"Harry?" Someone said behind him. He turned around. Sirius was standing
there. "I thought you went to bed." He said.
Harry shook his head. "On my way now."
Sirius nodded.
"So, what's happening with all of them?" Harry asked.
Sirius smiled weakly. "They're going to Azkaban. Err- back to Azkaban. As well as the new ones. As far as we know, there is absolutely no one left." He patted Harry on the shoulder. "You're done, Harry. I think he's gone for good."
Harry grinned. "I think he's gone." He said. "But I'm not done. I'm never done."
* * * * *
Gryffindor won the Quiddich Cup again. It was a fairly easy win, nothing too exciting. It depressed Harry slightly, knowing that that was his last game, and he hadn't even had a challenge.
The last week passed quickly, too quickly. Harry was sure it was because he knew it was his last week at Hogwarts. Before he knew it, it was their graduation. All of the seventh years were gathered in the small room off of the Great Hall. The younger students were either outside or in their common rooms. The parents were in the Great Hall. A lot of the other students were nervous, but it didn't bother Harry at all. He wasn't worried about what anyone thought, because he didn't have to impress his parents. It was just Sirius and the Weasleys.
Graduation passed slowly. It was crowded, hot, and still. The humidity pushed down on Harry's head and made him sweat even more.
Finally, it was over, and Harry was allowed to go outside. He wandered around on his own a bit, because Ron and Hermione were with their parents. He didn't know where Sirius was.
He made his way over to the Quiddich pitch after a while. He walked out to the centre of it, looking around. It always calmed him down. It was almost as hot outside. The air was still with only a slight breeze every once in a while. The sun beat down on his head, and Harry could feel it burning his scalp.
He walked into the shade of the stands. He lay down on a bench and closed his eyes. He would have fallen asleep, had it not been so bright out.
"Hello, Harry." Someone said.
Harry opened his eyes. Cho was looking at him. "Hey, Cho." He said. He closed his eyes again.
"So, Harry. . . how does it feel to have graduated?"
He shrugged. "Not much different. It's a little depressing, I guess. I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet. I want to be and Auror, but I still need somewhere to live, some way to get money before I actually get the job."
Cho smiled. "I know what you mean. It wasn't that bad, when I was living at Grimmauld Place, but I had to find somewhere to live. That was hard. I've got an ugly little apartment in London now."
Harry laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to go through the same struggle as you."
"What about Grimmauld Place? You can live there."
"Yeah, I could, but I think I'd like to figure out my own place. My own life."
Cho nodded, but Harry didn't see it.
"Harry. . ." She paused. "Do you think, maybe. . ." She stopped.
Harry sat up. "What?"
Cho shrugged. "I know you already said, but-"She paused again, looking uncomfortable.
Harry sighed. "Cho, we already talked about this."
"I know! It's just, we didn't break up because we didn't love each other anymore. I broke up with you because I loved you too much! I have the whole time, you know that. Surely you can't forget any of that."
Harry put his head in his hands. She just didn't get it. he had already answered this. But- she was right. He hadn't forgotten any of it. Not one moment of it.
He sat up straight. "Cho, I don't know about this. I need some time to think, okay?"
She nodded slowly, looking at the ground.
"I'll talk to you later, Cho." Harry said, sliding off the bleacher.
Cho didn't say anything.
Harry walked back up to the dorm and sat down on his bed. He still needed to pack. He was leaving the next morning, and he hadn't packed anything yet. He threw some socks and pyjamas, just to make himself feel like he had done something.
He thought about what Cho had said. It was true. The entire time, he had missed her. He had wanted her back. But he realized that he didn't need her anymore. Maybe he didn't need her. Or maybe he had just convinced himself he didn't. Or maybe, he just wanted her. Otherwise, why would he have hesitated in saying no? Why did he have to think about it?
He stood up. This was stupid. He knew he still wanted her. It was just that his ego would be hurt. It was stupid. He did want her, he just wouldn't admit it. He decided to bite the bullet. If he didn't say what he wanted, he would never get it.
He walked down stairs to find Cho. He couldn't find her anywhere. He saw Lupin walking down the hall. "Professor!" He called out. "Have you seen Cho?"
Lupin nodded his head. "She went back home a little while ago. I'm sure you can get a hold of her when you get back to London, Harry."
Harry nodded. "Thanks."
He walked back to the dorm room. Everything felt so repetitive! He decided that he really needed to pack, so he went back to his room to finish.
