and shouted, holding his forehead.
The eyes of the Dark Lord met Harry's. This wasn't the first time he had come face to face with those burning, red eyes. Harry suddenly felt stronger, and braver. But, that wonderful feeling only lasted a couple of seconds, as Voldemort raised his hand up at Harry to kill him.
"NOOOO!" Madison shouted. Quirrell looked at her in disbelief.
"Don't you dare object to the Master!" He yelled back at her.
"No, no, no. That's quite okay. My dear Madison, if you think I shouldn't kill Harry, who do you think I should kill? Your sister?" Voldemort said happily looking over at Brigette, who hadn't shown any indication of submissiveness.
" Or, should I just kill you instead?" He said smiling evilly. Madison didn't move, didn't speak.
"Very well then," Voldemort said pointing his finger at Brigette. Harry froze, he wanted to act, but his legs were too numb. " I shall kill your beloved sister. Any last words Brigette?" Brigette hadn't moved at all.
"Yes, if you kill me, please don't kill Madison nor Harry," Brigette said sternly.
"Can't make any promises," He said before pointing his finger at her heart. " Goodbye Brigette!" He chuckled evilly.
There was a blinding flash of green light and a loud crash. Tears were being born and blood colored the cold floor. The smell of burning flesh filled the room as a piercing scream gave a rush through everyone's backbone. The smoke cleared up and once where Brigette was standing, laid two bodies. One body's dark, shady clothes were covered in blood, while the other was pushing itself up.
Harry squinted his eyes to see the body was Brigette. Brigette was alive! But how? Harry looked over to Madison, she was on her knees, crying. She hadn't blocked Brigette, then who did? Harry looked closer at the lifeless body. It was Vince; Vince had put himself between Brigette and what would have been the source of her death.
"Vince, no! Don't be dead! C'mon wake up!" Brigette cried loudly shaking her cousin's shoulders. Harry ran over to Brigette's side, and kneeled down. Her lip began to tremble and her eyes were looking damp. Harry had never seen her in such distress. He gulped and looked to Voldemort, who had vanished.
"Where did he go?" Brigette asked, looking up from Vince's limp body.
"He left. He's a cold-hearted chicken, that's all."
"You have no idea Potter. You couldn't be more wrong. He's only left to make another plan to kill you!" Quirrell shouted.
"Silence!" A voice rang out over the corrupted entrance. " Professor Quirrell, you will be taken to Azkaban by Hagrid. Leave Hogwart's grounds now!" Dumbledore ordered, standing on top of the stairs, joined by Professor McGonagall.
Quirrell put up a fight against Hagrid, but Hagrid, being the size he was, won.
"Miss Kingston, are you all right?" McGonagall asked quietly. Brigette only shook her head yes as she mourned over her cousin.
"Are you okay, Harry?" McGonagall asked. Harry looked up and answered, " Yes, but I'm not sure about Vince. Professor, do you think he's okay?" She bowed her head.
"Yes, Of course he is!!" Brigette shouted.
"Shh, Brigette; It's okay," McGonagall told her rubbing her back. Just then Harry felt cold. His breathing had slowed down and he felt like the life was being sucked out of him. Dumbledore noticed, and looked to see what the cause was. A dark Dementor was floating towards someone. Everyone watched in fear to see who it would choose. Dumbledore was not objecting to it being in Hogwarts at this moment. They followed the Dementor with their eyes as it stopped infront of Madison, who wasn't being paid attention to. She sat there, motionless, nervous and scared. Her eyes were bulging out and she was crying.
"No, please, don't…" Brigette whispered before her mouth was covered by McGonagall.
It was over in a second. Madison's body laid on the floor, dead. She had received the Dementor's kiss. Everyone was silent as the black ghostly figure vanished. Brigette was faintly crying, but her crying was interrupted by a small coughing noise.
Vince's body jolted as his lungs began to kick in.
