An; as usual, R and R. tell me if you want a sequel. This is sob the last chapter of this story. Tell me what you think of it as a whole. Anything unexpected? What? How? Should go back and put more descriptive stuff in?
Chapter Thirty Five------Last one..... End... or is it the beginning? Oh im so confused!!!
Neville flushed, embarrassed, making Harry wish he hadn't said anything,
"No, as in story writing..."
"Oh I see. Why did you want to tell me that??"
"I.... I want to write your story!" blurted Neville.
Harry stared at Neville for a second, nonplussed.
"Why would you want to write that?" he asked dumbly. Neville let out a chuckle, reminding Harry again of how he had changed over the last few years.
"Well, im sure everyone would want to know..." mumbled Neville, his face still red.
Harry watched him for a second, wondering what to say.
The rest of the day passed without incident. Harry blew out his candles, smiled a lot. A little later in the afternoon Harry turned to see Hermione watching. He smiled at her. She smiled back. A few minutes later she sidled up to him and took his hand. He turned and smiled at her, slightly surprised. She squeezed his hand tightly. He squeezed back. Lupin, across the lawn, noticed and smiled knowingly.
Later that night Harry stared at the cream ceiling, wondering what heroes did after happily ever after. There must be some answer. All his noteworthy deeds he had accomplished before he was eighteen. Was that it? Or was there more adventure waiting for him? He sighed. There was no easy answer. He pondered it a while. Still no answer. He pondered it a little longer. Then he fell asleep, with a small smile on his face and the answer ringing through his head.
Albus Dumbledore stroked Fawkes silky head, deep in thought. He was hunched in his chair, the phoenix on its armrest and if he had been a cat Dumbledore was sure his pet would have purred. Harry had done what had been expected of him. He had done it well, but what was the boy to do now? He would have to keep an eye on him. Harry had a headstrong streak that worried him. He knew very well that the boy wanted to be an auror. But he already was in most ways. The headmaster mused. The training for that was hard. But Harry had the instincts. He would fine tune them over the next three years of the auror college, at Titania's Tutorage. But what of the Dementor's? Something had to be done to them. the tall ghostlike beasts were not loyal to anything but themselves and their way of living was horrific. They were too powerful, too terrible to let continue. And the giants too, they would have to be somehow bought to heel. The thoughts welled around through his head until he decided a pensive might be a good idea.
Cornelius Fudge sighed and sat back in his comfortable plush chair and stared at the piece of paper in front of him. He had been released only for three hours and he was already doing something like this. But strangely it felt good to have the burden lifted. Then with a deep, heartfelt sigh he signed the piece of paper that ended his old life, but more importantly, very importantly, started his new. His capture and subsequent release by the Death Eaters had shown him something. He was not suited for the job. He folded his resignation and left it on his desk, before walking out of the ministry, listening to the quiet tap tap of his dragon hide shoes on the marble floor. A lonely sound.
Madame Pomfrey folded the last of the starched white blankets and hummed to herself. Everything was fine. The hospital wing shone clean once again, the beds were in place and everything was quiet. As I should be. It was all good now. No Dark Lord, no anger in Potter... everything was fine. She wouldn't see him again unless the Order got up to something particularly nasty. She hoped that wouldn't be for a long time. She didn't know of one of the ideas in the Headmasters brain... the idea that Harry Potter would perhaps be one of the better DADA teachers the school would ever have....
Ronald Weasley smiled, his red hair falling unattractively in his face. He had decided to grow it like his coolest elder brother. His grin widened. His best friend was a hero. Hmmm, that's a good title for a book, he mused, staring into the darkness, 'my life as the best friend of a hero.' He was no longer jealous of Harry, in fact, he was glad he didn't have any special powers or whatever. He was happy to have a best friend who was famous. He knew in some inner part of his being that he would be better than Harry someday, at something. Maybe two things. Until then, he was content to wait.
Hermione Granger fell asleep that night with a smile on her face and a happy heart. Her dreams were full of lightning bolts and green eyes and O's on her report cards.
Neville chewed his feather quill, thinking. His brow was furrowed with concentration. What to write? Harry had ummed and ah'ed a little, making Neville sweat. He had so wanted the project. But in the end he had aid yes. Where to begin? The Hollow? No, the story was Harry's. Harry had told him in detail of his first year at Hogwarts. He would remain truthful to what Harry knew then.
He put his pen to parchment and began to write.
"MR AND MRS DURSLEY, OF NUMBER FOUR, PRIVET DRIVE, WERE PROUD TO SAY THAT THEY WERE PERFECTLY NORMAL, THANKYOU VERY MUCH. THEY WERE THE LAST PEOPLE YOU'D EXPECT TO BE INVOLVED IN ANYTHING STRANGE OF MYSTERIOUS, BECAUSE THEY JUST DIDN'T HOLD WITH SUCH NONSENSE........."
AN; that's all for this one folks. Review. DO YOU WANT A SEQUEL???? Im taking votes here!!!
There's so many people to thank. I can't list you all so im saying this,
Thanks.