An hour and a half later, he was ready. He walked back down to the common room, where he found Ron and Hermione. "Your parents leave?"
Hermione nodded. "They were a little wierded out, I think."
Ron grinned. "Mom and Dad went home almost an hour and a half ago. There was a train, you know. Because there's no other way out. So everyone left at the same time."
Harry nodded. "Cool." He paused. "I talked to Cho." He said.
Hermione didn't move. She didn't even raise an eyebrow. "And?"
Harry shrugged. "In the end, nothing happened. But I think she wanted it to."
Ron sat up. "Did you?"
Harry shrugged again. "I did, but by the time I decided to get back to her, she had gone home. I guess I'll talk to her this summer."
Hermione gave him a pitying look. "I'm sorry, Harry."
He smiled. "It's no big deal, Herm. I can talk to her later."
She smiled. "Alright, Harry."
He shook his head, chuckling. "You are never going to believe me, are you?"
Ron shook his head. "She never believes anyone, Harry. She's too damn stubborn."
Harry laughed. "Come on, let's go down to dinner. It's getting late. We need to be there for our last dinner!"
"And our last win of the House Championship!" Ron said, jumping up. They ran down to the Great Hall, and were some of the last students to arrive.
"Wonderful." Dumbledore said. "All of our students are here, we can begin." He smiled, and the three of them sat down quietly. "Today is the end of another year. I would like to congratulate all of the seventh years on completing their time at Hogwarts. And to everyone else, see you next year."
Harry, to his surprise, actually felt tears well up as Dumbledore said it, and had a bit of trouble saying "hear, hear" with the rest of the school.
"Now, as I'm sure you all know from the hourglasses, Gryffindor has won the House Cup this year. Congratulations."
Everyone in Gryffindor cheered. Instinctively, Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, forgetting that Malfoy was no longer there. Harry knew he had been expelled, but he looked over anyway. The Slytherin table seemed so empty.
"And so, I would like to say, for the last time this year, dig in and enjoy your dinner!"
Everyone cheered, and food appeared on their plates. The Hall stayed fairly quiet as everybody ate. Harry wasn't particularly hungry, and he found himself picking at his food.
"What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked, in between bites.
Harry looked up. "Nothing." He said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course something is wrong. This has to do with Cho, doesn't it? You're upset that she left, and you can't settle."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I'm just no very hungry, is all."
Hermione scoffed. "Don't try it, Harry. We know you better than that."
Ron nodded in agreement, and Harry decided it wasn't worth it to argue with them, so he went back to picking at his food.
All of the seventh years were quiet, even after they finished eating. It felt so strange. They would go home for the last time tomorrow. About five of their peers had been kicked out of school, and people were scared. No one had any idea that they were Death Eaters. The students were scared about having interacted with them for seven years without noticing anything. They were afraid it meant they wouldn't notice anything, that it would affect them in the long run.
Harry didn't really understand the problem.
The seventh years were allowed to stay out late that night. A lot of them would have very little access to their friends outside of Hogwarts, so the teachers allowed them to spend the night in the Great Hall socializing until much later than usual.
By three in the morning, Harry couldn't keep his eyes open. He had to go to bed. He said goodnight to all his friends, and stumbled all the way up to the his dormitory, falling asleep instantly.
He woke up early the next morning. He looked out the window beside his bed. The sky was a pale pink, the colour of a new sunrise.
Harry pulled on his robe and made sure he had all of his things. He did, so he closed his trunk and went downstairs. No one was there. Everyone was sleeping. Harry wandered around a bit, but didn't find a single person. It was sort of depressing, but he went back to the common room. He sat down in front of the fireplace. There was no fire; it was too warm out. But he imagined it, imagined that it was all the times that he would talk to Sirius, or the few that he talked to Cho.
Cho. Maybe Hermione was right. He was upset that he hadn't talked to her. He was afraid that he wouldn't get to talk to her again in the summer. But he wasn't as upset as Hermione said. If it really mattered that much to him, he would seek her out.
They rode in the prefect compartment. Since it was the end of the year, the prefects didn't need it, so they occupied it. It was bigger than the rest, so they were pretty comfortable. Parvati and Lavender came around at one point, as did Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Mostly, though, it was just the three of them. Harry enjoyed himself, but, like every other event in the last few weeks, he couldn't stop thinking that he would never do it again.
When he stepped off the platform later that day, the Dursleys weren't there. He looked around, and he couldn't see any of them.
"Ron, do you see my uncle?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head. "Nope."
