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This, (sob!) is the last chapter. I'm actually quite sad to see it come to an end- NOT! I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO glad this is finished with- you have NO idea. Anywho- here it is, and be prepared to find that this chapter has taken a bit of a leap from the last chapter.
This chapter is all talk, talk, talk, and is incredibly boring, but I had to end it somewhere. Enjoy!
Chapter 28- Homeward Bound
"Here goes another two months." Harry said glumly as he, Ron and Hermione got out of the carriage at Hogsmeade station. They couldn't believe it was the end of the year already- the past four months had been a blur of revision, meetings with Dumbledore, revision, Hermione nagging at them to revise, Hermione nagging at them to revise again, meetings with Arthur Weasley, changes going on at the Ministry, Hermione still nagging at them to revise, and just so they didn't miss out anything, revision.
"Cheer up mate." Ron said, clapping him on the back. "At least things at home aren't as bad as they used to be."
Harry shrugged, and looked over at the train, ready to go, with steam billowing out of it and students boarding it noisily. They were among the last to arrive, he realised. "We're not going to get a compartment." He said. Ron and Hermione looked over at the train. They had to agree with Harry- it was almost full.
It was then that Harry noticed Draco Malfoy climbing through the door of a compartment near the middle of the train. Some Hufflepuff fourth years standing near by were whispering amongst themselves and not even trying to disguise the fact they were obviously discussing him.
Harry shook his head. "I can't believe everyone is *still* talking about Malf- Draco." He said to Ron and Hermione. It was hard to remember to say Draco- not Malfoy- all the time. Hermione saw what Harry was looking at and grinned. "Yeah I know. But he didn't make things any better for himself the other week- when he told Millicent off for calling Dennis a Mudblood he gave the gossipmongers a field day." She said philosophically.
Ron sniggered. "Maybe we should go and sit with him," He said. "That'd *really* give them something to talk about."
Harry, Ron and Hermione started to laugh, and then stopped, grinning wickedly at each other. Picking up their trunks and cages, they matched determinedly in the direction of Draco Malfoy's compartment.
"Hi Draco." Harry said when they got near the cage. Draco looked up at them in surprise. "Hey." He said uncertainly. Hermione grinned. "Do you mind if we sit with you?" She asked, raising her voice slightly. Draco's eyes widened, and he stared at the three people who used to hate him. Although they hadn't had a fight or insulted each other since the attack in January, they hadn't exactly become friends either.
It was then that Draco looked over Hermione's shoulder and noticed the Hufflepuffs he'd seen talking about him a minute ago were now blatantly watching what was going on, shocked looks on their faces. Draco fought down a laugh as he replied.
"Sure, of course you can." He said, also raising his voice. Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned and climbed onto the train. The Hufflepuffs were now standing stock-still with their jaws practically touching the floor. Ron looked back at them and waved sarcastically, but they still didn't stop staring.
Harry closed the door and the four of them burst out laughing. Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't say anything, but it was the first time they had ever heard Draco laughing- you know, *really* laughing, and not just putting it on. After they stopped laughing, though, there was an awkward silence.
"So," Hermione said, when they were well out of Hogsmeade. "Do you know where you're going this summer?" Hermione asked Draco. "Because Lori told me yesterday that you still didn't know."
"No- actually I found out this morning." Draco replied. "We're staying at the manor, and our Aunt Joliet is going to come and live with us." He said. "Your Aunt?" Harry asked curiously. Draco nodded, shrugging. "My mother's sister- we've never met her- she married a Muggle about ten years ago and so she's been completely disowned. But she's our only family so she's agreed to look after us. Her husband died a few months ago, and she's been living with her daughter in Bristol."
"You've got a cousin?" Harry asked. Draco nodded. "Yeah- Emily I think her name is. She's only two or something." He said. There was another silence, which Draco broke a few minutes later.
"So, Ron- isn't your Dad's official Swearing In tomorrow?" He asked. Ron nodded. "Yeah- even though he's been Minister for four months already. Why can't they do these things sooner?" He complained. Draco shrugged. "At least it's not as bad as Dimming." He said with a grin. Ron grinned as well. "Good point."
"What's Dimming?" Harry asked. "Dimming was a person. He was minister about a hundred years ago- for ten years, but he was never sworn in because there was never any time." Ron explained.
