Night Of The Dance
Chalotte blushed as Harry gave her a singe red rose, she placed it in her hair. Her brown hair was up in a fancy bun, and a two single strands fell down on to her face. She had a long simple but yet beautiful red dress on, it glittered in the light. She smiled, then hesistated and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, Hermonie will be down in a minute" Charlotte added to Ron, who had gotten new robes they were dark red and matched his hair. Harry had dark green what matched his eyes, he had gotten rid of his glasses and put in his contacts.
"Hey" Hermonie said softly in Ron's ear, he spun around and let his jaw drop open. She was wearing pale peach robes her hair was thinned and put up with little flower in it, and she had magicked her robe so it sparkled when the lights went out.
Ron passed her a rose, just like Harry done. He grabbed her hand, and they took off downstairs into the Ball Room.
"So where's Jen at?" Harry asked Charlotte.
"Oh, she already left to the ball. Told me she would meet me there, she wanted this night to last a long time so she decided to get an early start"
"Who's she going with?" Hermonie asked.
"Oh she's going with Dean Thomas, you should know him he's in your dorm I think" Charlotte said, they approached the Ball Room.
"Yes he is" Ron and Harry said at the same time.
The ball room, was dark but still able to see where things were. Spotlights were shining everywhere, moving to each couple then to the people at the tables who weren't ready to dance yet. Quite a few people were already dancing, Charlotte spotted Jen already up there.
They stopped to admire the decorations, then Hermonie persued Ron to go up there and dance.
"Umm do you want to dance, Charlotte?" Harry asked, unsure of her answer. She took her eyes off the dancing couples, her eyes dancing mischevly {sp}.
"Of course! What else would I be doing here" She teased, grabbed Harry's hand she dragged him to the middle of the room beside Jen, Dean, Hermonie and Ron.
They were halfway through the dance, when a slow song came on. I know no big deal, they got up to slow dance with the other couples.
Jen and Dean on the other hand, were sitting down breathing rather heavily. They had danced to every song so far swing, rock anything they played. Some people even moved out of the way, to watch them.
Harry put his arm around Charlotte waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily.
"Harry?"
"mmm?"
"Could this be our song?" Charlotte asked softly.
"ok" He whispered in her ear, she smiled.
"Hero"
Would you dance
if I asked you to dance?
Would you run
and never look back?
Would you cry
if you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
for the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would you swear
that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by your forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
Just as they were about to pull apart, there were screams. Charlotte and Harry looked wildily around.
"Deatheaters!" Harry muttered darkly, teachers had gotten up from the tables and had there wands pointed at the deatheaters and were shouting several different spells. Lupin looked over at Harry's direction and shouted a curse, the deatheater that was sneaking up on them fell to the floor.
Charlotte and along with other people screamed, she clinged onto Harry.
"I love you Harry" Charlotte whispered. That was an odd time to say that, Harry thought.
But replyed anyway, "I Love You To Charlotte, and always will".
The room suddenly filled with green light, there was complete silence. Harry felt a sagging weight in his arms. The light dissapeared, and the room was back to its normal couler.
Harry looked down at Charlotte, her eyes were wide open terrifed but in peace. They were staring right up at Harry, her sparkly blue eyes were glazed over. Its seemed like hours he just stared into them, but just a couple minutes ago she was alive.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, he took no noticed to what was happening around him.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, he didn't feel it. Was he not allowed to love someone? Or were they placed in danger, beyond all the rest?
"Harry, you can let go now. She's gone" Lupin said, he gave Harry's shoulder a queeze and let go.
"Professer Lupin, over here!" Dean yelled, waving his hands wildly.
"Charlotte!" Jen screamed. She rushed forward but someone grabbed her around the waist, to keep her from reaching Charlotte.
Harry could hear hysterical crying all around him, but it was distant as if he wasn't there.
"Excuse me. "Dumbledore began trying to get everyone to calm down.
