Thank you so much to everyone whom read this story and reviewed saying that
they liked it. I have loved writing this story and I loved reading how much
you guys liked it, especially my friends (you guys weren't just being
polite were you?)
Special thanks to Harry Potter and all the rest of J.K. Rowling's
characters. You guys made this story. * Applauds them *.
Alex: wow, today was really strange for me. I was saving seats in the form room, and I was about to save seven. I had to catch myself and realize that you guys were gone. * Sob *. Our new form room is room 11. We still have misty breeze. Our new people are India and Shareen. We still have Miss Shaw and Miss cooper. We have MRS HERLOCK FOR ENGLISH! Lord what a horrible life it is without you. Shall write to you soon. Thank you so much for enjoying my story, and thanks for writing such a fabulous one yourself.
Kia: thank you for writing the groovy red fish story and for saying my story is good. Also thank you for the goddamn fabulous chair earrings. I swear, if I ever lose them I will cry my heart out.
Emma, who's not actually reading this, but will be later, thank you for the gorgeous earrings.
Amanda: is Bob mad at me? Thank you for reading and reviewing so charmingly. Also a million times thank you for letting me borrow the Eiffel 65 CD again. Also thank you a million times for the other thing about P-. That has made me very high and bouncy.
Thanks again to every one who has ever read this. My next story will be up soon, as soon as I figure out the plot. I have one idea so far: it's ten years post-Hogwarts and our favorites are meeting up for their high school reunion. All I have right now is that Hermione is a successful porn-star. Hmmm, sounds interesting. : D
Chapter Nine: Everything Falls into Place
Harry fell to the floor, exhausted, and stared blankly at Jasmine's lifeless body. He had been there sometime, although he didn't know if it was minutes or hours. He felt as though he had been sitting on that cold floor for eternity, watching Jasmine's body as if it might move. Gradually he began to feel his strength return to him, creeping along his arms and legs, zinging to his fingertips and toes. Slowly he rose, still a little unsteady on his feet. He pondered what do next. Obviously he would have to take Jasmine's body with him back to Hogwarts, but how would he get there? He suddenly had an idea: the 'point me' spell. He knew they'd gone south to get here, so it was a simple task of going north again. He called his broom and picked up Jasmine, gently laying her across the broom in front of him. He took off and flew out of the window.
*
Hermione had returned about six hours ago, riding on a broomstick. Dumbledore did not need to ask her where the others were. He knew that they would have gone after Voldemort. He hoped they were both safe. For the last twelve hours there had been a circulation of people in the Magid training room at one time. There were random groupings consisting of Ron, Draco, Mcgonagall, Dumbledore, and more recently Hermione. Suddenly a figure riding through the window made everyone gasp. Harry was riding the broomstick with Jasmine on the front, and everyone knew instantly that she was dead. 'Oh, Harry.' Hermione rushed to his side and put her arms around him, while Dumbledore lifted Jasmine's body and took it to the infirmary. Mcgonagall followed him, leaving the teenagers to console themselves and each other. Hermione started crying, and her doing so made Harry's tears return. They stood together, mourning their loss, with Ron and Draco standing awkwardly in the background. Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and moved away from him. Dumbledore came back in, and said, 'I'm awfully sorry, Harry, but I have to ask you what happened. Please come with me to my office.' Harry followed him out of the room, silently composing himself.
*
Twenty minutes later they had reached Dumbledore's office and Harry had finished telling him what had taken place. Now he had questions.
'Why did she do it?' he asked forlornly. 'Because she needed to,' Dumbledore answered simply. 'It was the only way she could save you and the world.' 'So what exactly happened?' 'We knew that Voldemort would try to capture you both, but that he would be after you more highly because of what you cost him. I taught Jasmine an invisibility charm, knowing that he would capture you first. Jasmine turned herself invisible and was able to evade him. I had put another charm on her, so that when Voldemort killed her he would think he had regained full power but he was still just as weak. Your grief and rage made you ten times more powerful, so it was quite easy to kill him.'
'Now Harry, go and sleep. Stop by the infirmary and Madame Pomfrey will give you a sleeping draught. I see no reason for you to avoid sleeping in Gryffindor tower, because there will only be you and Mr Weasley in your dorm. Goodnight, Harry.'
'Goodnight Professor.'
*
The next day dawned bright, the sun shining happily over the crisp snow. When Harry awoke he found Ron watching him from his bed. 'Morning, Ron. Why are you staring at me?' he asked sleepily. Ron paused for a moment, trying to put his thoughts into words. 'Why did you kiss me last night?' 'Oh, that,' Harry said almost lazily. He suddenly became serious. 'I couldn't go off and nearly die without you knowing how I felt about you.' Ron's face broke into a smile and he bounded over to Harry's bed. 'You mean it?' he asked, his eyes shining. 'Yes,' Harry said, smiling too. He leaned in and kissed Ron, considering for a moment the fact that his was pashing his best friend, then disregarding the thought as Ron kissed him, back, his mouth soft and eager. Why dwell on how strange a situation is when it feels right? The sun was shining happily on the crisp snow, Voldemort was gone forever and he was in love with his best friend, who loved him too. Except for Jasmine, everything was right with the world.
*
Don't shade your future with what you don't have, Keep your mind on what's here today. Now and forever, build the future. Keep this in mind. Though you'll take your time to get what you need, You'll do it step by step. To come is all that's gone, Learn to live this moment. Live for today.
Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like you do when no-one's watching.
The end.
Alex: wow, today was really strange for me. I was saving seats in the form room, and I was about to save seven. I had to catch myself and realize that you guys were gone. * Sob *. Our new form room is room 11. We still have misty breeze. Our new people are India and Shareen. We still have Miss Shaw and Miss cooper. We have MRS HERLOCK FOR ENGLISH! Lord what a horrible life it is without you. Shall write to you soon. Thank you so much for enjoying my story, and thanks for writing such a fabulous one yourself.
Kia: thank you for writing the groovy red fish story and for saying my story is good. Also thank you for the goddamn fabulous chair earrings. I swear, if I ever lose them I will cry my heart out.
Emma, who's not actually reading this, but will be later, thank you for the gorgeous earrings.
Amanda: is Bob mad at me? Thank you for reading and reviewing so charmingly. Also a million times thank you for letting me borrow the Eiffel 65 CD again. Also thank you a million times for the other thing about P-. That has made me very high and bouncy.
Thanks again to every one who has ever read this. My next story will be up soon, as soon as I figure out the plot. I have one idea so far: it's ten years post-Hogwarts and our favorites are meeting up for their high school reunion. All I have right now is that Hermione is a successful porn-star. Hmmm, sounds interesting. : D
Chapter Nine: Everything Falls into Place
Harry fell to the floor, exhausted, and stared blankly at Jasmine's lifeless body. He had been there sometime, although he didn't know if it was minutes or hours. He felt as though he had been sitting on that cold floor for eternity, watching Jasmine's body as if it might move. Gradually he began to feel his strength return to him, creeping along his arms and legs, zinging to his fingertips and toes. Slowly he rose, still a little unsteady on his feet. He pondered what do next. Obviously he would have to take Jasmine's body with him back to Hogwarts, but how would he get there? He suddenly had an idea: the 'point me' spell. He knew they'd gone south to get here, so it was a simple task of going north again. He called his broom and picked up Jasmine, gently laying her across the broom in front of him. He took off and flew out of the window.
*
Hermione had returned about six hours ago, riding on a broomstick. Dumbledore did not need to ask her where the others were. He knew that they would have gone after Voldemort. He hoped they were both safe. For the last twelve hours there had been a circulation of people in the Magid training room at one time. There were random groupings consisting of Ron, Draco, Mcgonagall, Dumbledore, and more recently Hermione. Suddenly a figure riding through the window made everyone gasp. Harry was riding the broomstick with Jasmine on the front, and everyone knew instantly that she was dead. 'Oh, Harry.' Hermione rushed to his side and put her arms around him, while Dumbledore lifted Jasmine's body and took it to the infirmary. Mcgonagall followed him, leaving the teenagers to console themselves and each other. Hermione started crying, and her doing so made Harry's tears return. They stood together, mourning their loss, with Ron and Draco standing awkwardly in the background. Hermione kissed Harry's cheek and moved away from him. Dumbledore came back in, and said, 'I'm awfully sorry, Harry, but I have to ask you what happened. Please come with me to my office.' Harry followed him out of the room, silently composing himself.
*
Twenty minutes later they had reached Dumbledore's office and Harry had finished telling him what had taken place. Now he had questions.
'Why did she do it?' he asked forlornly. 'Because she needed to,' Dumbledore answered simply. 'It was the only way she could save you and the world.' 'So what exactly happened?' 'We knew that Voldemort would try to capture you both, but that he would be after you more highly because of what you cost him. I taught Jasmine an invisibility charm, knowing that he would capture you first. Jasmine turned herself invisible and was able to evade him. I had put another charm on her, so that when Voldemort killed her he would think he had regained full power but he was still just as weak. Your grief and rage made you ten times more powerful, so it was quite easy to kill him.'
'Now Harry, go and sleep. Stop by the infirmary and Madame Pomfrey will give you a sleeping draught. I see no reason for you to avoid sleeping in Gryffindor tower, because there will only be you and Mr Weasley in your dorm. Goodnight, Harry.'
'Goodnight Professor.'
*
The next day dawned bright, the sun shining happily over the crisp snow. When Harry awoke he found Ron watching him from his bed. 'Morning, Ron. Why are you staring at me?' he asked sleepily. Ron paused for a moment, trying to put his thoughts into words. 'Why did you kiss me last night?' 'Oh, that,' Harry said almost lazily. He suddenly became serious. 'I couldn't go off and nearly die without you knowing how I felt about you.' Ron's face broke into a smile and he bounded over to Harry's bed. 'You mean it?' he asked, his eyes shining. 'Yes,' Harry said, smiling too. He leaned in and kissed Ron, considering for a moment the fact that his was pashing his best friend, then disregarding the thought as Ron kissed him, back, his mouth soft and eager. Why dwell on how strange a situation is when it feels right? The sun was shining happily on the crisp snow, Voldemort was gone forever and he was in love with his best friend, who loved him too. Except for Jasmine, everything was right with the world.
*
Don't shade your future with what you don't have, Keep your mind on what's here today. Now and forever, build the future. Keep this in mind. Though you'll take your time to get what you need, You'll do it step by step. To come is all that's gone, Learn to live this moment. Live for today.
Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like you do when no-one's watching.
The end.