Harry sighed. People were starting to look at Hedwig.
Hermione and Ron both left. Harry walked out to the front of the station and sat down on a bench. The Dursleys didn't come.
All of the other students left. The Dursleys didn't come.
Harry thought about apparating, but he knew that he couldn't do it in the middle of a train station in London. He would just have to wait for the Dursleys. Almost an hour later, it was starting to get late. Almost eight o'clock. Harry wanted to buy some food, but he had no muggle money, so he stayed on the bench. He wouldn't be able to explain why he had bronze knuts.
By about nine o'clock, Harry was seriously considering going to the bathroom to apparate. He had been waiting for almost three hours! Just then, as he was about to go to the bathroom, he saw someone he recognized. Cho had just walked into the station.
She walked up to him and smiled. "Hey, Harry. Need a hand?"
He grinned. "Thanks." Cho took Hedwig's cage and a few loose things Harry had.
"There's an apparition point just down the block from here. I didn't know about it for the longest time, but I was checking the records, and lo and behold, there it was."
Harry nodded. He hadn't known about it either. There were points all over England, at least. They made it possible for people to apparate without any risk of muggle sightings, or hitting other people when they came in. Harry and Cho walked into the small building.
"Err, Harry-" Cho said, "Where exactly do you want to go? The Dursleys obviously won't take you. Where to?"
Harry shrugged. "I could go to Grimmauld Place. I've got a place there."
Cho nodded, and they disapparated.
They turned up in Harry's bedroom.
"Well, Harry... I guess I'll see you around." She smiled.
"Cho! Aren't you going to stay?" Harry asked.
Cho shook her head. "No, I've got to get home. I have some work to do still."
Harry nodded. "I'll talk to you later, then?"
Cho nodded, and gave him a hug. "Bye, Harry." She waved as she disapparated.
Harry sighed. He was home. He walked out of his room. The floor was empty. He walked downstairs, and he could hear people downstairs. He walked down, into the kitchen.
Sirius looked up and saw him. "Harry?" He said, "What are you doing here?"
Harry shrugged. "Nobody showed up at the station."
Sirius glanced sideways at Lupin, who glanced down. "I'm sorry, Harry. I assumed your uncle would pick you up. It never occurred to me..."
Harry grinned. "It's no big deal. I'm here. Personally, I'm happier having sat in a train station for a few hours than having to spend the entire summer with my relations."
Sirius laughed. "It's good to have you back here, Harry."
Lupin clapped him on the shoulder. "It sure is, Harry."
He sat down.
"So, Harry... what are you planning on doing now?" Sirius asked.
Harry sighed. "Why is everyone asking me this?" He banged his head on the table. "I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll see if I can get a job at the Ministry for the summer, while I decide."
Lupin smiled. "The minister certainly seems to like having you work for him."
Harry grinned. "I think I might want to be an Auror."
Lupin raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"
Harry nodded. "Professor McGonagall said that she would do everything she could to make sure I got to my goal. It was because Umbridge was in the room, and she was getting very irritating."
Sirius nodded. "You're very lucky. If anyone can get you it, it's McGonagall."
Harry stood up. "I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Sirius and Lupin said good night, and he went upstairs.
Harry lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He would have to make a career for himself. Find his own place to live, find his own way of life.
He would think about it in the morning.
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Hey hey to all. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Shannon K. M: Yeah. . . I was thinking the exact same thing. Everything happens so easily. Cho and Harry were getting back together way too easily in this chapter. Because of that, I'm stalling their relationship, sort of. In this chapter, it looked like they were back together, but it's complicated. I haven't decided how it is complicated, but I already know that it's not perfect.
Wytil: I like that name! 'deathmunchers.' Very nice. I didn't explain it in the chapter (as far as I can remember) but I just thought that kids reported that their friends didn't come back to the dorm, or maybe a teacher or someone saw something. Doesn't really matter.
Indigal: ooh yeah. Damn right he was interesting. Yes, it basically is the end of the Death Eaters. Even if there are any supporters left, they're basically just crazy people.
Dragoon knight: yes. Yes it is. Well, sort of...It's more about just Harry now, but their relationship is the basis of the story. I think. I'm sorry, I don't know any more! GAH!!!
Wuzup13579: very funny.
Potter4prez: I guess I can. If I'm feeling really, really, REALLY nice. Kidding, I'll read it. I don't know why you really want me too.
Thanks for reading, and I expect WAY more reviews!!!!! By the way, I'm almost at twenty chapters! Yay!