"He's not dead!" Brigette exclaimed, hovering over Vince. Vince turned his head and looked at Harry, who had a look of shock smeared all over his face.
"How did you do it Harry?" Vince fought to say. Harry was bout to ask what he meant when, Vince continued. " How did you survive the attack? I mean, you only a baby and here I am a fifteen-year-old teenager struggling to make it." The eye contact between the boys didn't end. Harry wanted to answer, but didn't know how. Luckily, Dumbledore was there.
"Minerva, take young Vince up to Madame Pomfrey immediately. Please, also inform her about Ms. Kingston. Harry, Brigette follow me," Dumbledore directed. They stopped to wear Filch's stone body laid.
"Reverso!" He cried as Filch sprang back to life. " We'll talk about this later," he informed Filch.
That night had been Harry's longest he had ever experienced. It had almost been four hours since the attack and Dumbledore was still questioning them, making sure everything was okay. In the office also stood Professor Snape and McGonagall.
"I don't want any of the children to be frightened."
"But, we must inform them of the attack, Albus," McGonagall reasoned with Dumbledore.
"True.…" Dumbledore agreed looking over at the two half-asleep Gryffindors. " You two may go to bed, Severus please escort them."
Just as the four reached the doorway, Brigette stopped and looked into Dumbledore's soft, blue eyes.
"Is Vince going to make it, sir?" She asked, even though the hard lump in her throat didn't want her to. Harry had never heard Brigette sound so concerned.
Dumbledore looked at the paper's on his desk, and then back at Brigette.
"I honestly don't know. But, whatever happens, it's for the best." Brigette nodded, not completely satisfied with his answer, and followed Snape stiffly out into the hallway.
As they walked down the cold empty hallway, to Harry, Hogwarts didn't feel the same. He knew it had it's share of deaths, but he had seen far too many of them. A dry voice had broke Harry's thoughts; it was his own.
"Brigette, I believe Vince will live." Brigette looked up at Harry and faintly smiled.
"All right, go straight up to your dorms and do not discuss this with anyone." Snape ordered.
That morning, at the Great Hall, there was a lot of chatter. Obviously, somehow word had gotten around that Voldemort was in the castle that pervious day. There was, however, no talk about Madison's death, which Brigette was quite relieved of.
"Students," Dumbledore's voice rang out. " Many of you have heard that the Dark Lord attacked last night; That is true," a loud gasp over flowed the Great Hall. " In this battle, one person met their death, while another's fate is still uncertain. Madison Kingston was a very happy and lively girl. She enjoyed school very much, but had been in the wrong crowd. Perhaps the person she admired most in her life killed her. Her older sister did everything she could to make Madison realize what she was doing was wrong, but, when your life is being toyed with in the hands of such a Dark force, it is hard to know what is really true and what is false. Today we celebrate the life of Madison Anne Kingston; please, let us have a moment of silence for her spirit." Dumbledore announced. The silence that was dedicated for Madison was full of tears and saddened expressions.
"Thank-you," Dumbledore said.
Madame Pomfrey raced through the Great Hall's doors. " Albus Albus!" She exclaimed running up to the headmaster. She whispered something in his ear. A second later Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Hogwarts has a new hero, Vincent Kingston. This young man risked his own life for his cousin. An act of bravery like this cannot go un- rewarded. Gryffindor, you earn 50 points for such an act of heroism. And I would like to inform you that Vince, is alive. He is only the second survivor of the Dark Lord's touch and will share the title as "The Boy Who Lived," with Mr. Harry Potter." Harry wasn't sure what to do just then. So he did what he thought was best; he walked over and shook Vince's hand.
"Congratulations."
The school year was now over and all the Hogwarts students were climbing onto the Hogwart's Express.
Harry wasn't happy about going back to Privet Drive, but he was definitely happy that he survived another year in the wizarding world.
Vince had recovered well. He looked as good as new, except for a heavy, lightning bolt scare across the left side of his chest.
Harry, Brigette and Vince sat next to Ron and Hermione on the train ride home.