"Are you going to the Swearing In?" Harry asked Hermione who nodded. "Yes, but I'll be sitting at a table at the back with some reporters." She said with a smile. Ron rolled his eyes. "It won't be right at the back, and I did try to get you a seat at."
Hermione held up a hand to stop him talking. "I'm not complaining. I'd rather watch than be watched, which *you* will be at the Top Table." She reminded Ron, whose ears turned pink. Then he shrugged. "Oh well- as long as I don't have to wear that maroon thing." He said. Then he sat up straighter. "I didn't tell you, did I?" He said. "Fred and George bought me new dress robes- gave them to me this morning!" Ron said, grinning.
Hermione and Harry glanced at each other before grinning back at him. "That's a weird thing for them to do." Hermione said, trying not to laugh. Harry nodded in agreement as Ron shrugged. "Yeah well- I'm not going to question them wanting to buy me things." He said.
"Aren't you going to the Swearing In as well then?" Draco asked Harry. Harry shook his head. "No- I have to stay at the Dursley's- that's my Aunt and Uncle's house." He told him.
"And the only reason *I'm* going is because I'm staying at Ron's house for the first two weeks of the holidays." Hermione said. Knowing that Draco was about to ask why, Hermione went on to explain: "My parents are going on a second honeymoon- it's their twentieth wedding anniversary next week- so I'd be left all alone. And I would stay with my cousins, but Daphne and her family are-"
"Going to Tenerife." Draco finished. Hermione nodded. "Yeah, lucky so and so." She said, rolling her eyes. Ron turned to her, pretending to be angry. "Oh, so staying at my house isn't as good as Tenerife, is it?" He said indignantly as Harry started laughing.
Hermione grinned. "I knew he was going to say that." She said to Harry and Draco.
Ron tried to look angry but failed, turning his attention instead to Pig, who was making a very loud racket. "Shut it, Featherbrain." He said, standing up and looking at the tiny owl. Draco looked up at the cage. "I used to have a tiny scopes owl like that, only it was black, and wouldn't sit still at all." He said as Ron sat down again.
"Well, that sounds just like Pig." Harry said with a grin. "He can't sit still for long."
"Yeah, but at least he carries letters and comes to you when you call. Mikey didn't- we had to let him go after a week." Draco said.
"Mikey? That's a weird name for an owl." Ron said with a grin. Draco started to laugh. "You do know your owl's called Pig, don't you?" he said, as Harry and Hermione started to laugh as well. "Anyway," Draco said, "I didn't name him; Lori did. I don't know why."
Ron nodded. "Well, Ginny called Pig Pig." He said.
"Pigwidgeon." Hermione said. "It's not so stupid when you use his full name."
"That's a matter of opinion." Ron said. "Shut up Pig..widgeon." Ron said, as Pig started to hoot again. Ron shook his head. "Nope, it's stupid either way." He said with a grin. "My Aunt doesn't like him much- she should have heard her scream- it was awful. I actually felt a bit guilty for a few seconds." Harry said.
"I take it you don't like your Aunt?" Draco asked. Harry grinned.
"I guess she's a good person.sort of. I think that she's just scared mainly." Harry said, trying to explain.
"Scared of what?" Asked Draco.
"Scared that people might find out that I'm a Wizard- and that her sister was a Witch. Her and my Uncle Vernon think that we're all freaks, and they're ashamed of me." Harry shrugged. "Oh well, their loss I say. I wouldn't give up Hogwarts, even if it meant my Aunt and Uncle would start to treat me like a human. No way."
"How do they treat you?" Draco asked curiously. Harry, Hermione and Ron could see that Draco was asking lots of questions about the Dursleys simply because he'd been taught to think of Muggles in a certain way, and he wanted to see if it was true or not. So Harry told him everything- about his mother being estranged from her sister, about the cupboard, about his hand-me-down things, about Dudley and his sudden change of personality, about the summer where he'd been locked in his room.
It took a long time, and when that conversation was over the four of them talked about other things. When lunch came, they pooled their money and bought tons of food, and sat eating it and cracking jokes, and everyone who walked past the compartment (and there were many, as most people had now heard from the fourth-year Hufflepuffs that Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting with Draco, and felt they had to see it to believe it) heard them laughing and hurried off to tell there friends, and soon it was up and down the train. Many who knew Harry, Ron or Hermione well found some excuse to visit them in their compartment, so that the four of them had a stream of visitors all afternoon.