-unolimbo
Harry shook his head. "On my way now."
Sirius nodded.
"So, what's happening with all of them?" Harry asked.
Sirius smiled weakly. "They're going to Azkaban. Err- back to Azkaban. As well as the new ones. As far as we know, there is absolutely no one left." He patted Harry on the shoulder. "You're done, Harry. I think he's gone for good."
Harry grinned. "I think he's gone." He said. "But I'm not done. I'm never done."
* * * * *
Gryffindor won the Quiddich Cup again. It was a fairly easy win, nothing too exciting. It depressed Harry slightly, knowing that that was his last game, and he hadn't even had a challenge.
The last week passed quickly, too quickly. Harry was sure it was because he knew it was his last week at Hogwarts. Before he knew it, it was their graduation. All of the seventh years were gathered in the small room off of the Great Hall. The younger students were either outside or in their common rooms. The parents were in the Great Hall. A lot of the other students were nervous, but it didn't bother Harry at all. He wasn't worried about what anyone thought, because he didn't have to impress his parents. It was just Sirius and the Weasleys.
Graduation passed slowly. It was crowded, hot, and still. The humidity pushed down on Harry's head and made him sweat even more.
Finally, it was over, and Harry was allowed to go outside. He wandered around on his own a bit, because Ron and Hermione were with their parents. He didn't know where Sirius was.
He made his way over to the Quiddich pitch after a while. He walked out to the centre of it, looking around. It always calmed him down. It was almost as hot outside. The air was still with only a slight breeze every once in a while. The sun beat down on his head, and Harry could feel it burning his scalp.
He walked into the shade of the stands. He lay down on a bench and closed his eyes. He would have fallen asleep, had it not been so bright out.
"Hello, Harry." Someone said.
Harry opened his eyes. Cho was looking at him. "Hey, Cho." He said. He closed his eyes again.
"So, Harry. . . how does it feel to have graduated?"
He shrugged. "Not much different. It's a little depressing, I guess. I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet. I want to be and Auror, but I still need somewhere to live, some way to get money before I actually get the job."
Cho smiled. "I know what you mean. It wasn't that bad, when I was living at Grimmauld Place, but I had to find somewhere to live. That was hard. I've got an ugly little apartment in London now."
Harry laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to go through the same struggle as you."
"What about Grimmauld Place? You can live there."
"Yeah, I could, but I think I'd like to figure out my own place. My own life."
Cho nodded, but Harry didn't see it.
"Harry. . ." She paused. "Do you think, maybe. . ." She stopped.
Harry sat up. "What?"
Cho shrugged. "I know you already said, but-"She paused again, looking uncomfortable.
Harry sighed. "Cho, we already talked about this."
"I know! It's just, we didn't break up because we didn't love each other anymore. I broke up with you because I loved you too much! I have the whole time, you know that. Surely you can't forget any of that."
Harry put his head in his hands. She just didn't get it. he had already answered this. But- she was right. He hadn't forgotten any of it. Not one moment of it.
He sat up straight. "Cho, I don't know about this. I need some time to think, okay?"
She nodded slowly, looking at the ground.
"I'll talk to you later, Cho." Harry said, sliding off the bleacher.
Cho didn't say anything.
Harry walked back up to the dorm and sat down on his bed. He still needed to pack. He was leaving the next morning, and he hadn't packed anything yet. He threw some socks and pyjamas, just to make himself feel like he had done something.
He thought about what Cho had said. It was true. The entire time, he had missed her. He had wanted her back. But he realized that he didn't need her anymore. Maybe he didn't need her. Or maybe he had just convinced himself he didn't. Or maybe, he just wanted her. Otherwise, why would he have hesitated in saying no? Why did he have to think about it?
He stood up. This was stupid. He knew he still wanted her. It was just that his ego would be hurt. It was stupid. He did want her, he just wouldn't admit it. He decided to bite the bullet. If he didn't say what he wanted, he would never get it.
He walked down stairs to find Cho. He couldn't find her anywhere. He saw Lupin walking down the hall. "Professor!" He called out. "Have you seen Cho?"
Lupin nodded his head. "She went back home a little while ago. I'm sure you can get a hold of her when you get back to London, Harry."
Harry nodded. "Thanks."
He walked back to the dorm room. Everything felt so repetitive! He decided that he really needed to pack, so he went back to his room to finish.
An hour and a half later, he was ready. He walked back down to the common room, where he found Ron and Hermione. "Your parents leave?"
