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The next morning, Harry and Hermione were alone in the hospital room. Since they were married, St. Mungo's had let them have a private room. At the moment, they were silent, staring out the window, through which they could see other London buildings, and even a church steeple. Different thoughts were running through their heads. Hermione was thinking about the baby, of course, and Harry was thinking of how exactly he could start his career as an Auror, so as to support his family. He supposed he would have to ask Dumbledore about it. And speaking of Dumbledore....
"Good morning, Harry, Hermione," said the Hogwarts headmaster as he entered the room.
"Good morning, Professor," they replied.
"What are you here for?" said Harry, a little curiously.
Dumbledore sat down in a chair that was between Harry's and Hermione's beds.
"I would just like to let you know that Percy a.k.a. Wormtail, or, Peter Pettigrew, has been taken care of.
"What do you mean, exactly, "taken care of", Professor?" Hermione asked.
"I mean that he has been..."
"Killed?" Harry finished for him.
"Yes, Harry," replied Dumbledore. "He has been killed. And by a couple of Aurors, who had been given permission by Mr. Weasley, the Minister for Magic. And speaking of Aurors, Harry." Harry snapped to attention. "I received the scores for the NEWTs you took while you were in your father's time. Very high marks, they were. I gave them, the scores, I mean, to the Auror headquarters. They want you to come there the day after graduation to start your training."
For a moment, Harry couldn't speak. An Auror! Him! He was going to be an Auror!
"Th-thank you, Professor!" said Harry, stammering out his thanks.
"No need to thank me, Harry," said a smiling Dumbledore, getting up from his chair. He stopped at the door. "And one last thing before I leave. Harry, the Healers have told me to tell you that you are going to be released today from St. Mungo's." Harry shouted with joy. "As for you Hermione," said Dumbledore, turning to her, "you are going to be released in two days. The Healers want to run some more tests, to make sure you are completely all right."
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Later that afternoon, Harry was indeed released from St. Mungo's. He would have stayed there until Hermione was also released, but she made him go back to Hogwarts. Reluctantly Harry did so, where he was being pestered with questions about what had happened in the Department of Mysteries. Finally, Harry became fed up with the questions, so he consented to a sort-of interview about his accounts. The interview would be appearing in the Daily Prophet. He didn't really want to do this, but he had to, or else the students of Hogwarts would have gone one pestering him. At least Mark, his cousin didn't do this.
Speaking of Mark... he hadn't been really hanging around Harry that much. Harry knew it was because Mark wanted to get to know the students in his own year. Harry didn't mind this, though. He thought it was good that Mark was finally hanging out with kids his own age.
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Two days later, much to Harry's delight, Hermione was released from St. Mungo's in excellent condition. She had come back to Hogwarts just in time for graduation, too. Graduation, however, wouldn't be for another day. Until then, All the seventh years practically had the run of the place. They could go anywhere in Hogwarts that they wished, and they could stay up as late as they wanted.
It was because of this freedom, though it was only for the one night, that Harry and Hermione were on top of one of the Astronomy towers. Harry had set down a nice, warm, blanket, and he was sitting down on it; Hermione, however, was laying down, with her head in Harry's lap. Harry was running his fingers gently through her hair. They were looking up at the sky, looking at the stars in silence.
"Harry?"
"Hm?" was Harry's reply.
"Where are going to live? After we graduate, I mean. Where are we going to go after Hogwarts?"
"Well, I didn't plan on telling you this until tomorrow after graduation," said Harry after a pause. "But, well, see...You know the Potter House, my grandparents's and parents's place?"
"Oh yeah, in Godric's Hollow."
"Well...I've had some people restoring it, and well...if you want...i mean...it's not quite ready for people to live in. But by November it should be ready for us to move in, if you want to live there..."
Hermione sat up, and looked Harry in the face. "Really?" Harry nodded nervously. "I'd love to live there!"
Harry smiled, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Good. But before we move there, we're going to be staying at 12 Grimmauld Place."
"That's fine by me," said Hermione.
Harry smiled at her, but said nothing. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until Hermione glanced at her watch.
"Harry, it's nearly 2:00 in the morning! We'd better get back to Gryffindor tower and get some sleep, I mean, I don't think we want to miss graduation!"
"Yeah, you're right," said Harry. "Let's get going."
Harry and Hermione were late in getting back to Gryffindor tower, but the Fat Lady didn't way anything. They stepped into the common room.
"I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," complained Hermione, flopping down upon the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Let's sleep down here, then."
"No, I don't want to wake up to a bunch of first years staring at me." Reluctantly, she got up from the couch and headed towards the girls' staircase. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Hermione." Harry watched Hermione walk up the staircase, and then went up to his own dorm, where he immediatley fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
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The next day, Seamus shook Harry until he woke up. That wasn't really to Harry's liking.
"Whadyoudothatfor?" said Harry groggily. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked out the window, immediatley having to squint against the bright sunlight that was filtering throughout the room.
"To wake you up," said Seamus, opening his trunk and pulling his dress robe. "Come on and get up. All seventh years have a special breakfast down in the Great Hall, and then we go out onto the Quidditch pitch for graduation.
