Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and all the related or non-related characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. This is supposed to be in year dunno what. Don't mind, and it's supposed to be the last chapter of the year. The ending was rubbish.

Ch20 The Last Day

Harry awoke and found himself in the hospital wing the next morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw something golden. The golden snitch, he thought. He raised his arm to grab it. A little further, he thought. He reached out to grab it, his hand closed on something thin and cold, Dumbledore's half moon glasses.

'Huh? What the- What are you trying to do Harry? I can see anything without my glasses, you know that, I know you do.' said Dumbledore. Harry threw the glasses to Dumbledore.

'What are you doing, staring at me when I sleep, people might think that you are Dobby, or the golden snitch.' said Harry putting on his own full moon glasses. He looked around his bed and gasped.

'From your admirers. Harry.' said Dumbledore wiping his chocolate stained mouth owith his robes. He held up a empty chocolate frog box and quickly hid it behind his back.

'I do not deny that, young Harry, I was indeed staring at you... indeed. Harry, have anyone ever told you that you look like your father, but you have your mother's eyes and that you are a parseltongue?' asked Dumbledore kindly, his eyes twinkling merrily.

'Lots of times, you told me before, you know that.' said Harry. Dumbledore didn't answer, he just took a Bertie bott's jelly bean, a brown one and popped it into his mouth.

'Hmmm... Earwax.' He said. He passed chocolate frog card and passed to Harry and told him to read. Harry took it read it out loud.

'Albus Dumbledore. Order of Merlin, first class. Head master of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Twenty-six times winner of witch weekly most witch-like-wizard award. Considered one of the best wizards in the world. He is the only person the Dark lord is afraid of. Best looking wizard in the world.' As Harry read, Dumbledore was staring into his potrait, his chest puffed out like Percy and a tear glinted in his eye. It looked as if it was the proudest moment in his life.

'Errr... Professor, did you-' asked Harry.

'Oh, Harry, want a jelly bean, George swore he had bogey flavour once.' said Dumbledore.

'But-' started Harry. At that moment, the door crashed opened. And Mr Malfoy walked in.

'Out of the way, Dumbledore.' Malfoy said pushing Dumbledore. 'So you are back. Your parents were meddlesome fools too. Mark my words.'

'Lucius-' said Dumbledore.

'Come Dobby.' said Malfoy and Dobby suddenly appeared with a loud crack and followed Malfoy. Harry angrily pulled out uncle Vernon's old sock with the sneakoscope and threw at Malfoy.

'Harry Potter must listen to Dobby. Harry Potter must not throw socks at Master. Master is free!' said Dobby.

'Oh shut up! Vermin. Potter, how dare you throw socks at me! You must throw socks at Dobby, not me, like this, and you must-' said Malfoy demostrating.

'Master has given Dobby a sock... Dobby is free.' said Dobby sucking the smelly sock.

'What, I didn't... You lost me my servant! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!' yelled Malfoy pulling Harry's collar.

'Lucius...' said Dumbledore. Malfoy fumed angrily and walked out noisily.

'Harry Potter freed Dobby... how can Dobby ever repay you?' asked the house elf.

'Just promise me something.' said Harry. 'Never-' before Harry could finish, Dobby disapparated with a crack.



Just then, Mr Flich burst in like Mr Malfoy.

'My cat has been petrified! All I see is some punishment!' yelled Flich as Pomfrey kept hushing him. Flitwick ran in next panting.

'Minerva has been petrified, all I see is some punishment!' Suddenly, there were several 'meows' from the other end of the hospital wing and both of them went over to see the two cats lying on the bed. One was very ugly and one had square spectacle marking around its eyes.



Suddenly, there was a roar of fury from a few levels above.

'This must be something have got to do with POTTER!' after a few seconds, Tom Riddle stormed in with Fudge. 'POTTER! OUT WITH IT!' yelled Snape through Riddle's Turban. Harry heard Riddle whispering to Snape.

'Master... this is a year ago. The time turner... I think I turned it too many times. Don't worry, we still can wait. Next year we'll catch Hagrid... Azkaban...'

'You mean I'm going to rescue Hagrid next year?' asked Harry. 'Hagrid's going to Azkaban?'

Suddenly, another Tom Riddle walked in, and they walked out happily chatting to each other. Harry sat as Dumbledore stared at him for another five minutes. The door burst opened again.

'HARRY! HARRY! YOU'RE OK? HARRY!' Ron ran in panting. Hermione apparated in ('Finally, I learnt how to apparate').

'What am I doing here anyway.' asked Harry. 'I thought I apparated back to my common room yesterday.'

'You see Harry-' before Dumbledore could finish, Pomfrey started yelling, 'OUT! OUT! MY PATIENTS NEED TO REST!' as she chased Dumbledore, Ron, Hemione, Fudge, Filch and Flitwick out with a feather duster which feathers were hand plucked from Fawkes. Harry watched them as they ran out of the castle.