Hermione nodded. "They were a little wierded out, I think."
Ron grinned. "Mom and Dad went home almost an hour and a half ago. There was a train, you know. Because there's no other way out. So everyone left at the same time."
Harry nodded. "Cool." He paused. "I talked to Cho." He said.
Hermione didn't move. She didn't even raise an eyebrow. "And?"
Harry shrugged. "In the end, nothing happened. But I think she wanted it to."
Ron sat up. "Did you?"
Harry shrugged again. "I did, but by the time I decided to get back to her, she had gone home. I guess I'll talk to her this summer."
Hermione gave him a pitying look. "I'm sorry, Harry."
He smiled. "It's no big deal, Herm. I can talk to her later."
She smiled. "Alright, Harry."
He shook his head, chuckling. "You are never going to believe me, are you?"
Ron shook his head. "She never believes anyone, Harry. She's too damn stubborn."
Harry laughed. "Come on, let's go down to dinner. It's getting late. We need to be there for our last dinner!"
"And our last win of the House Championship!" Ron said, jumping up. They ran down to the Great Hall, and were some of the last students to arrive.
"Wonderful." Dumbledore said. "All of our students are here, we can begin." He smiled, and the three of them sat down quietly. "Today is the end of another year. I would like to congratulate all of the seventh years on completing their time at Hogwarts. And to everyone else, see you next year."
Harry, to his surprise, actually felt tears well up as Dumbledore said it, and had a bit of trouble saying "hear, hear" with the rest of the school.
"Now, as I'm sure you all know from the hourglasses, Gryffindor has won the House Cup this year. Congratulations."
Everyone in Gryffindor cheered. Instinctively, Harry looked over at the Slytherin table, forgetting that Malfoy was no longer there. Harry knew he had been expelled, but he looked over anyway. The Slytherin table seemed so empty.
"And so, I would like to say, for the last time this year, dig in and enjoy your dinner!"
Everyone cheered, and food appeared on their plates. The Hall stayed fairly quiet as everybody ate. Harry wasn't particularly hungry, and he found himself picking at his food.
"What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked, in between bites.
Harry looked up. "Nothing." He said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course something is wrong. This has to do with Cho, doesn't it? You're upset that she left, and you can't settle."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I'm just no very hungry, is all."
Hermione scoffed. "Don't try it, Harry. We know you better than that."
Ron nodded in agreement, and Harry decided it wasn't worth it to argue with them, so he went back to picking at his food.
All of the seventh years were quiet, even after they finished eating. It felt so strange. They would go home for the last time tomorrow. About five of their peers had been kicked out of school, and people were scared. No one had any idea that they were Death Eaters. The students were scared about having interacted with them for seven years without noticing anything. They were afraid it meant they wouldn't notice anything, that it would affect them in the long run.
Harry didn't really understand the problem.
The seventh years were allowed to stay out late that night. A lot of them would have very little access to their friends outside of Hogwarts, so the teachers allowed them to spend the night in the Great Hall socializing until much later than usual.
By three in the morning, Harry couldn't keep his eyes open. He had to go to bed. He said goodnight to all his friends, and stumbled all the way up to the his dormitory, falling asleep instantly.
He woke up early the next morning. He looked out the window beside his bed. The sky was a pale pink, the colour of a new sunrise.
Harry pulled on his robe and made sure he had all of his things. He did, so he closed his trunk and went downstairs. No one was there. Everyone was sleeping. Harry wandered around a bit, but didn't find a single person. It was sort of depressing, but he went back to the common room. He sat down in front of the fireplace. There was no fire; it was too warm out. But he imagined it, imagined that it was all the times that he would talk to Sirius, or the few that he talked to Cho.
Cho. Maybe Hermione was right. He was upset that he hadn't talked to her. He was afraid that he wouldn't get to talk to her again in the summer. But he wasn't as upset as Hermione said. If it really mattered that much to him, he would seek her out.
They rode in the prefect compartment. Since it was the end of the year, the prefects didn't need it, so they occupied it. It was bigger than the rest, so they were pretty comfortable. Parvati and Lavender came around at one point, as did Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Mostly, though, it was just the three of them. Harry enjoyed himself, but, like every other event in the last few weeks, he couldn't stop thinking that he would never do it again.
When he stepped off the platform later that day, the Dursleys weren't there. He looked around, and he couldn't see any of them.
"Ron, do you see my uncle?" Harry asked.
Ron shook his head. "Nope."
Harry sighed. People were starting to look at Hedwig.
