CHAPTER 26: Early Vacation
On Friday, after two seemingly endless days of sending letters to all the parents and guardians of the students of Hogwarts, the school held there end of year feast, only no house won the cup, and Quidditch had yet to start, so no one won that either. Before the school would be let out to go to bed, for the last time that school year, McGonagall stood up to give an end of year speech.
"I know that the school year ended rather abruptly, but you all did a fine job this year. Good work. Now tomorrow you should all be outside ready for the carriages at ten, the train will leave at eleven sharp. The train will remain at the Kings Cross Station for three hours after it gets there. If no one has picked you up by then, you are to come back. I, and a group of students will be here. If need be, you can stay here until I am able to get you safely home. Seventh years, good luck, I know each of you will do well in life." With that she sat down and the school was dismissed for the last time that year.
That night, no one slept. Everyone was too busy crying and saying goodbye. The Seventh years especially, who knew if they would ever see each other again? The next day came too soon for most. The group staying behind waved goodbye. The parents holding tightly to their children, as tears ran down their cheeks. Ron and Hermione had both written there parents letting them know what was going on. They had both gotten letters back, telling them that they understood why they were staying.
Soon all was silent, and the group walked back to the where McGonagall was sitting on a stool in her old office. The group spent the rest of the day helping her pack up Dumbledore's office. Fawkes started following Harry around everywhere, Harry wasn't sure why, but it made him feel better having Fawkes around. By the end of the next week they had all of Dumbledore's things placed in a secret room near the Gryffindor house, and all of McGonagall's things moved to the large rooms behind the Gargoyle. It was Sunday the twenty-third, when McGonagall called the seven students into her new office to talk.
"I want to thank you all for all your help. After careful consideration, I would like to ask you all a question. What do you want to be?" This question caused a little confusion.
"Well, I don't know. I thought I had a little time before I needed to really start thinking about that." Harry stated. The rest of the group nodded.
"Well as you know, we now have exactly seven positions to fill, and feel free to decline, you have until this summer to decide, but how would you like to teach? Mr. Malfoy, you would make an excellent Potions teacher. Mr. Potter, I'm sure you could handle Defence Against the Dark Arts. Mrs. Granger, as headmistress I will no longer be able to teach, so transfiguration has your name all over it. Mrs. Weasley after looking at your grades, I'm sure you would make a splendid Arthimancy teacher. Mr. Weasley, Madam Hooch needs to be replaced. Picture yourself teaching students not only how to fly but to play Quidditch, and you would also get to referee the Quidditch games. Mrs. Brown, Divination is looking for a seer. And finally Mr. Longbottom, how would you like to teach Herbology?" Everyone sat around stunned. They were being offered jobs as Teachers!
"Well, wow!" Hermione stated. Everyone nodded.
"I think we should all take our time to think about it. Meanwhile, we have a museum that needs to be finished." Harry smiled. Everyone nodded, having forgotten about the massive project that had been started the year before.
"Good, think about it. I won't put adds in the paper until I get an answer from you. Now why don't we get some lunch, then we can go see what still needs to be done in the museum." The group nodded, and smiled. That night, Draco moved his things to the Gryffindor house, so that he was not alone all the way at the other end of the school.
The group, spent most of there time getting the museum finished. The babies enjoyed the more one-on-one time they got with school being over. They had not heard a word from Voldemort...until February eleventh.
On Friday, after two seemingly endless days of sending letters to all the parents and guardians of the students of Hogwarts, the school held there end of year feast, only no house won the cup, and Quidditch had yet to start, so no one won that either. Before the school would be let out to go to bed, for the last time that school year, McGonagall stood up to give an end of year speech.
"I know that the school year ended rather abruptly, but you all did a fine job this year. Good work. Now tomorrow you should all be outside ready for the carriages at ten, the train will leave at eleven sharp. The train will remain at the Kings Cross Station for three hours after it gets there. If no one has picked you up by then, you are to come back. I, and a group of students will be here. If need be, you can stay here until I am able to get you safely home. Seventh years, good luck, I know each of you will do well in life." With that she sat down and the school was dismissed for the last time that year.
That night, no one slept. Everyone was too busy crying and saying goodbye. The Seventh years especially, who knew if they would ever see each other again? The next day came too soon for most. The group staying behind waved goodbye. The parents holding tightly to their children, as tears ran down their cheeks. Ron and Hermione had both written there parents letting them know what was going on. They had both gotten letters back, telling them that they understood why they were staying.
Soon all was silent, and the group walked back to the where McGonagall was sitting on a stool in her old office. The group spent the rest of the day helping her pack up Dumbledore's office. Fawkes started following Harry around everywhere, Harry wasn't sure why, but it made him feel better having Fawkes around. By the end of the next week they had all of Dumbledore's things placed in a secret room near the Gryffindor house, and all of McGonagall's things moved to the large rooms behind the Gargoyle. It was Sunday the twenty-third, when McGonagall called the seven students into her new office to talk.
"I want to thank you all for all your help. After careful consideration, I would like to ask you all a question. What do you want to be?" This question caused a little confusion.
"Well, I don't know. I thought I had a little time before I needed to really start thinking about that." Harry stated. The rest of the group nodded.
"Well as you know, we now have exactly seven positions to fill, and feel free to decline, you have until this summer to decide, but how would you like to teach? Mr. Malfoy, you would make an excellent Potions teacher. Mr. Potter, I'm sure you could handle Defence Against the Dark Arts. Mrs. Granger, as headmistress I will no longer be able to teach, so transfiguration has your name all over it. Mrs. Weasley after looking at your grades, I'm sure you would make a splendid Arthimancy teacher. Mr. Weasley, Madam Hooch needs to be replaced. Picture yourself teaching students not only how to fly but to play Quidditch, and you would also get to referee the Quidditch games. Mrs. Brown, Divination is looking for a seer. And finally Mr. Longbottom, how would you like to teach Herbology?" Everyone sat around stunned. They were being offered jobs as Teachers!
"Well, wow!" Hermione stated. Everyone nodded.
"I think we should all take our time to think about it. Meanwhile, we have a museum that needs to be finished." Harry smiled. Everyone nodded, having forgotten about the massive project that had been started the year before.
"Good, think about it. I won't put adds in the paper until I get an answer from you. Now why don't we get some lunch, then we can go see what still needs to be done in the museum." The group nodded, and smiled. That night, Draco moved his things to the Gryffindor house, so that he was not alone all the way at the other end of the school.
The group, spent most of there time getting the museum finished. The babies enjoyed the more one-on-one time they got with school being over. They had not heard a word from Voldemort...until February eleventh.