"So are you coming back next year?" Ron asked the two Americans.
"Well, me mum says it's lovely here, but she still thinks about the US a lot. So I'm not sure exactly where we'll be next year." The compartment filled with giggles.
"What? What's so funny?" Brigette asked cluelessly.
"You're sounding British more and more each day!"
"Yeah yeah," Brigette said rolling her eyes, in a way of covering up her red cheeks.
"Hey Harry," Vince said.
"Yes,"
"You never answered me," Vince said, Harry looking confused. " How did you do it? You were just a baby…"
Harry smiled, "It's all about love, Vince. Love and bravery."
"You don't mind sharing the title, ' The Boy Who Lived,' with me, do ya Harry?" Vince asked.
"Not if you don't," Harry smiled.
A/N: Okaaay, yup. REALLY corny ending. But, anywhoo, you HAVE to tell me what you thought of this chapter, honestly. Like I said before, Flames are even welcomed. I NEED to know if you liked it or not. This Fanfiction is finished, done, over, complete. Understand? Good. Now review :-D
A/N: All right, This is the Final Chapter of Harry Potter and the Students From Margous. There is a shocking ending, but I don't feel like it came out the way I wanted it to 100% I know I never had many reviewers, but please review this chapter away. I want to know if I did a good job, what I'm missing and hey, even flames are welcomed. I am seriously considering of rewriting this whole fanfiction to make it more, interesting, correct and less corny. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASE lemme know how ya feel about this chapter! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this now-completed fiction.
Detention was over and Harry was left waiting in the common room for Brigette. It was around midnight and he was very surprised that Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley weren't down there snogging. The room was cold and Harry was starting to wish he had worn his cloak.
" Harry," He heard an American voice call out to him. Harry looked behind him to see Brigette standing at the stairs.
"Come on, let's go."
"Go where?"
"Are you seriously that nieve? We're going … ah, just follow me."
"But, we'll get caught! And I don't have my invisibility cloak," Harry said.
"Nonsense, you don't need it. Just trust me," Brigette said gesturing for him to follow her out of Gryffindor Tower quietly.
"What did you want to tell me about Madison?" Harry asked very curiously.
"I can't tell you here!" Harry gave Brigette a very exhausted look. "Oh, by the way, Angel had kittens with that scrubby cat of Hermione's."
"Okay, fine," Brigette began, " you know Quirrell is back, right?" Harry nodded as Brigette continued. " Well, Madison has always had an interest in, well, the Dark Arts. When we went to Margous and Quirrell was there, she'd stay behind every class just to talk with him. I think they had some kind of relationship. Not sexual at all, but like a father-daughter kind, ya know?" Harry shook his head yes, even though he had never experienced a relationship like that.
"Well, now that Quirrell is here, I'm afraid she'll get back into that stuff. I don't want her to; it's dangerous. There's stuff about her that no one should know about," Brigette stopped. She sounded like she was going to say more about the subject, but thought it was better just to keep walking.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"Wherever Madison is."
"How do you know where Madison is?" Harry asked.
"It's a twin thing. Shh." Brigette stood still, hearing a slight sound coming from the broom closet. She looked at Harry, who looked utterly confused.
"The broom closet?"
"C'mon," Brigette said opening the closet, seeing nothing but brooms.
"Okay, so now what do we do?" Harry asked, looking over all the brooms.
Brigette started digging through the brooms when, alas, she came across a small door in the floor. She crawled down and placed her ear over the door.
"Can you hear anything?"
"Yeah, I can hear Madison." Brigette said trying to unhook the latch.
"It won't open! Harry, Help!"
"Aholamora!" Harry shouted and the door flung open to reveal a small cloud of purple smoke. Under the smoke there were bright yellow lights shining where you could hear evil laughing and a lot of giggling. Brigette stuck her head through the opening.
"Are you mad?!" Harry shouted pulling at her jumper. " If Quirrell is down there, that means Voldemort is too! You have to be careful!"