Harry got out of bed, and opened his trunk and pulled out his dress robe. It was the same bottle-green one that Mrs. Weasley had got him before his fourth year, and, surprisingly, it still fit him. Harry put this on, and then went down to the common room to meet Hermione. She was wearing a light blue dress robe, and all the bushiness of her hair was gone. Instead, it hung straight. On the way to breakfast, Harry noticed a lot of people staring at her. He forgot about this, however, as soon as he and Hermione saw who was waiting for them at the Gryffindor table: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Lupin, and Hermione's parents.
During the seventh year breakfast, Harry and Hermione had a very good time chatting with the people who had come to their graduation. Harry had a very nice chat with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were very glad that their daughter had chosen to marry such a nice person. They hoped to visit Harry and Hermione once they had got all settled into the Potter House in November. Harry and Hermione said that they would be glad of this. All too soon, it was time to go down to the pitch. Harry and Hermione said good bye to Lupin, the Weasleys, and the Grangers, and joined the rest of the seventh years on their way down.
When everyone, all the seventh years, and all the families and friends, had settled down, the graduation ceremony had begun. It went on for a while, as there were so many seventh years. But eventually the ceremony came to an end, and afterwords, after everyone had said good bye, after Harry and Hermione had said good bye to Hermione's parents, Lupin, and the Weasleys, all the seventh years went to their respective Houses.
"Looking forward to tomorrow, Harry?" said Neville, as he and Harry walked up to their dorm.
"Eh, I don't know," Harry replied. "I mean, in some ways I don't want to leave, because this castle holds so many memories, and in other ways, I can't wait to get away.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Neville.
"You can't wait to get away either?"
"Actually, I'm going to be coming back next year as the Herbology Professor."
Harry stared. "Really?" He opened the door that led into their dorm. "Well, that isn't really surprising. Herbology is your best subject."
Neville smiled, and he and Harry got dressed into their pyjamas. They were just climbing into bed when Dean and Seamus came in.
"Oh, you two going to bed?" said Seamus.
"No, actually we're going shopping," said Harry, grinning. Seamus hit him with his pillow.
"Good night," said Neville.
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There's just one more chapter after this one. But don't worry, I have lots of ideas for Harry Potter fan fics, so I won't be retiring from writing anytime soon. I'll be posting the first chapter of my new HP fan fic at the same time I post the last chapter for THIS fan fic, so I'll let you know what the story ID of my new fic is at the end of the last chapter of this story.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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The next morning, Harry and Hermione were alone in the hospital room. Since they were married, St. Mungo's had let them have a private room. At the moment, they were silent, staring out the window, through which they could see other London buildings, and even a church steeple. Different thoughts were running through their heads. Hermione was thinking about the baby, of course, and Harry was thinking of how exactly he could start his career as an Auror, so as to support his family. He supposed he would have to ask Dumbledore about it. And speaking of Dumbledore....
"Good morning, Harry, Hermione," said the Hogwarts headmaster as he entered the room.
"Good morning, Professor," they replied.
"What are you here for?" said Harry, a little curiously.
Dumbledore sat down in a chair that was between Harry's and Hermione's beds.
"I would just like to let you know that Percy a.k.a. Wormtail, or, Peter Pettigrew, has been taken care of.
"What do you mean, exactly, "taken care of", Professor?" Hermione asked.
"I mean that he has been..."
"Killed?" Harry finished for him.
"Yes, Harry," replied Dumbledore. "He has been killed. And by a couple of Aurors, who had been given permission by Mr. Weasley, the Minister for Magic. And speaking of Aurors, Harry." Harry snapped to attention. "I received the scores for the NEWTs you took while you were in your father's time. Very high marks, they were. I gave them, the scores, I mean, to the Auror headquarters. They want you to come there the day after graduation to start your training."
For a moment, Harry couldn't speak. An Auror! Him! He was going to be an Auror!
"Th-thank you, Professor!" said Harry, stammering out his thanks.
"No need to thank me, Harry," said a smiling Dumbledore, getting up from his chair. He stopped at the door. "And one last thing before I leave. Harry, the Healers have told me to tell you that you are going to be released today from St. Mungo's." Harry shouted with joy. "As for you Hermione," said Dumbledore, turning to her, "you are going to be released in two days. The Healers want to run some more tests, to make sure you are completely all right."
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Later that afternoon, Harry was indeed released from St. Mungo's. He would have stayed there until Hermione was also released, but she made him go back to Hogwarts. Reluctantly Harry did so, where he was being pestered with questions about what had happened in the Department of Mysteries. Finally, Harry became fed up with the questions, so he consented to a sort-of interview about his accounts. The interview would be appearing in the Daily Prophet. He didn't really want to do this, but he had to, or else the students of Hogwarts would have gone one pestering him. At least Mark, his cousin didn't do this.
Speaking of Mark... he hadn't been really hanging around Harry that much. Harry knew it was because Mark wanted to get to know the students in his own year. Harry didn't mind this, though. He thought it was good that Mark was finally hanging out with kids his own age.