It soon started to grow dark, and the visits ended. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were talking about the latest broomsticks (well, Hermione was actually reading, but she did say something now and then.) When the train started to pull into King's Cross, the four of them got their things and crowded out onto the platform with the rest of the students.
"Hey Draco." Lori said, as she walked over to her brother, dragging her trunk behind her. "Hi everyone." Daphne said, also coming over with her trunk and Annor's cage. "So where are you meeting your Aunt?" She asked Draco, who shrugged and turned to face the crowd. "Here, she said. I'm not sure what she."
"Are you Draco? And Leonora?"
Draco and Lori turned round to find a woman carrying a sleeping toddler in her arms. She was mid-thirties, dressed in Muggle clothing, and she and her daughter both had light brown hair. Neither of them looked at all like a Malfoy, but when Draco nodded, she smiled and those standing round were quick to notice she had the same smile as both Lori and Draco.
"I'm Joliet," she said. "And this is Emily. It's wonderful to finally meet you both."
"It's really nice to meet you too." Lori said, obviously warming to the woman straight away.
Joliet smiled more widely as her eyes travelled past her niece and nephew to where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne still stood, watching with interest. "Hello." She said brightly. "And who are you?"
"Hermione Granger." "Daphne Granger." "Harry Potter." "Ron Weasley."
Joliet smiled at each of them as they said their names, and was the first person Harry had ever met after his eleventh birthday that had not looked up at his scar. Just for that, Harry decided that he liked Joliet.
Joliet turned back to Draco. "Friends of yours?" She asked kindly. Draco opened his mouth to answer, but found he didn't *know* the answer. He was saved from answering, however, by Harry, who answered for him. "Yeah, we are." He said.
Draco and Lori both turned to stare at Harry, but turned back round quickly as Joliet started to laugh. "Well, come on then, we should get you both home. I expect your both knackered." She turned to smile at Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne again. "Goodbye you four. Have nice summer." Lori and Draco barely had time to wave before they had to run off to catch up with their Aunt, who was walking very fast and talking a mile-a-minute.
"Well, I'm not too great at cooking, really, actually I'm pretty bad- but I'm willing to learn, I mean after I've got three of you to cook for now, so I'm going to have to." and then they couldn't hear anymore.
"Well,-" Daphne started to say, but was cut off by a loud shout.
"Harry! Over here!"
Everyone turned to look to find Dudley Dursley, barely visible through the crowd of parents, trying to find a way through. When he finally found a path, they saw that he was hindered by the fact he was pushing not one, not two, but *three* luggage trolleys.
"Dudley! How did you get on the platform?" Harry asked, evidently very surprised to see his cousin there. Dudley grinned. "Mrs Weasley showed me how to get through." He said, just as Mrs Weasley came over, right on cue.
"Hello!" she said happily. "Ron, Harry, how are you both?"
"Fi-" they both started to say, before being swept up into a massive hug. "I hope you've been staying out of trouble?" She asked sternly, as the two boys nodded the affirmative. She turned to Hermione and Daphne with a big smile. "And how are my favourite Granger cousins?" She asked, hugging them as well. They both giggled.
"Well, I saw Dudley standing around out there, so I thought that I'd bring him onto the platform with me- of course, Muggles can only get through if they've got a qualified Witch or Wizard with them." Mrs Weasley said, smiling at Dudley.
"Where's Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked curiously. Dudley rolled his eyes. "He refused to come into the station, and sent me in instead. I'd better not tell him that I came onto the platform though." He said with a grin. Harry nodded in agreement and turned to his friends.
"Have a good summer you three. See you." Harry started to turn to walk away, but Hermione was too quick for him. "By Harry! Take care." She said as she gave him a tight hug. Harry nodded. "You too." He grinned at Ron. "Whatever you do, don't trip over at the Swearing In. Everyone will see."
Ron rolled his eyes. "You just know I'm going to do that now." He said, pretending to be angry.
Dudley separated the three trolleys. "Here, I got one for each of you. I would have got four if I had known there'd be-um, who are you?" He asked Daphne, who grinned. "I'm Daphne, Hermione's cousin." She said, shaking Dudley's hand. "And don't worry- I'll just nick Hermione's trolley."