"Careful! HA! My sister is down there and I'm going to get her and no one is going to stop me. And you, of all people, afraid of Voldemort!"
"I'm not afraid of him!" Harry hissed right before Brigette climbed down the ladder that branched off from the opening.
Harry groaned to himself and followed. He couldn't just let Brigette go kill herself without any help.
The two ended up behind a 4 foot high cauldron, luckily. As soon as they hit the floor Harry's scar began to throb. They ducked beneath the cauldron, listening to every word that was being said.
"Then, we can get that Potter boy once and for all!" A dead voice shouted. Harry remembered that voice all too well; from when the Dark Lord killed his parents, to just last year at the TriWizard Tournament.
"Master, take your time. We have days left. We have to make this plan accurate. What do you think Madison?" Quirrell asked Madison; Brigette shivered uncontrollably
"No, I don't want Harry dead. He hasn't done anything wro-" the young girl was cut off.
"Silence, you silly child!!" Voldemort's voice rang out. Harry was starting to sweat. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be in this mess. Right at this moment, he would have given anything to be in the fourth house on Privet Drive.
"I want Potter killed and I want your help," Voldemort said, unattached to Quirrell, holding his finger up at Madison. Harry had never seen Madison look so scared.
"Yes, sir..." she mumbled. " NO!" Brigette whispered fairly loudly. Harry threw his hand over her mouth and motioned her to be quite.
"May I go to bed now, Master?" Madison addressed Quirrell and Voldemort.
"Be gone brat!" Voldemort shouted.
"Goodnight Maddy," Quirrell added. Brigette's eyes went big as Madison climbed up the ladder. Harry and Brigette weren't far behind her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Madison!" Brigette shouted when they reached up out of the broom closet. Madison spun around quickly, gazing at the two.
"I- I- I was just looking f- for Ang-gel." Her words stumbled out of her mouth clumsily.
"I found Angel earlier today. You're lying to me Madison! I saw what happened down there!" Brigette yelled at the top of her lungs, making the lights in the castle get brighter as Filch walked down from the third corridor.
"What's going on down here?" Filch yelled looking at the three students out of bed.
"Nothing," a sick voice from behind called," Everything is just fine, Filch. You may leave," Quirrell ordered. A large, gray, hideous object crawled through the broom closet door at that moment, and stood up properly.
"No, everything is not fine!" Voldemort shouted. Harry fell to his knees in pain. Voldemort's wand shot rays at Filch, who froze in his very spot. Mrs. Norris, his cat, ran up the stairs to Headmaster's office.
'Good,' Harry thought, " she'll get Dumbledore,' He looked over at Madison whose eyes were begging Voldemort not to do anything.
"Who do you think you are trapping my sister like that!" Brigette shouted venomously to Quirrell. Voldemort focused gaze onto Brigette.
"And who do you think YOU are?"
"Leave her alone!" Harry jumped up and shouted, holding his forehead.
The eyes of the Dark Lord met Harry's. This wasn't the first time he had come face to face with those burning, red eyes. Harry suddenly felt stronger, and braver. But, that wonderful feeling only lasted a couple of seconds, as Voldemort raised his hand up at Harry to kill him.
"NOOOO!" Madison shouted. Quirrell looked at her in disbelief.
"Don't you dare object to the Master!" He yelled back at her.
"No, no, no. That's quite okay. My dear Madison, if you think I shouldn't kill Harry, who do you think I should kill? Your sister?" Voldemort said happily looking over at Brigette, who hadn't shown any indication of submissiveness.
" Or, should I just kill you instead?" He said smiling evilly. Madison didn't move, didn't speak.
"Very well then," Voldemort said pointing his finger at Brigette. Harry froze, he wanted to act, but his legs were too numb. " I shall kill your beloved sister. Any last words Brigette?" Brigette hadn't moved at all.
"Yes, if you kill me, please don't kill Madison nor Harry," Brigette said sternly.