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Two days later, much to Harry's delight, Hermione was released from St. Mungo's in excellent condition. She had come back to Hogwarts just in time for graduation, too. Graduation, however, wouldn't be for another day. Until then, All the seventh years practically had the run of the place. They could go anywhere in Hogwarts that they wished, and they could stay up as late as they wanted.
It was because of this freedom, though it was only for the one night, that Harry and Hermione were on top of one of the Astronomy towers. Harry had set down a nice, warm, blanket, and he was sitting down on it; Hermione, however, was laying down, with her head in Harry's lap. Harry was running his fingers gently through her hair. They were looking up at the sky, looking at the stars in silence.
"Harry?"
"Hm?" was Harry's reply.
"Where are going to live? After we graduate, I mean. Where are we going to go after Hogwarts?"
"Well, I didn't plan on telling you this until tomorrow after graduation," said Harry after a pause. "But, well, see...You know the Potter House, my grandparents's and parents's place?"
"Oh yeah, in Godric's Hollow."
"Well...I've had some people restoring it, and well...if you want...i mean...it's not quite ready for people to live in. But by November it should be ready for us to move in, if you want to live there..."
Hermione sat up, and looked Harry in the face. "Really?" Harry nodded nervously. "I'd love to live there!"
Harry smiled, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Good. But before we move there, we're going to be staying at 12 Grimmauld Place."
"That's fine by me," said Hermione.
Harry smiled at her, but said nothing. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until Hermione glanced at her watch.
"Harry, it's nearly 2:00 in the morning! We'd better get back to Gryffindor tower and get some sleep, I mean, I don't think we want to miss graduation!"
"Yeah, you're right," said Harry. "Let's get going."
Harry and Hermione were late in getting back to Gryffindor tower, but the Fat Lady didn't way anything. They stepped into the common room.
"I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," complained Hermione, flopping down upon the couch in front of the fireplace.
"Let's sleep down here, then."
"No, I don't want to wake up to a bunch of first years staring at me." Reluctantly, she got up from the couch and headed towards the girls' staircase. "Good night, Harry."
"Good night, Hermione." Harry watched Hermione walk up the staircase, and then went up to his own dorm, where he immediatley fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
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The next day, Seamus shook Harry until he woke up. That wasn't really to Harry's liking.
"Whadyoudothatfor?" said Harry groggily. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked out the window, immediatley having to squint against the bright sunlight that was filtering throughout the room.
"To wake you up," said Seamus, opening his trunk and pulling his dress robe. "Come on and get up. All seventh years have a special breakfast down in the Great Hall, and then we go out onto the Quidditch pitch for graduation.
Harry got out of bed, and opened his trunk and pulled out his dress robe. It was the same bottle-green one that Mrs. Weasley had got him before his fourth year, and, surprisingly, it still fit him. Harry put this on, and then went down to the common room to meet Hermione. She was wearing a light blue dress robe, and all the bushiness of her hair was gone. Instead, it hung straight. On the way to breakfast, Harry noticed a lot of people staring at her. He forgot about this, however, as soon as he and Hermione saw who was waiting for them at the Gryffindor table: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Lupin, and Hermione's parents.
During the seventh year breakfast, Harry and Hermione had a very good time chatting with the people who had come to their graduation. Harry had a very nice chat with Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were very glad that their daughter had chosen to marry such a nice person. They hoped to visit Harry and Hermione once they had got all settled into the Potter House in November. Harry and Hermione said that they would be glad of this. All too soon, it was time to go down to the pitch. Harry and Hermione said good bye to Lupin, the Weasleys, and the Grangers, and joined the rest of the seventh years on their way down.
When everyone, all the seventh years, and all the families and friends, had settled down, the graduation ceremony had begun. It went on for a while, as there were so many seventh years. But eventually the ceremony came to an end, and afterwords, after everyone had said good bye, after Harry and Hermione had said good bye to Hermione's parents, Lupin, and the Weasleys, all the seventh years went to their respective Houses.
"Looking forward to tomorrow, Harry?" said Neville, as he and Harry walked up to their dorm.
"Eh, I don't know," Harry replied. "I mean, in some ways I don't want to leave, because this castle holds so many memories, and in other ways, I can't wait to get away.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Neville.
"You can't wait to get away either?"
"Actually, I'm going to be coming back next year as the Herbology Professor."
Harry stared. "Really?" He opened the door that led into their dorm. "Well, that isn't really surprising. Herbology is your best subject."
Neville smiled, and he and Harry got dressed into their pyjamas. They were just climbing into bed when Dean and Seamus came in.
"Oh, you two going to bed?" said Seamus.
"No, actually we're going shopping," said Harry, grinning. Seamus hit him with his pillow.
"Good night," said Neville.
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Please review
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There's just one more chapter after this one. But don't worry, I have lots of ideas for Harry Potter fan fics, so I won't be retiring from writing anytime soon. I'll be posting the first chapter of my new HP fan fic at the same time I post the last chapter for THIS fan fic, so I'll let you know what the story ID of my new fic is at the end of the last chapter of this story.