Harry and Dudley walked away as Hermione swotted Daphne over the head. "So, did you have a good year?" Harry asked Dudley, who shrugged.
"It was OK- I managed to snap my stick in half though, whacking Piers over the head." He said.
Harry's eyes widened. "Did you get in trouble?" He asked.
Dudley grinned. "No. In fact I got five merits." He said, and they both started laughing. "How about you? Anything interesting happen this year?" Dudley asked as they walked under the wrought iron archway and into the Muggle World.
Harry grinned. "You could say that."
Encyclopedia-
Knackered= very tired Nick= Steal
Well, that's it! It's finally over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but don't worry, (not that you will) there are three sequels planned (though the second one isn't exactly secure in my mind yet) and the first will be out soon. I am seriously DYING to upload it!
Now it's time for an important announcement! As you all know, this story has been known as 'Please Help Me With A Title!' since it was uploaded on the 23rd of December, 2001. And now, I am VERY pleased, thrilled, delighted, content, satisfied, excited, elated, ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and every other synonym I can think of, to announce the new title is, ::drumroll:: -I HAVEN'T GOT ONE YET!!!!!!! OK, I still haven't got a title, but I just REALLY wanted this done with.
Anyway, to be more specific in my search; I want the title to have something to do with Moyens, seeing as this is the first of the Moyen series. The next story will be called the 'Fate of the Moyens', or that might be the name of the one after, I haven't decided yet- but you get the idea. SOMETHING RELEVANT! I am really grateful to all those who suggested titles, and am now begging them to PLEASE suggest some more!
I'm going to upload a new part of this story when I've got a title, telling you what it is and also giving all my thank yous and everything. (I have many). I'm also seriously considering writing a mini-sequel about the swearing-in of Arthur Weasley, in which Ron has his first journalistic interview! (Hee, hee, hee!) That will be uploaded soon, if I decide to do it.
Well, that's it folks! Thanx for the support, and please review to let me know what you thought of the final chapter! Sorry it was so lame!
See you all later, and remember- PLEASE HELP ME WITH A TITLE!!!
Luv sparkley xxx
This, (sob!) is the last chapter. I'm actually quite sad to see it come to an end- NOT! I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO glad this is finished with- you have NO idea. Anywho- here it is, and be prepared to find that this chapter has taken a bit of a leap from the last chapter.
This chapter is all talk, talk, talk, and is incredibly boring, but I had to end it somewhere. Enjoy!
Chapter 28- Homeward Bound
"Here goes another two months." Harry said glumly as he, Ron and Hermione got out of the carriage at Hogsmeade station. They couldn't believe it was the end of the year already- the past four months had been a blur of revision, meetings with Dumbledore, revision, Hermione nagging at them to revise, Hermione nagging at them to revise again, meetings with Arthur Weasley, changes going on at the Ministry, Hermione still nagging at them to revise, and just so they didn't miss out anything, revision.
"Cheer up mate." Ron said, clapping him on the back. "At least things at home aren't as bad as they used to be."
Harry shrugged, and looked over at the train, ready to go, with steam billowing out of it and students boarding it noisily. They were among the last to arrive, he realised. "We're not going to get a compartment." He said. Ron and Hermione looked over at the train. They had to agree with Harry- it was almost full.
It was then that Harry noticed Draco Malfoy climbing through the door of a compartment near the middle of the train. Some Hufflepuff fourth years standing near by were whispering amongst themselves and not even trying to disguise the fact they were obviously discussing him.
Harry shook his head. "I can't believe everyone is *still* talking about Malf- Draco." He said to Ron and Hermione. It was hard to remember to say Draco- not Malfoy- all the time. Hermione saw what Harry was looking at and grinned. "Yeah I know. But he didn't make things any better for himself the other week- when he told Millicent off for calling Dennis a Mudblood he gave the gossipmongers a field day." She said philosophically.
Ron sniggered. "Maybe we should go and sit with him," He said. "That'd *really* give them something to talk about."
Harry, Ron and Hermione started to laugh, and then stopped, grinning wickedly at each other. Picking up their trunks and cages, they matched determinedly in the direction of Draco Malfoy's compartment.