"Can't make any promises," He said before pointing his finger at her heart. " Goodbye Brigette!" He chuckled evilly.
There was a blinding flash of green light and a loud crash. Tears were being born and blood colored the cold floor. The smell of burning flesh filled the room as a piercing scream gave a rush through everyone's backbone. The smoke cleared up and once where Brigette was standing, laid two bodies. One body's dark, shady clothes were covered in blood, while the other was pushing itself up.
Harry squinted his eyes to see the body was Brigette. Brigette was alive! But how? Harry looked over to Madison, she was on her knees, crying. She hadn't blocked Brigette, then who did? Harry looked closer at the lifeless body. It was Vince; Vince had put himself between Brigette and what would have been the source of her death.
"Vince, no! Don't be dead! C'mon wake up!" Brigette cried loudly shaking her cousin's shoulders. Harry ran over to Brigette's side, and kneeled down. Her lip began to tremble and her eyes were looking damp. Harry had never seen her in such distress. He gulped and looked to Voldemort, who had vanished.
"Where did he go?" Brigette asked, looking up from Vince's limp body.
"He left. He's a cold-hearted chicken, that's all."
"You have no idea Potter. You couldn't be more wrong. He's only left to make another plan to kill you!" Quirrell shouted.
"Silence!" A voice rang out over the corrupted entrance. " Professor Quirrell, you will be taken to Azkaban by Hagrid. Leave Hogwart's grounds now!" Dumbledore ordered, standing on top of the stairs, joined by Professor McGonagall.
Quirrell put up a fight against Hagrid, but Hagrid, being the size he was, won.
"Miss Kingston, are you all right?" McGonagall asked quietly. Brigette only shook her head yes as she mourned over her cousin.
"Are you okay, Harry?" McGonagall asked. Harry looked up and answered, " Yes, but I'm not sure about Vince. Professor, do you think he's okay?" She bowed her head.
"Yes, Of course he is!!" Brigette shouted.
"Shh, Brigette; It's okay," McGonagall told her rubbing her back. Just then Harry felt cold. His breathing had slowed down and he felt like the life was being sucked out of him. Dumbledore noticed, and looked to see what the cause was. A dark Dementor was floating towards someone. Everyone watched in fear to see who it would choose. Dumbledore was not objecting to it being in Hogwarts at this moment. They followed the Dementor with their eyes as it stopped infront of Madison, who wasn't being paid attention to. She sat there, motionless, nervous and scared. Her eyes were bulging out and she was crying.
"No, please, don't…" Brigette whispered before her mouth was covered by McGonagall.
It was over in a second. Madison's body laid on the floor, dead. She had received the Dementor's kiss. Everyone was silent as the black ghostly figure vanished. Brigette was faintly crying, but her crying was interrupted by a small coughing noise.
Vince's body jolted as his lungs began to kick in.
"He's not dead!" Brigette exclaimed, hovering over Vince. Vince turned his head and looked at Harry, who had a look of shock smeared all over his face.
"How did you do it Harry?" Vince fought to say. Harry was bout to ask what he meant when, Vince continued. " How did you survive the attack? I mean, you only a baby and here I am a fifteen-year-old teenager struggling to make it." The eye contact between the boys didn't end. Harry wanted to answer, but didn't know how. Luckily, Dumbledore was there.
"Minerva, take young Vince up to Madame Pomfrey immediately. Please, also inform her about Ms. Kingston. Harry, Brigette follow me," Dumbledore directed. They stopped to wear Filch's stone body laid.
"Reverso!" He cried as Filch sprang back to life. " We'll talk about this later," he informed Filch.
That night had been Harry's longest he had ever experienced. It had almost been four hours since the attack and Dumbledore was still questioning them, making sure everything was okay. In the office also stood Professor Snape and McGonagall.
"I don't want any of the children to be frightened."
"But, we must inform them of the attack, Albus," McGonagall reasoned with Dumbledore.