"STUDENTS!" Mcgonagall screamed, her face was a rosy red her teeth were clenched, they had never seen her this angry. Harry wasn't looking, he was still staring at Charlotte. He slowly set her down.He callasped on his knees, and sat her head on his lap. He felt so defeated, why had this happened? Why couldn't it have been him instead, they would have been better off.
"Now if you well all go to bed. There's going to be no classes, until we are sure it is safe. Now I know this is going to be a hard night, but I assure you it will be a lot more easier for you to deal with it in the morning." Dumbledore finished, there was silence as everyone sliently walked away.
Harry stayed were he was, he felt the presence of other students staying were they were. Finally he looked up, wiping away a single tear that rolled down his cheek. He wasn't go to cry, he was going to be strong, . for Charlotte.
"Ron?" Harry croacked, spotting the red head a couple feet away bent over someone. Someone with brown hair, his hand was clasped over hers.
"No.." Harry whispered, as Ron turned around to look at him. His face was streamed with tears, he was slightly shaking.
"They killed her Harry! They didn't care they just went ahead and done it, Hermonie dead, Harry. And it's all my fault!" whispered Ron, he didn't bother wiping away his tears like Harry had done.
Harry by now was shaking to, but not with greif, with anger. Teachers were checking some people, they were scared and bruised. Alive, no not dead!
Someone pulled him to his feet, and put their hand on his shaky shoulder. Harry turned around to face Proffesser Lupin.
"Harry .. im so sorry" He whispered, he gave him a tight hug then let go. Harry didn't shed a tear, he was strong.
"Its fine.. it was going to happen. Sooner then I liked but it happened, and I will deal with it" Harry said emotionless. Lupin sighed, and shook his head slightly.
"I know what your thinking Harry, and no it's not your fault" He said softly, how much he reminded him of James. He hated to see him hurt, so much.
"How do you know?!" Harry yelled, he was close to becoming hysterical. Ron began to walk to the dormity.
"Because-" Lupin began, Harry turned around and ran out of the room, he caught up with Ron.
"I can't belive this is happening" Ron said, staring at the ground while he walked.
"Well it is" Harry said, his voice still hollow.
They approached the common room, they gave the password, but they didn't need to the portriat just swung open. The fat lady, gave them a sympathtic look and closed behind them.
The common room was destered, but Harry didn't care anyhow. He and Ron headed up to the dormity, Ron's face paled and his stone.
"Good night Ron" Harry said, Dean and the others were awake they were discussing it. They were very comforting, Ron was grateful but Harry shrugged it off and went stright to bed. Harry didn't bother changing, he crawled into bed and layed there awake until everyone else finally went to bed. Then he turned onto his stomach, and pushed his head deep into the pillow and let out a scream.
A Week Later
Harry and Ron rode in silence on the train, watching the hills and trees pass them.
"Are you ready to recite the poem?" Ron asked, interupting the silence.
"Yes, I am" Harry replyed solenly.
Harry had met Charlotte's mom, Lacy Andrews, a couple days ago. She was in pain, much more then Harry. But she tried to take it lightly, and spent the day with Harry telling him about all of Charlottes proudest and not so proudest moments. Mrs. Andrews was an old lady, her hair was turning grey and it was up in a bun and she always wore bright, cheerful robes.
Harry sighed, and looked away from the window. Ron was slumped over, and staring at his feet.
Harry took out a piece of parchment, and reread the lines. They were stained with a few tears, but he had restrained himself from crying out loud her name.
They neared a stop, it was only him, Ron, Jen and a couple of other students from Ravenclaw and Charlotte's old school and a teacher for supervision. They had already went through Hermonie's funeral, It was a small one but it was full of warmth and tears for Hermonie. It had broke both of Ron's and Harry's hearts to see her pale as death, but Ron more then Harry.
They wearily got off the train, if must have been hours since they had touched ground. Ron unsteadily leaned against the train for support. Once they had regrown the use of their feet, they walked through the train station to meet up with the other kids.
"Now we are staying at a hotel called Brown's Hevan, I want all of you to be on your best behavior. The funeral well be tonight, I want you all ready by five oclock and meet down in the lobby." Proffeser Mcgongall called, over the heads.
