Chapter 11
The Ceremonies
Dumbledore stood on the platform, looking out at the crowd of Beauxabaton students, along with the Hogwarts students, including the rescued Slytherins and Ravenclaws. His gleaming eyes sparkled in the bright morning sunshine. They were outside, and the festivities were about to begin. Once everyone had quieted down, Dumbledore started talking.
"Just yesterday, one of our very own students saved many other students. This student put his life in peril, just to rescue his fellow classmates. Not only did he save them, but he indirectly led Aurors to the leader's hideout. This student has shown remarkable bravery and companionship. He today is being honored with this award." Dumbledore held up a plaque that stated Damien doing Special Services to the School, similar to the one he had received in his second year.
"Will Damien Seeking please come up and claim his reward." Dumbledore sat there, waiting for him to come. After half a minute, Dumbledore repeated himself, and waited some more. Just then, a boy ran out of the school, yelling to Dumbledore.
"He's gone! His room is empty, and he's gone!" Dumbledore gasped, and dropped the plaque; it hit the ground with a crash, and sat there, in thousands of pieces. Dumbledore ran, as fast as an old man could run, to the castle. He arrived at Damien's room, and saw that the person wasn't kidding. The room was clean, polished, and empty. Remembering his friends, Debbie, Devan, Ben, and Eddie, he went to check their rooms. He found nothing in Devan and Ben's rooms, but in Eddie's, there was a problem. Eddie was sitting, his back against the door. Dumbledore guessed he was upset that his friends were gone. He left them there, and headed to Debbie's room. He arrived there, and saw Ron and Hermione sitting on her bed, reading a notebook. Their eyes were tearful, and Hermione, who was holding the book, dropped it to the floor and bent over, looking at her long legs. Dumbledore, playing his role as the curious old man, bent down and picked up the notebook. He noticed it was Debbie's handwriting, but did not flinch at the writing, which stated that Damien really was Harry. But, on the last page of writing, there was fresh print.
I guess we're leaving now. Harry's cover was blown by Hermione. I don't know where we're going, but I think its east of here. Harry thinks we are going to fly there, but that seems unrealistic. We'll probably have to try and Apparate, even though we haven't been taught yet.
Dumbledore, playing the role of the understanding old man, nodded at Hermione and Ron's backs, and left them alone. He walked out of the room, leaving them to their grief. He returned to the crowd, where the people were getting restless. He walked up to the microphone, stepping floppily on the pieces of the medal.
"I'm afraid Damien Seeking has run off. I'm also sure he would not mind me telling all of you this. Damien Seeking is really…he's really Harry Potter." The entire crowd gasped, sucking the air from the area. They looked around wildly, and like in the movies, the scene faded away.
Damien, the rain pelting his glasses, turned around to Debbie and Devan, Ben listened in.
"We aren't going to make it! We need to apparate!" He shouted.
"We haven't learned yet!" Debbie shouted vigorously
"We'll have to try!" Devan argued.
"My cousins told me about this city, Charlotte Souht Carolina, go there!" Ben shouted, trying to join in.
Damien nodded, and screwed up his eyes in concentration, the thunder booming loudly in his ear. He thought the name over and over, and finally, with a crack of a whip, disappeared.