"Hi Draco." Harry said when they got near the cage. Draco looked up at them in surprise. "Hey." He said uncertainly. Hermione grinned. "Do you mind if we sit with you?" She asked, raising her voice slightly. Draco's eyes widened, and he stared at the three people who used to hate him. Although they hadn't had a fight or insulted each other since the attack in January, they hadn't exactly become friends either.
It was then that Draco looked over Hermione's shoulder and noticed the Hufflepuffs he'd seen talking about him a minute ago were now blatantly watching what was going on, shocked looks on their faces. Draco fought down a laugh as he replied.
"Sure, of course you can." He said, also raising his voice. Harry, Ron and Hermione grinned and climbed onto the train. The Hufflepuffs were now standing stock-still with their jaws practically touching the floor. Ron looked back at them and waved sarcastically, but they still didn't stop staring.
Harry closed the door and the four of them burst out laughing. Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't say anything, but it was the first time they had ever heard Draco laughing- you know, *really* laughing, and not just putting it on. After they stopped laughing, though, there was an awkward silence.
"So," Hermione said, when they were well out of Hogsmeade. "Do you know where you're going this summer?" Hermione asked Draco. "Because Lori told me yesterday that you still didn't know."
"No- actually I found out this morning." Draco replied. "We're staying at the manor, and our Aunt Joliet is going to come and live with us." He said. "Your Aunt?" Harry asked curiously. Draco nodded, shrugging. "My mother's sister- we've never met her- she married a Muggle about ten years ago and so she's been completely disowned. But she's our only family so she's agreed to look after us. Her husband died a few months ago, and she's been living with her daughter in Bristol."
"You've got a cousin?" Harry asked. Draco nodded. "Yeah- Emily I think her name is. She's only two or something." He said. There was another silence, which Draco broke a few minutes later.
"So, Ron- isn't your Dad's official Swearing In tomorrow?" He asked. Ron nodded. "Yeah- even though he's been Minister for four months already. Why can't they do these things sooner?" He complained. Draco shrugged. "At least it's not as bad as Dimming." He said with a grin. Ron grinned as well. "Good point."
"What's Dimming?" Harry asked. "Dimming was a person. He was minister about a hundred years ago- for ten years, but he was never sworn in because there was never any time." Ron explained.
"Are you going to the Swearing In?" Harry asked Hermione who nodded. "Yes, but I'll be sitting at a table at the back with some reporters." She said with a smile. Ron rolled his eyes. "It won't be right at the back, and I did try to get you a seat at."
Hermione held up a hand to stop him talking. "I'm not complaining. I'd rather watch than be watched, which *you* will be at the Top Table." She reminded Ron, whose ears turned pink. Then he shrugged. "Oh well- as long as I don't have to wear that maroon thing." He said. Then he sat up straighter. "I didn't tell you, did I?" He said. "Fred and George bought me new dress robes- gave them to me this morning!" Ron said, grinning.
Hermione and Harry glanced at each other before grinning back at him. "That's a weird thing for them to do." Hermione said, trying not to laugh. Harry nodded in agreement as Ron shrugged. "Yeah well- I'm not going to question them wanting to buy me things." He said.
"Aren't you going to the Swearing In as well then?" Draco asked Harry. Harry shook his head. "No- I have to stay at the Dursley's- that's my Aunt and Uncle's house." He told him.
"And the only reason *I'm* going is because I'm staying at Ron's house for the first two weeks of the holidays." Hermione said. Knowing that Draco was about to ask why, Hermione went on to explain: "My parents are going on a second honeymoon- it's their twentieth wedding anniversary next week- so I'd be left all alone. And I would stay with my cousins, but Daphne and her family are-"
"Going to Tenerife." Draco finished. Hermione nodded. "Yeah, lucky so and so." She said, rolling her eyes. Ron turned to her, pretending to be angry. "Oh, so staying at my house isn't as good as Tenerife, is it?" He said indignantly as Harry started laughing.
Hermione grinned. "I knew he was going to say that." She said to Harry and Draco.
Ron tried to look angry but failed, turning his attention instead to Pig, who was making a very loud racket. "Shut it, Featherbrain." He said, standing up and looking at the tiny owl. Draco looked up at the cage. "I used to have a tiny scopes owl like that, only it was black, and wouldn't sit still at all." He said as Ron sat down again.
"Well, that sounds just like Pig." Harry said with a grin. "He can't sit still for long."