Harry and Ron follwed the rest on the hill and into a large expensive hotel, there was people everywhere, witches wizards and even things that weren't human.
The Funeral
Jen was just ending her speech, it was tearbreaking for most people. Ron was there, he hardly knew Charlotte but came for support.
The funeral was being held outside of a small church. Dark red roses were decorated everywhere, it was her favorite flower. White benches which were usally used for weddings, were clocked with black. Sobs were heard occasinly in the crowds, Mrs. Andrews was sitting beside him. Ron on his other side. She clutched his arm, painfully. Harry glanced at her, her eyes were sparkling with tears, threatining to get out, her face was growing pale with every word that came out of Jen's mouth. There was scattered clapping, then silence. Quiet, heartbraking slience.It was Harry's turn, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
'Good Luck Harry!" Ron whispered, as he stood up. Harry walked slowly up to the front of the large crowd, they watched his every move. Harry put his hand in his pocket, and shakily took out the poem. Taking a deep breath in he started, his eyes never leaving the sky above the people's heads.
"Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by.
I am there, where the river flows
And salmon leap to a silver moon
Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
And sunlight warms the afternoon
I am there in the busy street
I take you hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room - I am there
I am the love you cannot see
And all I ask is - look for me."
There was a silence, then scattered clapping, most of them didn't bother clapping for they were wipping their eyes.
Harry smiled fakely, then walked stiffly over to where he was sitting before. Ron clapped him on the shoulder, and smiled broadly.
"That was great" Ron whispered.
"Yeh . I guess. I would've said something more but I was only allowed to read poem." Harry sighed, and slouched down, listening to the rest of the funeral.
Harry avoided looking at the coffin where Charlotte laid, he quickly stared at his feet, feeling guilty.
The familer hills came rolling past, then the castle.
"Come on Harry, you'll get over it! Look at me, I got over Hermonie. well getting over it" Ron muttered the last part, but was still smiling. "Lupin helped me, he told me that Hermonie would want me to get over her and not worry about the past. Lupin also told me, to tell you if you wanted help getting over Charlotte to see him, or else your already over it. But clearly your not so, you know what to do" Ron called, as he jumped off the train.
Harry follwed suit, and thanked the worker when he passed him his bag.
"Yes well I am getting over it, I think Jen needs to go see Lupin instead, she's taking it awfully roughly!" Harry lied, the last part was true though. She was in constant tears, and had a hard time paying attention in defence against dark arts class. And even had purple bags under her eyes, but it wasn't anything compared to Harry's though.
"I'll be fine" Harry reasurred when seeing the look Ron was giving him. Ron stopped short, Harry ran into him.
"What?"
"I knew it!"
Harry looked past Ron flaming red head, to the castle. There was gaurds or something surronding the castle, they were looking striaght ahead, there was several waiting for them around ten or so feet ahead. Harry gave Ron a quizzled look.
"Their the Aurors that are sent to protect the castle against any further attack, I told you that before, in the leaky cauldron!" Ron said proudly.
That Night At The Great Hall
There was quite a bit of chatter in the hall, everyone was in high spirits. It seems they forgotten about the death of two former students, but the truth was they were trying to forget it and go on with their lifes as normally as possible. Amongst the laughter there was a distant clinging noise, they talking stopped and they look up at a very grim looking HeadMaster.
"Im afraid that I have some bad news" Dumbledore began, his eyes empty. "It appears the ministry belives that Voldemort would plan on another attack on Hogwarts and therefore has demanded it be shut down, for at least till next year" There was frantic whispering, Harry just stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, his eyes flickered on Harry for a moment then went back to the rest of the school body. "I agree, it is to dangerous to continue classes. You shall be sent home tommarow, and I advise you to get a good night sleep, it will be a long day tommarow".
