An; I don't know what chappie number this is, but its getting close to thirty. Thanks a lot guys. There will be about three more chapters, I think, like I've said, things can get out of hand when your writing..

To blunt-but-honest. (Everyone else can ignore this if they want) I'm sorry about the mistakes I made BUT I HAVE A LIFE and unfortunately I just don't have time to go back through the chapters and proof read. This story is just for fun, though I appreciate you honesty.

I KNOW HERMIONE SAID VOLDIE'S NAME ALL THROUGH THE FIFTH BOOK, but in case you haven't noticed Hermione's parents have been attacked by the Death Eaters, who, if you had read the books, you would know were Voldies henchmen. She was also hurt by the Death Eaters herself at the Hole. If that isn't enough to put fear into someone I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS!

Also, Moody mentioned once upon a time I think that he always has a pocket sneakscope. If it wasn't whirring then there were no lies in chapter 20!

Ricta Sempra was what Harry shot at Malfoy in their duel, it's just a spell that impacts whatever and sends

Also, if you had any patience, you would have found out that next chapter they take their apparition tests. For some reason I decided that they should come after NEWTS, and as JK Rowling doesn't say anything about the apparition test then I thought I'd put it there.

Broom license was just a funny thing I made up because I was going for my Learners at the time. Thank you very much for your reviews and keep doing it, please, but just remember that though I love this writing, I'm not very serious about it. I love Harry Potter stories and I love writing them, but it's a not-very-serious hobby because of other commitments.

As for the rest, they are just silly mistakes and ill fix them when I can.

You mentioned I need a beta reader. Would you beta read for me? You're a good proof reader, obviously and I (just as obviously) need it. And anyone else who's around, same question.

ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!

Hogwarts Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts Teach Us Something Please!

(That is the title!!)

Everyone was in NEWTS when they arrived, which, luckily for Harry, no one saw them arrive. If they had seen him he would have been swamped. He and Neville had arrived in time for the DADA NEWT. Both were extremely nervous. They went to the Great Hall, both careful to keep their cloaks around their faces and sat down to wait. Neville fiddled with his robe and Harry shut his eyes and ran through all the spells he knew. He fingered his new wand. He still wasn't sure about how it had been created but he was happy about it. He supposed that it had been both wands, and had somehow combined into one. It was the only thing he could think of.

Slowly the waiting chamber filled. Harry and Neville were sitting at the back, and were noticed only by the first few to enter. No one actually came over, for which both boys were grateful. Ron and Hermione arrived. Harry tried to decide whether he should talk to them or not. For some reason he didn't particularly feel like it. So he sat where he was and went through the definitions for spells.

As L came before P in the alphabet, Neville went first.

"Neville Longbottom."

Neville, white as a sheet stood and walked into the great Hall. There was an excited buzz. Neville was the last of them to see Harry Potter! Harry listened to their chatter, and then, slowly and deliberately took of his cloak. The buzzing continued for a few minutes and no one noticed at first but Ginny saw him move and turned. Several emotions played across her face, shock, disbelief, amazement and surprise.

"Harry!" she cried. Harry stood to greet her, but got his ribcage squished instead.

"I can't believe your back!" Ginny cried into the stillness. The others gathered around, shaking his hand, patting him on the back. Hermione hugged him, so did Luna. The chatter grew and grew until one of the examiners opened the door and told them to be quiet. As soon as he shut the door Harry was bombarded with whispered questions.

"How are you?"

"Did you really defeat you know who?"

"Tell us about it!"

"Are you back for good?"

"Are you ready for NEWTS?"

"How did you do it?"

"Will you tell us?"

"Please?"

"Pretty please?"

They were interrupted, a teacher ad come to call the next name.

Luckily, it was Harry.

"Mr. Harry Potter?"

"Ok Mr. Potter, I need you to reverse the polarity of this magnet."

Harry couldn't see what the magnet had to do with DADA but obeyed. To his surprise, he found that he didn't need to say the spell, the wand knew. It did it for him, and with much more finesse than he could have.

"Good, now, take care of this Bogart for me." The old examiner released the Bogart. A Dementor stepped from the cage, and the examiner backed away.

"riddik-" he didn't need to say the rest. The Bogart was put back in its little cupboard.

"Good," said the examiner, scribbling, "now, recite where giants can be found, and what tribes live where."

It was over before he knew, and the examiner smiled. Harry hadn't needed to say his spells, the examiner could see that, and he got extra marks for it. He was then asked, for a bonus, like in his OWL, to produce a corporeal patronus. He did so.

As he left the exam and walked through the almost silent school, not at all worried about his result, he couldn't help but think that in one way, defeating Voldemort was the worst thing he could do. Everyone saw him as a sort of mythical being, now it would be worse, how many people can boast that they defeated Voldemort in combat twice, ending his life, or that they were an animagus as well as a metamorphagus? And what about surviving the Griffon attack, and the train? He could see if he ever wanted to be seen as human by the general public of the wizarding world he would have to do something. But what? Maybe he should just let life take its course; he was a historical figure no matter what he did...