"True.…" Dumbledore agreed looking over at the two half-asleep Gryffindors. " You two may go to bed, Severus please escort them."
Just as the four reached the doorway, Brigette stopped and looked into Dumbledore's soft, blue eyes.
"Is Vince going to make it, sir?" She asked, even though the hard lump in her throat didn't want her to. Harry had never heard Brigette sound so concerned.
Dumbledore looked at the paper's on his desk, and then back at Brigette.
"I honestly don't know. But, whatever happens, it's for the best." Brigette nodded, not completely satisfied with his answer, and followed Snape stiffly out into the hallway.
As they walked down the cold empty hallway, to Harry, Hogwarts didn't feel the same. He knew it had it's share of deaths, but he had seen far too many of them. A dry voice had broke Harry's thoughts; it was his own.
"Brigette, I believe Vince will live." Brigette looked up at Harry and faintly smiled.
"All right, go straight up to your dorms and do not discuss this with anyone." Snape ordered.
That morning, at the Great Hall, there was a lot of chatter. Obviously, somehow word had gotten around that Voldemort was in the castle that pervious day. There was, however, no talk about Madison's death, which Brigette was quite relieved of.
"Students," Dumbledore's voice rang out. " Many of you have heard that the Dark Lord attacked last night; That is true," a loud gasp over flowed the Great Hall. " In this battle, one person met their death, while another's fate is still uncertain. Madison Kingston was a very happy and lively girl. She enjoyed school very much, but had been in the wrong crowd. Perhaps the person she admired most in her life killed her. Her older sister did everything she could to make Madison realize what she was doing was wrong, but, when your life is being toyed with in the hands of such a Dark force, it is hard to know what is really true and what is false. Today we celebrate the life of Madison Anne Kingston; please, let us have a moment of silence for her spirit." Dumbledore announced. The silence that was dedicated for Madison was full of tears and saddened expressions.
"Thank-you," Dumbledore said.
Madame Pomfrey raced through the Great Hall's doors. " Albus Albus!" She exclaimed running up to the headmaster. She whispered something in his ear. A second later Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Hogwarts has a new hero, Vincent Kingston. This young man risked his own life for his cousin. An act of bravery like this cannot go un- rewarded. Gryffindor, you earn 50 points for such an act of heroism. And I would like to inform you that Vince, is alive. He is only the second survivor of the Dark Lord's touch and will share the title as "The Boy Who Lived," with Mr. Harry Potter." Harry wasn't sure what to do just then. So he did what he thought was best; he walked over and shook Vince's hand.
"Congratulations."
The school year was now over and all the Hogwarts students were climbing onto the Hogwart's Express.
Harry wasn't happy about going back to Privet Drive, but he was definitely happy that he survived another year in the wizarding world.
Vince had recovered well. He looked as good as new, except for a heavy, lightning bolt scare across the left side of his chest.
Harry, Brigette and Vince sat next to Ron and Hermione on the train ride home.
"So are you coming back next year?" Ron asked the two Americans.
"Well, me mum says it's lovely here, but she still thinks about the US a lot. So I'm not sure exactly where we'll be next year." The compartment filled with giggles.
"What? What's so funny?" Brigette asked cluelessly.
"You're sounding British more and more each day!"
"Yeah yeah," Brigette said rolling her eyes, in a way of covering up her red cheeks.
"Hey Harry," Vince said.
"Yes,"
"You never answered me," Vince said, Harry looking confused. " How did you do it? You were just a baby…"
Harry smiled, "It's all about love, Vince. Love and bravery."
"You don't mind sharing the title, ' The Boy Who Lived,' with me, do ya Harry?" Vince asked.
"Not if you don't," Harry smiled.
A/N: Okaaay, yup. REALLY corny ending. But, anywhoo, you HAVE to tell me what you thought of this chapter, honestly. Like I said before, Flames are even welcomed. I NEED to know if you liked it or not. This Fanfiction is finished, done, over, complete. Understand? Good. Now review :-D