'Dumbledore, Ron, Hemione, Fudge, Filch and Flitwick's been driven out of th is castle by a mere memory of me.' said Pomfrey to Harry.

'They will never be gone, not as long as those who remain are loyal to them.' said Harry loudly.

Suddenly Fawkes flew in and dropped the sorting hat onto him, and there ws some music from somewhere.

'So this is what they have sent their great defender, a songbird, and an old hat. Let's match the power of Poppy De Pomfrey, lord of the hospital wing against the famous Harry Potter.' Pomfrey yelled as she grabbed the feather duster and started whacking Harry's face.

Harry grabbed the sorting hat to protect his face and something dropped out. It was another feather duster. By the time he pulled ot the feather duster, Pomfrey had knocked the stuffings out of him and he fainted. The last thing he remembered, was that shrill evil crackle.



The last day at Hogwarts was a cheerful one.

Harry met Ron walking towards the great hall for the grand feast.

'Harry! Harry! Harry! You're okay?' yelled Ron.

'Hi Ron. Yeah I'm fine.' said Harry, 'But where's Hermione?'

'Heard she's been petrified. And she'll be unpetrified soon.' replied Ron. They walked to the Gryffindor table. Nearly Headless Nick was floating around greeting people.

'Good evening Sir Nicholas.'

'Good evening.' he said.

'Welcome back, Sir Nicholas.'

'Thank you.'

'Good to see you Sir Nicholas.'

'Thank you.' said Nick, 'Hermione!' Hermione ran in screaming,

'Hello, sir Nicholas! Harry! Ron! I've been unpetrified.' Then she disapparated and apparated beside Ron, smiling broadly at them. Percy was sitting at the teacher's table, probably the new Defence against the dark arts teacher because Umbridge wasn't there any longer.

'Honestly Hermy, don't you read Hogwarts: A History?' asked Percy. Ron looked horrified. Oliver Wood was sitting beside Dumbledore chatting with him, having finally gotten his new pink flower dress. The two Tom Riddles were talking amongst themselves. Flich was talking to Norris and Mcgonagall was dancing with Flitwick. Hagrid was waving at Harry.

'What did he call you? Hermy? Percy called you Hermy?' asked Ron still looking shocked. 'But what about your Vicky? He hasn't stopped writing to his Herm-own-ninny, has he?'

Harry laughed and turned, Hagrid was still waving at him. Suddenly Draco and his bodyguards walked over.

'Malfoy? Have you forgetten to gel your hair?' asked Hermione.

'I stopped doing that in my third year, in case you didn't notice. Oh, I forgot, mudbloods can't see.' said Malfoy.

'Draco's stopped doing it in his third year. Mudblood.' said Crabbe.

'I forgot to do that in my third year, in case you forgot, I forgot mudbloods cannot see.' said Goyle.

'Third year? I thought we're still in our second year.' said Harry.

'We are in our fifth year. We've-' sid Ron.

'Oh come on guys, we are still in our first year.' said Hermione. They opened their mouthes to argue but professor Mcgonagall had already started knocking her goblet with a fork, 'May I have your attention please?'

Dumbledore stood up and said,

'Another year have passed. As you all now, the exams had been cancelled because the professors forgot to set the paper,'

Hermione was trashing her arms, 'What? How can they do this to me! Nooo... '

'-recent events will have to be taken into account, two hundred points to Mr Harry Potter for rescuing me from the Chamber of secrets!!! Gryffindor WINS!!!' Dumbledore threw the house cup at Harry and started cheering. The whole hall turned scarlet and Malfoy was sulking at a corner. Harry heard him saying, 'Dumbledore again, that crackpot old fool.'

'Dumbledore, the crackpot old fool.' said Crabbe.

'Dubbledore is a crackpot old fool.' said Goyle.

'Never insult Dumbledore in front of me.' shouted Hagrid as he took out his umbrella and pointed it at Goyle. Suddenly Goyle grew a tail, his parents appeared and started screaming, the three of them screamed and ran out.

'Hagrid!! You're not supposed to keep your wand! AZKABAN!!!' shouted Dumbledore as Hagrid disapparated.

'Wicked!'

Harry and Ron went back to our common rooms to pack our bags before leaving. They were so sleepy that the slept. Harry had a strange dream, he was playing quidditch, Wood was supposed catch the snitch, but someone whacked a buldger at him and Harry needed to replace Wood. Then suddenly the dream changed. He was flying, he was a butterfly and flying though the sky. Ron was following him and Dumbledore was trying to catch him with a net. Then Dumbledore caught him, he screamed. Someone else screamed too. Harry woke up, his scar burning like crazy.

'Huh?' asked Ron sleepily. The common room was empty. They realised that everyone else had already left together with the Hogwarts Express. They carried their trunks and ran out. There was no one.

Then they saw the Ford Anglia, damaged but still great. They smiled at each other and climbed in.

How was it? That was the last chapter of the year. Don't know whether to write another year. Please review.