Chalotte blushed as Harry gave her a singe red rose, she placed it in her hair. Her brown hair was up in a fancy bun, and a two single strands fell down on to her face. She had a long simple but yet beautiful red dress on, it glittered in the light. She smiled, then hesistated and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, Hermonie will be down in a minute" Charlotte added to Ron, who had gotten new robes they were dark red and matched his hair. Harry had dark green what matched his eyes, he had gotten rid of his glasses and put in his contacts.
"Hey" Hermonie said softly in Ron's ear, he spun around and let his jaw drop open. She was wearing pale peach robes her hair was thinned and put up with little flower in it, and she had magicked her robe so it sparkled when the lights went out.
Ron passed her a rose, just like Harry done. He grabbed her hand, and they took off downstairs into the Ball Room.
"So where's Jen at?" Harry asked Charlotte.
"Oh, she already left to the ball. Told me she would meet me there, she wanted this night to last a long time so she decided to get an early start"
"Who's she going with?" Hermonie asked.
"Oh she's going with Dean Thomas, you should know him he's in your dorm I think" Charlotte said, they approached the Ball Room.
"Yes he is" Ron and Harry said at the same time.
The ball room, was dark but still able to see where things were. Spotlights were shining everywhere, moving to each couple then to the people at the tables who weren't ready to dance yet. Quite a few people were already dancing, Charlotte spotted Jen already up there.
They stopped to admire the decorations, then Hermonie persued Ron to go up there and dance.
"Umm do you want to dance, Charlotte?" Harry asked, unsure of her answer. She took her eyes off the dancing couples, her eyes dancing mischevly {sp}.
"Of course! What else would I be doing here" She teased, grabbed Harry's hand she dragged him to the middle of the room beside Jen, Dean, Hermonie and Ron.
They were halfway through the dance, when a slow song came on. I know no big deal, they got up to slow dance with the other couples.
Jen and Dean on the other hand, were sitting down breathing rather heavily. They had danced to every song so far swing, rock anything they played. Some people even moved out of the way, to watch them.
Harry put his arm around Charlotte waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily.
"Harry?"
"mmm?"
"Could this be our song?" Charlotte asked softly.
"ok" He whispered in her ear, she smiled.
"Hero"
Would you dance
if I asked you to dance?
Would you run
and never look back?
Would you cry
if you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
for the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would you swear
that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by your forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
Just as they were about to pull apart, there were screams. Charlotte and Harry looked wildily around.
"Deatheaters!" Harry muttered darkly, teachers had gotten up from the tables and had there wands pointed at the deatheaters and were shouting several different spells. Lupin looked over at Harry's direction and shouted a curse, the deatheater that was sneaking up on them fell to the floor.
Charlotte and along with other people screamed, she clinged onto Harry.
"I love you Harry" Charlotte whispered. That was an odd time to say that, Harry thought.
But replyed anyway, "I Love You To Charlotte, and always will".
The room suddenly filled with green light, there was complete silence. Harry felt a sagging weight in his arms. The light dissapeared, and the room was back to its normal couler.
Harry looked down at Charlotte, her eyes were wide open terrifed but in peace. They were staring right up at Harry, her sparkly blue eyes were glazed over. Its seemed like hours he just stared into them, but just a couple minutes ago she was alive.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, he took no noticed to what was happening around him.
A hand was placed on his shoulder, he didn't feel it. Was he not allowed to love someone? Or were they placed in danger, beyond all the rest?
"Harry, you can let go now. She's gone" Lupin said, he gave Harry's shoulder a queeze and let go.
"Professer Lupin, over here!" Dean yelled, waving his hands wildly.
"Charlotte!" Jen screamed. She rushed forward but someone grabbed her around the waist, to keep her from reaching Charlotte.
Harry could hear hysterical crying all around him, but it was distant as if he wasn't there.
"Excuse me. "Dumbledore began trying to get everyone to calm down.
"STUDENTS!" Mcgonagall screamed, her face was a rosy red her teeth were clenched, they had never seen her this angry. Harry wasn't looking, he was still staring at Charlotte. He slowly set her down.He callasped on his knees, and sat her head on his lap. He felt so defeated, why had this happened? Why couldn't it have been him instead, they would have been better off.