Hermione and Ron both left. Harry walked out to the front of the station and sat down on a bench. The Dursleys didn't come.
All of the other students left. The Dursleys didn't come.
Harry thought about apparating, but he knew that he couldn't do it in the middle of a train station in London. He would just have to wait for the Dursleys. Almost an hour later, it was starting to get late. Almost eight o'clock. Harry wanted to buy some food, but he had no muggle money, so he stayed on the bench. He wouldn't be able to explain why he had bronze knuts.
By about nine o'clock, Harry was seriously considering going to the bathroom to apparate. He had been waiting for almost three hours! Just then, as he was about to go to the bathroom, he saw someone he recognized. Cho had just walked into the station.
She walked up to him and smiled. "Hey, Harry. Need a hand?"
He grinned. "Thanks." Cho took Hedwig's cage and a few loose things Harry had.
"There's an apparition point just down the block from here. I didn't know about it for the longest time, but I was checking the records, and lo and behold, there it was."
Harry nodded. He hadn't known about it either. There were points all over England, at least. They made it possible for people to apparate without any risk of muggle sightings, or hitting other people when they came in. Harry and Cho walked into the small building.
"Err, Harry-" Cho said, "Where exactly do you want to go? The Dursleys obviously won't take you. Where to?"
Harry shrugged. "I could go to Grimmauld Place. I've got a place there."
Cho nodded, and they disapparated.
They turned up in Harry's bedroom.
"Well, Harry... I guess I'll see you around." She smiled.
"Cho! Aren't you going to stay?" Harry asked.
Cho shook her head. "No, I've got to get home. I have some work to do still."
Harry nodded. "I'll talk to you later, then?"
Cho nodded, and gave him a hug. "Bye, Harry." She waved as she disapparated.
Harry sighed. He was home. He walked out of his room. The floor was empty. He walked downstairs, and he could hear people downstairs. He walked down, into the kitchen.
Sirius looked up and saw him. "Harry?" He said, "What are you doing here?"
Harry shrugged. "Nobody showed up at the station."
Sirius glanced sideways at Lupin, who glanced down. "I'm sorry, Harry. I assumed your uncle would pick you up. It never occurred to me..."
Harry grinned. "It's no big deal. I'm here. Personally, I'm happier having sat in a train station for a few hours than having to spend the entire summer with my relations."
Sirius laughed. "It's good to have you back here, Harry."
Lupin clapped him on the shoulder. "It sure is, Harry."
He sat down.
"So, Harry... what are you planning on doing now?" Sirius asked.
Harry sighed. "Why is everyone asking me this?" He banged his head on the table. "I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll see if I can get a job at the Ministry for the summer, while I decide."
Lupin smiled. "The minister certainly seems to like having you work for him."
Harry grinned. "I think I might want to be an Auror."
Lupin raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"
Harry nodded. "Professor McGonagall said that she would do everything she could to make sure I got to my goal. It was because Umbridge was in the room, and she was getting very irritating."
Sirius nodded. "You're very lucky. If anyone can get you it, it's McGonagall."
Harry stood up. "I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Sirius and Lupin said good night, and he went upstairs.
Harry lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He would have to make a career for himself. Find his own place to live, find his own way of life.
He would think about it in the morning.
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Hey hey to all. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Shannon K. M: Yeah. . . I was thinking the exact same thing. Everything happens so easily. Cho and Harry were getting back together way too easily in this chapter. Because of that, I'm stalling their relationship, sort of. In this chapter, it looked like they were back together, but it's complicated. I haven't decided how it is complicated, but I already know that it's not perfect.
Wytil: I like that name! 'deathmunchers.' Very nice. I didn't explain it in the chapter (as far as I can remember) but I just thought that kids reported that their friends didn't come back to the dorm, or maybe a teacher or someone saw something. Doesn't really matter.
Indigal: ooh yeah. Damn right he was interesting. Yes, it basically is the end of the Death Eaters. Even if there are any supporters left, they're basically just crazy people.
Dragoon knight: yes. Yes it is. Well, sort of...It's more about just Harry now, but their relationship is the basis of the story. I think. I'm sorry, I don't know any more! GAH!!!
Wuzup13579: very funny.
Potter4prez: I guess I can. If I'm feeling really, really, REALLY nice. Kidding, I'll read it. I don't know why you really want me too.
Thanks for reading, and I expect WAY more reviews!!!!! By the way, I'm almost at twenty chapters! Yay!
-unolimbo