"Mr. Potter?"

Professor McGonagall was behind him.

"Hello Professor."

"The Headmaster would like to se you before you return to the hospital."

Harry almost sighed. He had known this was coming, and had dreaded it.

"I'll come now." He said and followed her to the staircase. She said the password (flibberty gibbet!) and he went upstairs.

Dumbledore was waiting. He greeted Harry cordially and bade him sit. Harry sat.

"There is a question I must ask Harry, simply for confirmation. Is Voldemort truly dead?"

"Yes."

He didn't move, but every pore of the old headmaster seemed to exude relief.

"Would you like to tell me?" he asked, fixing Harry's face with bright blue eyes, eyes that, in past times, had lost their sparkle, but now shone with a bright inner light.

So Harry told all. At first haltingly, embarrassed, but he found it lightened his spirits immensely and confided in the old man everything, his anger at having to do it, his joy also, his pain. It was dusk by the time he was half through.

When he got to the bit about the two wands Dumbledore asked to see the wand. Harry handed it to him, and Fawkes, who had been asleep on his perch, perked up, maybe feeling his master hold the feather inside the wand.

Dumbledore frowned at the wand, and then asked Harry,

"And it does what you want, and you don't have to say anything?"

"That's right." Confirmed Harry.

Dumbledore handed the wand back to Harry, who slipped it back into the dueling strap on his arm.

"I believe that the reason that this happened was that both wands refused to fight each other, sort of like Prior Incantum (an; spelling?) Harry, it seems that you were the chosen master of both wands."

Harry blinked.

"This is magic at its deepest; I cannot explain it. If it happened you must accept it and move on."

"Could there be a residue of Voldemort inside the wand?" asked Harry anxiously.

"I don't believe so."

"Good." Said Harry, relived.

"Harry, there is another matter here, the Death Eaters."

"Have they all been caught?"

"No, and that's the problem. We are afraid that they might try for you, as you are the one that finally killed their master."

"Have the Malfoy's been caught?"

"Both father and son are in prison, yes."

"What about Avery, Knott, Crabbe, Goyle?"

"Still at large unfortunately. The younger Crabbe and Goyle will be tried o the same day as Malfoy. I believe you will be asked to give evidence."

"Me?"

"Who can out weigh your evidence? You're the boy who lived!"

"You mean im gonna have to go into court and testify? What about NEWTS?"

"All trials will take place after NEWTS."

"Oh."

"Harry, I know that you are probably very confused to what you should be feeling now, but I remind you that you did the right thing, and even though it's going to make your life difficult for a while, but ride it out."

"Thank you professor."

Harry returned to St Mungo's that night, more tired than he would like to admit and slept well.

It was like that for the next few days, while Newts were on, and by the end Harry was so exhausted from going through everything he could remember and memorizing from books that had been sent to the hospital for him that he slept for a day straight. He still had the prophet delivered, but often threw it away, disgusted with it. Apparently there was a statue of him and the Dark Lord going up in Hogsmeade. He winced when he read that.

Not long after NEWTS, Harry was allowed to return to Hogwarts for good, and with a light heart he did so. It was the middle of the day when he ascended the steps, wearing his repaired school uniform and almost whistling.

He went up to the dormitory first, after a quick chat with the fat lady. He almost cried when he saw his broom, lying in shards on his bed. The golden twigs were muddy and broken, and the only intact part of the boom was the word "firedoblt." Wich still glowed feebly.

He had left his brrom behind at the hole, so long ago, and it had been returned by a scouting part that Dumbledore sent. Now, it was nothing, the only thing that Sirius had ever given him (besides the mirror) was broken.

He swallowed his pain and picked up his books. Glancing at hi watch he realized that if he ran he could make it to transfiguration on time. He didn't suppose they would be doing much work, but it was better than sitting and staring at his broom.

He got to the class just as the rest of the class entered, and managed to grab a seat next to Ron,

"Anyone sitting here?"

Ron looked up, choked on nothing and managed to shake his head.

"Good." Harry sat, dumping his books infront of him.

"Harry?" asked Ron quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?"

"I haven't graduated yet Ron, why?"

"I thought you were still sick!"

"I've been good for a few weeks."

Hermione hugged Harry and then sat down in front of them, turning to be in on the conversation. The chatter in the class room was getting loud. McGonagall seemed to be concentrating on something in her desk and wasn't taking any notice of what was going on.

"Are you back for good?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Yep."

"Now, class, please settle down!" McGonagall had apparently finally noticed the chatter. She saw Harry, did a double take, but smiled.

"Good to have you back Mr. Potter."

AN; I know it's not long but I have an essay to write so blarg! Anyway, next chappie;

Apparition and Augements.

See you then, mean time, review!!