To all those who put me on author updates To all those who put this story on favourite lists To all those who reviewed, both your criticism and your praise was well appreciated. Thank you all so much!!
bows and the curtains close and lights go out.
Chapter Thirty Five------Last one..... End... or is it the beginning? Oh im so confused!!!
Neville flushed, embarrassed, making Harry wish he hadn't said anything,
"No, as in story writing..."
"Oh I see. Why did you want to tell me that??"
"I.... I want to write your story!" blurted Neville.
Harry stared at Neville for a second, nonplussed.
"Why would you want to write that?" he asked dumbly. Neville let out a chuckle, reminding Harry again of how he had changed over the last few years.
"Well, im sure everyone would want to know..." mumbled Neville, his face still red.
Harry watched him for a second, wondering what to say.
The rest of the day passed without incident. Harry blew out his candles, smiled a lot. A little later in the afternoon Harry turned to see Hermione watching. He smiled at her. She smiled back. A few minutes later she sidled up to him and took his hand. He turned and smiled at her, slightly surprised. She squeezed his hand tightly. He squeezed back. Lupin, across the lawn, noticed and smiled knowingly.
Later that night Harry stared at the cream ceiling, wondering what heroes did after happily ever after. There must be some answer. All his noteworthy deeds he had accomplished before he was eighteen. Was that it? Or was there more adventure waiting for him? He sighed. There was no easy answer. He pondered it a while. Still no answer. He pondered it a little longer. Then he fell asleep, with a small smile on his face and the answer ringing through his head.
Albus Dumbledore stroked Fawkes silky head, deep in thought. He was hunched in his chair, the phoenix on its armrest and if he had been a cat Dumbledore was sure his pet would have purred. Harry had done what had been expected of him. He had done it well, but what was the boy to do now? He would have to keep an eye on him. Harry had a headstrong streak that worried him. He knew very well that the boy wanted to be an auror. But he already was in most ways. The headmaster mused. The training for that was hard. But Harry had the instincts. He would fine tune them over the next three years of the auror college, at Titania's Tutorage. But what of the Dementor's? Something had to be done to them. the tall ghostlike beasts were not loyal to anything but themselves and their way of living was horrific. They were too powerful, too terrible to let continue. And the giants too, they would have to be somehow bought to heel. The thoughts welled around through his head until he decided a pensive might be a good idea.
Cornelius Fudge sighed and sat back in his comfortable plush chair and stared at the piece of paper in front of him. He had been released only for three hours and he was already doing something like this. But strangely it felt good to have the burden lifted. Then with a deep, heartfelt sigh he signed the piece of paper that ended his old life, but more importantly, very importantly, started his new. His capture and subsequent release by the Death Eaters had shown him something. He was not suited for the job. He folded his resignation and left it on his desk, before walking out of the ministry, listening to the quiet tap tap of his dragon hide shoes on the marble floor. A lonely sound.
Madame Pomfrey folded the last of the starched white blankets and hummed to herself. Everything was fine. The hospital wing shone clean once again, the beds were in place and everything was quiet. As I should be. It was all good now. No Dark Lord, no anger in Potter... everything was fine. She wouldn't see him again unless the Order got up to something particularly nasty. She hoped that wouldn't be for a long time. She didn't know of one of the ideas in the Headmasters brain... the idea that Harry Potter would perhaps be one of the better DADA teachers the school would ever have....
Ronald Weasley smiled, his red hair falling unattractively in his face. He had decided to grow it like his coolest elder brother. His grin widened. His best friend was a hero. Hmmm, that's a good title for a book, he mused, staring into the darkness, 'my life as the best friend of a hero.' He was no longer jealous of Harry, in fact, he was glad he didn't have any special powers or whatever. He was happy to have a best friend who was famous. He knew in some inner part of his being that he would be better than Harry someday, at something. Maybe two things. Until then, he was content to wait.
Hermione Granger fell asleep that night with a smile on her face and a happy heart. Her dreams were full of lightning bolts and green eyes and O's on her report cards.
Neville chewed his feather quill, thinking. His brow was furrowed with concentration. What to write? Harry had ummed and ah'ed a little, making Neville sweat. He had so wanted the project. But in the end he had aid yes. Where to begin? The Hollow? No, the story was Harry's. Harry had told him in detail of his first year at Hogwarts. He would remain truthful to what Harry knew then.
He put his pen to parchment and began to write.
"MR AND MRS DURSLEY, OF NUMBER FOUR, PRIVET DRIVE, WERE PROUD TO SAY THAT THEY WERE PERFECTLY NORMAL, THANKYOU VERY MUCH. THEY WERE THE LAST PEOPLE YOU'D EXPECT TO BE INVOLVED IN ANYTHING STRANGE OF MYSTERIOUS, BECAUSE THEY JUST DIDN'T HOLD WITH SUCH NONSENSE........."
AN; that's all for this one folks. Review. DO YOU WANT A SEQUEL???? Im taking votes here!!!
There's so many people to thank. I can't list you all so im saying this,
Thanks.
To all those who put me on author updates To all those who put this story on favourite lists To all those who reviewed, both your criticism and your praise was well appreciated. Thank you all so much!!
bows and the curtains close and lights go out.