"Now if you well all go to bed. There's going to be no classes, until we are sure it is safe. Now I know this is going to be a hard night, but I assure you it will be a lot more easier for you to deal with it in the morning." Dumbledore finished, there was silence as everyone sliently walked away.
Harry stayed were he was, he felt the presence of other students staying were they were. Finally he looked up, wiping away a single tear that rolled down his cheek. He wasn't go to cry, he was going to be strong, . for Charlotte.
"Ron?" Harry croacked, spotting the red head a couple feet away bent over someone. Someone with brown hair, his hand was clasped over hers.
"No.." Harry whispered, as Ron turned around to look at him. His face was streamed with tears, he was slightly shaking.
"They killed her Harry! They didn't care they just went ahead and done it, Hermonie dead, Harry. And it's all my fault!" whispered Ron, he didn't bother wiping away his tears like Harry had done.
Harry by now was shaking to, but not with greif, with anger. Teachers were checking some people, they were scared and bruised. Alive, no not dead!
Someone pulled him to his feet, and put their hand on his shaky shoulder. Harry turned around to face Proffesser Lupin.
"Harry .. im so sorry" He whispered, he gave him a tight hug then let go. Harry didn't shed a tear, he was strong.
"Its fine.. it was going to happen. Sooner then I liked but it happened, and I will deal with it" Harry said emotionless. Lupin sighed, and shook his head slightly.
"I know what your thinking Harry, and no it's not your fault" He said softly, how much he reminded him of James. He hated to see him hurt, so much.
"How do you know?!" Harry yelled, he was close to becoming hysterical. Ron began to walk to the dormity.
"Because-" Lupin began, Harry turned around and ran out of the room, he caught up with Ron.
"I can't belive this is happening" Ron said, staring at the ground while he walked.
"Well it is" Harry said, his voice still hollow.
They approached the common room, they gave the password, but they didn't need to the portriat just swung open. The fat lady, gave them a sympathtic look and closed behind them.
The common room was destered, but Harry didn't care anyhow. He and Ron headed up to the dormity, Ron's face paled and his stone.
"Good night Ron" Harry said, Dean and the others were awake they were discussing it. They were very comforting, Ron was grateful but Harry shrugged it off and went stright to bed. Harry didn't bother changing, he crawled into bed and layed there awake until everyone else finally went to bed. Then he turned onto his stomach, and pushed his head deep into the pillow and let out a scream.
A Week Later
Harry and Ron rode in silence on the train, watching the hills and trees pass them.
"Are you ready to recite the poem?" Ron asked, interupting the silence.
"Yes, I am" Harry replyed solenly.
Harry had met Charlotte's mom, Lacy Andrews, a couple days ago. She was in pain, much more then Harry. But she tried to take it lightly, and spent the day with Harry telling him about all of Charlottes proudest and not so proudest moments. Mrs. Andrews was an old lady, her hair was turning grey and it was up in a bun and she always wore bright, cheerful robes.
Harry sighed, and looked away from the window. Ron was slumped over, and staring at his feet.
Harry took out a piece of parchment, and reread the lines. They were stained with a few tears, but he had restrained himself from crying out loud her name.
They neared a stop, it was only him, Ron, Jen and a couple of other students from Ravenclaw and Charlotte's old school and a teacher for supervision. They had already went through Hermonie's funeral, It was a small one but it was full of warmth and tears for Hermonie. It had broke both of Ron's and Harry's hearts to see her pale as death, but Ron more then Harry.
They wearily got off the train, if must have been hours since they had touched ground. Ron unsteadily leaned against the train for support. Once they had regrown the use of their feet, they walked through the train station to meet up with the other kids.
"Now we are staying at a hotel called Brown's Hevan, I want all of you to be on your best behavior. The funeral well be tonight, I want you all ready by five oclock and meet down in the lobby." Proffeser Mcgongall called, over the heads.