"Yeah, but at least he carries letters and comes to you when you call. Mikey didn't- we had to let him go after a week." Draco said.
"Mikey? That's a weird name for an owl." Ron said with a grin. Draco started to laugh. "You do know your owl's called Pig, don't you?" he said, as Harry and Hermione started to laugh as well. "Anyway," Draco said, "I didn't name him; Lori did. I don't know why."
Ron nodded. "Well, Ginny called Pig Pig." He said.
"Pigwidgeon." Hermione said. "It's not so stupid when you use his full name."
"That's a matter of opinion." Ron said. "Shut up Pig..widgeon." Ron said, as Pig started to hoot again. Ron shook his head. "Nope, it's stupid either way." He said with a grin. "My Aunt doesn't like him much- she should have heard her scream- it was awful. I actually felt a bit guilty for a few seconds." Harry said.
"I take it you don't like your Aunt?" Draco asked. Harry grinned.
"I guess she's a good person.sort of. I think that she's just scared mainly." Harry said, trying to explain.
"Scared of what?" Asked Draco.
"Scared that people might find out that I'm a Wizard- and that her sister was a Witch. Her and my Uncle Vernon think that we're all freaks, and they're ashamed of me." Harry shrugged. "Oh well, their loss I say. I wouldn't give up Hogwarts, even if it meant my Aunt and Uncle would start to treat me like a human. No way."
"How do they treat you?" Draco asked curiously. Harry, Hermione and Ron could see that Draco was asking lots of questions about the Dursleys simply because he'd been taught to think of Muggles in a certain way, and he wanted to see if it was true or not. So Harry told him everything- about his mother being estranged from her sister, about the cupboard, about his hand-me-down things, about Dudley and his sudden change of personality, about the summer where he'd been locked in his room.
It took a long time, and when that conversation was over the four of them talked about other things. When lunch came, they pooled their money and bought tons of food, and sat eating it and cracking jokes, and everyone who walked past the compartment (and there were many, as most people had now heard from the fourth-year Hufflepuffs that Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting with Draco, and felt they had to see it to believe it) heard them laughing and hurried off to tell there friends, and soon it was up and down the train. Many who knew Harry, Ron or Hermione well found some excuse to visit them in their compartment, so that the four of them had a stream of visitors all afternoon.
It soon started to grow dark, and the visits ended. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were talking about the latest broomsticks (well, Hermione was actually reading, but she did say something now and then.) When the train started to pull into King's Cross, the four of them got their things and crowded out onto the platform with the rest of the students.
"Hey Draco." Lori said, as she walked over to her brother, dragging her trunk behind her. "Hi everyone." Daphne said, also coming over with her trunk and Annor's cage. "So where are you meeting your Aunt?" She asked Draco, who shrugged and turned to face the crowd. "Here, she said. I'm not sure what she."
"Are you Draco? And Leonora?"
Draco and Lori turned round to find a woman carrying a sleeping toddler in her arms. She was mid-thirties, dressed in Muggle clothing, and she and her daughter both had light brown hair. Neither of them looked at all like a Malfoy, but when Draco nodded, she smiled and those standing round were quick to notice she had the same smile as both Lori and Draco.
"I'm Joliet," she said. "And this is Emily. It's wonderful to finally meet you both."
"It's really nice to meet you too." Lori said, obviously warming to the woman straight away.
Joliet smiled more widely as her eyes travelled past her niece and nephew to where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne still stood, watching with interest. "Hello." She said brightly. "And who are you?"
"Hermione Granger." "Daphne Granger." "Harry Potter." "Ron Weasley."
Joliet smiled at each of them as they said their names, and was the first person Harry had ever met after his eleventh birthday that had not looked up at his scar. Just for that, Harry decided that he liked Joliet.
Joliet turned back to Draco. "Friends of yours?" She asked kindly. Draco opened his mouth to answer, but found he didn't *know* the answer. He was saved from answering, however, by Harry, who answered for him. "Yeah, we are." He said.
Draco and Lori both turned to stare at Harry, but turned back round quickly as Joliet started to laugh. "Well, come on then, we should get you both home. I expect your both knackered." She turned to smile at Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne again. "Goodbye you four. Have nice summer." Lori and Draco barely had time to wave before they had to run off to catch up with their Aunt, who was walking very fast and talking a mile-a-minute.
