Life Day

Disclaimer: same as last chapter


Reaching the old train station of Hogsmeade was an adventure. Not physical, but more mental. Each alumnus told stories to their old pals on what has happened in their lives. But in the last compartment, no one was having as much as an adventure as those three, reliving adventures far beyond many, reaching to new heights on a more personal level. But sadly, as all good things do, they come to an end. Yet, all that happiness still carried on with them. The legendary trip to Hogwarts was defiantly beginning yet again.

Having everybody into the horse-less carriages, meaning four per carriage, three for those who are great friends (you can guess who). The arrival into the old and odd castle was still filled with magnificence. Entering the Great Hall was another matter. With floating candles lighting up the Hall, the bewitched ceiling, showing a peaceful night, the teachers, young and old, sitting right up front, with non other then Minerva McGonagall in the Head's seat. Four very long tables were set up. Each draped with colors of all whom remembered as their own house colors when they were students barely 7 years ago.

With a swift glance around the room, Harry felt a pang in his heart as he saw Professor McGonagall there. Sitting down regally on the seat reserved for Albus Dumbledore, possibly the best Headmaster in the history of Hogwarts. The death of the Great Man, as all wizards and witches alike would call. Indeed. He was – No! Is a Great Man. I'm sorry for not helping you in time of need. The Battle took a toll far greater then the Dark War, but many still have hope. With a lot of wizards cast out off office in the Ministry, many were elected into place to fill the needed spaces. Non-greater then the need to replace Fudge from his terrible mistake of assuming the Voldemort was not alive. He paid with his life. On a more happier note, the new Minister of Magic is non other then Arthur Weasley (spelling?).

Sitting down in the Gryffindor Table, Ron was quietly grumbling, "When they going to serve the food. I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry Mione?"

"No, Ron. Besides. You just ate a fat load of sweets on the train. How can you be hungry now? And don't use that excuse: I'm a growing boy," making a clear impression on Ron. "You aren't seventeen anymore."

"She hasn't change a bit, hasn't she, Harry?" Ron whispered

 "Took you long enough to realized that," laughed Harry.

Turning towards Hermione, "c'mon Mione. You're lucky. I had to serve with him after the War. You didn't. You wouldn't believe on how much food he ate at that time. It probably made a heavy dent in the budget to keep him happy. Besides if his appetite did change. Then were in for it."

"Ooh. You win this time." Hermione shot back

Another laugh, "Course I win. I always win."

With each Alumnus settled, the Headmistress stood up, speaking loud and clear for all to hear, "Today," she started, "gathers an important event. For in this Hall, there are remarkable people sitting here, right now. Many have children, found love ones and on. That was the wish of Albus Dumbledore. Your headmaster for those who have short term memory," looking straight into Neville Longbottom.

"Although many have found loved ones, we cannot forget those memories of those who have perished in front of evil in its truest form. I need not remind you who those people are. But I do need to remind you that those who are gone are not forgotten. Not ever," another look around.

"As we eat, we give thanks to those whom have given up their lives in order to preserve the safety of the world. We give thanks to many. Far to many." This time, many have broken into tears.

"Never forget them!" McGonagall sat down again. Looking drained. Albus was a great friend to many, yet McGonagall have known him for years.

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