Harry and Ron follwed the rest on the hill and into a large expensive hotel, there was people everywhere, witches wizards and even things that weren't human.
The Funeral
Jen was just ending her speech, it was tearbreaking for most people. Ron was there, he hardly knew Charlotte but came for support.
The funeral was being held outside of a small church. Dark red roses were decorated everywhere, it was her favorite flower. White benches which were usally used for weddings, were clocked with black. Sobs were heard occasinly in the crowds, Mrs. Andrews was sitting beside him. Ron on his other side. She clutched his arm, painfully. Harry glanced at her, her eyes were sparkling with tears, threatining to get out, her face was growing pale with every word that came out of Jen's mouth. There was scattered clapping, then silence. Quiet, heartbraking slience.It was Harry's turn, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
'Good Luck Harry!" Ron whispered, as he stood up. Harry walked slowly up to the front of the large crowd, they watched his every move. Harry put his hand in his pocket, and shakily took out the poem. Taking a deep breath in he started, his eyes never leaving the sky above the people's heads.
"Look for me when the tide is high
And the gulls are wheeling overhead
When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky
And one by one the leaves are shed
Look for me when the trees are bare
And the stars are bright in the frosty sky
When the morning mist hangs on the air
And shorter darker days pass by.
I am there, where the river flows
And salmon leap to a silver moon
Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows
And sunlight warms the afternoon
I am there in the busy street
I take you hand in the city square
In the market place where the people meet
In your quiet room - I am there
I am the love you cannot see
And all I ask is - look for me."
There was a silence, then scattered clapping, most of them didn't bother clapping for they were wipping their eyes.
Harry smiled fakely, then walked stiffly over to where he was sitting before. Ron clapped him on the shoulder, and smiled broadly.
"That was great" Ron whispered.
"Yeh . I guess. I would've said something more but I was only allowed to read poem." Harry sighed, and slouched down, listening to the rest of the funeral.
Harry avoided looking at the coffin where Charlotte laid, he quickly stared at his feet, feeling guilty.
The familer hills came rolling past, then the castle.
"Come on Harry, you'll get over it! Look at me, I got over Hermonie. well getting over it" Ron muttered the last part, but was still smiling. "Lupin helped me, he told me that Hermonie would want me to get over her and not worry about the past. Lupin also told me, to tell you if you wanted help getting over Charlotte to see him, or else your already over it. But clearly your not so, you know what to do" Ron called, as he jumped off the train.
Harry follwed suit, and thanked the worker when he passed him his bag.
"Yes well I am getting over it, I think Jen needs to go see Lupin instead, she's taking it awfully roughly!" Harry lied, the last part was true though. She was in constant tears, and had a hard time paying attention in defence against dark arts class. And even had purple bags under her eyes, but it wasn't anything compared to Harry's though.
"I'll be fine" Harry reasurred when seeing the look Ron was giving him. Ron stopped short, Harry ran into him.
"What?"
"I knew it!"
Harry looked past Ron flaming red head, to the castle. There was gaurds or something surronding the castle, they were looking striaght ahead, there was several waiting for them around ten or so feet ahead. Harry gave Ron a quizzled look.
"Their the Aurors that are sent to protect the castle against any further attack, I told you that before, in the leaky cauldron!" Ron said proudly.
That Night At The Great Hall
There was quite a bit of chatter in the hall, everyone was in high spirits. It seems they forgotten about the death of two former students, but the truth was they were trying to forget it and go on with their lifes as normally as possible. Amongst the laughter there was a distant clinging noise, they talking stopped and they look up at a very grim looking HeadMaster.
"Im afraid that I have some bad news" Dumbledore began, his eyes empty. "It appears the ministry belives that Voldemort would plan on another attack on Hogwarts and therefore has demanded it be shut down, for at least till next year" There was frantic whispering, Harry just stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, his eyes flickered on Harry for a moment then went back to the rest of the school body. "I agree, it is to dangerous to continue classes. You shall be sent home tommarow, and I advise you to get a good night sleep, it will be a long day tommarow".