"Well, I'm not too great at cooking, really, actually I'm pretty bad- but I'm willing to learn, I mean after I've got three of you to cook for now, so I'm going to have to." and then they couldn't hear anymore.
"Well,-" Daphne started to say, but was cut off by a loud shout.
"Harry! Over here!"
Everyone turned to look to find Dudley Dursley, barely visible through the crowd of parents, trying to find a way through. When he finally found a path, they saw that he was hindered by the fact he was pushing not one, not two, but *three* luggage trolleys.
"Dudley! How did you get on the platform?" Harry asked, evidently very surprised to see his cousin there. Dudley grinned. "Mrs Weasley showed me how to get through." He said, just as Mrs Weasley came over, right on cue.
"Hello!" she said happily. "Ron, Harry, how are you both?"
"Fi-" they both started to say, before being swept up into a massive hug. "I hope you've been staying out of trouble?" She asked sternly, as the two boys nodded the affirmative. She turned to Hermione and Daphne with a big smile. "And how are my favourite Granger cousins?" She asked, hugging them as well. They both giggled.
"Well, I saw Dudley standing around out there, so I thought that I'd bring him onto the platform with me- of course, Muggles can only get through if they've got a qualified Witch or Wizard with them." Mrs Weasley said, smiling at Dudley.
"Where's Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked curiously. Dudley rolled his eyes. "He refused to come into the station, and sent me in instead. I'd better not tell him that I came onto the platform though." He said with a grin. Harry nodded in agreement and turned to his friends.
"Have a good summer you three. See you." Harry started to turn to walk away, but Hermione was too quick for him. "By Harry! Take care." She said as she gave him a tight hug. Harry nodded. "You too." He grinned at Ron. "Whatever you do, don't trip over at the Swearing In. Everyone will see."
Ron rolled his eyes. "You just know I'm going to do that now." He said, pretending to be angry.
Dudley separated the three trolleys. "Here, I got one for each of you. I would have got four if I had known there'd be-um, who are you?" He asked Daphne, who grinned. "I'm Daphne, Hermione's cousin." She said, shaking Dudley's hand. "And don't worry- I'll just nick Hermione's trolley."
Harry and Dudley walked away as Hermione swotted Daphne over the head. "So, did you have a good year?" Harry asked Dudley, who shrugged.
"It was OK- I managed to snap my stick in half though, whacking Piers over the head." He said.
Harry's eyes widened. "Did you get in trouble?" He asked.
Dudley grinned. "No. In fact I got five merits." He said, and they both started laughing. "How about you? Anything interesting happen this year?" Dudley asked as they walked under the wrought iron archway and into the Muggle World.
Harry grinned. "You could say that."
Encyclopedia-
Knackered= very tired Nick= Steal
Well, that's it! It's finally over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but don't worry, (not that you will) there are three sequels planned (though the second one isn't exactly secure in my mind yet) and the first will be out soon. I am seriously DYING to upload it!
Now it's time for an important announcement! As you all know, this story has been known as 'Please Help Me With A Title!' since it was uploaded on the 23rd of December, 2001. And now, I am VERY pleased, thrilled, delighted, content, satisfied, excited, elated, ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and every other synonym I can think of, to announce the new title is, ::drumroll:: -I HAVEN'T GOT ONE YET!!!!!!! OK, I still haven't got a title, but I just REALLY wanted this done with.
Anyway, to be more specific in my search; I want the title to have something to do with Moyens, seeing as this is the first of the Moyen series. The next story will be called the 'Fate of the Moyens', or that might be the name of the one after, I haven't decided yet- but you get the idea. SOMETHING RELEVANT! I am really grateful to all those who suggested titles, and am now begging them to PLEASE suggest some more!
I'm going to upload a new part of this story when I've got a title, telling you what it is and also giving all my thank yous and everything. (I have many). I'm also seriously considering writing a mini-sequel about the swearing-in of Arthur Weasley, in which Ron has his first journalistic interview! (Hee, hee, hee!) That will be uploaded soon, if I decide to do it.
Well, that's it folks! Thanx for the support, and please review to let me know what you thought of the final chapter! Sorry it was so lame!
See you all later, and remember- PLEASE HELP ME WITH A TITLE!!!
Luv sparkley xxx