This chapter is actually a continuation of chapter ten and isn't even the whole thing. I hope you will bear with me and keep reading the story while I try to finish it up. Hope you like this! J

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Zavie pulled her long red tangles into a pony-tail and rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping on her robes. She had, again, slept in and was rushing to class. The worst part was that this was the last day of classes before graduation in two days.

"Why didn't Zoe wake me up? Arggh! I'm gonna kill that girl!," she raged to herself as she ran down the staircase to the Great Hall.

Running down the hall, until she reached Professor McGonagall's classroom, she tucked her white shirt into her pleated skirt and tried to fasten her robes. The bell began ringing just as she slid into the room and took a seat at her regular table next to Justin Creevey who took this opportunity to snigger at her. She threw a glare his way before facing forward and giving her attention to her teacher who also seemed quite amused.

"Close call, Miss Malfoy," McGonagall said with a trace of laughter. Zavie just nodded.

The professor then spoke to the class, "Today is the last day of classes you will be having at Hogwarts. I enjoyed teaching all of you for the seven years you were here and am sad to see you go. However I know that you will all be wonderful at your professions and are glad to get out of school. So in honor of your soon-to-be freedom today we are going to have a party." With a flick of her wand the classroom was decorated in the two house colors (red and gold, blue and white) and refreshment appeared on the four front tables.

Everyone looked at their teacher as though she had lost her mind. McGonagall had never done anything like this before and no one had expected it. After a moment everyone snapped out of their shock and began chatting with their friends.

Zavie sat back in her chair and closed her eyes while sighing. Two strong hands began massaging her shoulders and when she looked up she saw the face of Caelan Potter staring down at her.

"Nice entrance. So why were you so close to being late and where is my sister?"

Zavie looked around the room and found it odd that she had not taken note of Zoe's absence. "I have no idea where Zoe is. I thought she was down here already and just didn't wake me up."

Caelan shook his head and his black hair fell into his eyes. "Nope, I haven't seen her. Did you see her in the dorm?"

"No. I bet she's with Ephraim Whitby." She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger lazily.

"Why would she be with him?" he asked slightly confused. Caelan didn't know Ephraim Whitby personally but he did know that Ephraim was a sixth year and a Ravenclaw.

"Didn't she tell you?" Zavie knew very well that her best friend hadn't told Caelan about her new Ravenclaw boyfriend.

Caelan looked confused. "Tell me what?"

"Oh, well, if she didn't tell you then it's not really my place." Zavie stifled a giggle as she watched her boyfriend's face become slightly angry.

"Tell me what? What is it?"

Zavie shook her head, indicating that she wouldn't tell him.

"You can't do that!"

"What? What did I do?" she asked innocently.

"You started talking about something and then just stopped. Oh, come on. You know what you did." She grinned at him.

Caelan leaned in close to her and kissed her cheek. "You know you can tell me anything."

Zavie could feel his breath but wanted to toy with him a little longer. "I can. I can tell you anything about myself, but Zoe's business is completely her own."

He grumbled and stood from his position. Placing his hands on his hips he gave her an angry stare before walking away.

"Hey! You weren't supposed to do that." Zavie jumped up and followed him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind in a hug.

Caelan placed his hands on her arms and said, "So, what's going on with Zoe and Ephraim?"

She pressed her cheek against his back and replied, "I think you know."

"When did they start going out?"

"About a week ago. I'm not sure why she didn't tell you, but she didn't. And I didn't either."

He laughed and she felt his body shake. "But you did."

"I know, but she doesn't. And it will stay that way because you love me."

He pulled out of her grasp and looked down at her. "I love her too. She is my sister after all."

Zavie smiled. "Just give me enough time to get away before you tell her I told you. She may kill me."

"I wouldn't let her."

"Sure. Whatever."

Professor McGonagall was suddenly standing beside them and directed her first statement at Zavie. "I heard you are going to intern at St. Mungo's."

Zavie nodded. "I've always wanted to do medical work and if I become a traveling medi-witch then I can travel too. I'm very excited about it."

"Well, I'm sure that will be good for you. And I heard that you were thinking about teaching." She turned to look at Caelan.

"Yes. My father loved it so much and I figure that I'm a lot like him. I think that it will be something I'm good at because I'm pretty good with explaining things. The schools I've contacted so far haven't needed any new teachers, but I still have hope."

"You will be a great teacher I'm sure." A twinkle in McGonagall's eyes made him think that she knew something that he didn't. He made a mental note to ask his dad about it later.

Professor McGonagall moved away from them to speak with other students and they took a seat at one of the tables, sitting and talking for the remainder of the class.

By the end of the day, almost all of their classes had been parties. Finally they walked into their last class: Defense Against the Dark Arts. The job of teaching that class had yet again evaded Snape and been given to Harry Potter.

They took their seats and looked to the front of the classroom at their Professor who had come a long way from being a scraggly teenager. He was smiling and, as soon as class began, launched right into the speech that all their teachers had been giving them. As suspected, this class was also a party and passed the same way their other classes had.

The period drew to a close and when the bell rang Caelan walked to his father. When all the other students had left he spoke. "Hey dad, I want to talk to you about something."

"Sure, sure. Just a moment." Harry began sifting through papers on his desk until finding the rolled piece of parchment he had been searching for.

"Here. Read this Caelan." He handed the parchment to his son who unrolled it after a moment and read it silently. As he read his eyes grew slightly rounder.

"This is amazing!" Caelan exclaimed after he finished the scroll. "They want me to teach in America! In Texas! It says here that all the magical kids from the southern states surrounding Texas go there. I bet it's huge."

"Thought you'd enjoy that." Harry patted him on the back, smiling a smile only a father could smile. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Caelan looked up at his father, grinning. "Well, I. . .I wanted to talk to you about Zavie."

"Trouble?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"No, not even a little. I just need to make a choice. She's going to be a medi-witch, as you know, and I wanted to sort out my feelings before we left Hogwarts." He stopped abruptly.

"Go on," Harry prompted.

"I want to marry her. . .