The Red Sox won. It's completely batty around here; everything is about the Red Sox. Not complaining, it's great. The Curse has been lifted, we are free!!! Hahaha.
Ahh, the final chapter. Thank you everyone who reviewed, you're all the coolest. I'll be back soon with another Harry Potter story, though I'm not sure exactly how soon. Hopefully you liked this one enough to read my next one.
CHAPTER 7
Albus Dumbledore POV
I feel I should be back at Hogwarts. My children need me. I was never married, never planned to start a family, but now I have thousands and thousands of children. I'll never forget any of them. I can remember all their Sortings, their graduations, and for too many, their funerals. For some I am the only parent they had. And it is my responsibility to be there for them. And I will be, but right now they are safe with Minerva. I have to take care of my other children now.
I've already talked to Harry, told him about the prophecy. As expected, he is furious. I've also talked to Cornelius Fudge. He did not apologize but he admitted he was wrong. Luckily for him, I am above such things as gloating. But it still makes me seethe to think about all he's done this year to discredit both me and Harry. Alas, I suppose I'll have to put it all behind me now. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?
Now I'm back at the Headquarters. The rest of the Order is slow in arriving. They're coming in ones and twos, many weeping and sharing their condolences. Molly and several others are conjuring up drinks and more chairs. Remus is trying to comfort Arabella Figg, who is crying into a large white handkerchief with a cat embroidered on it. She always did love Sirius, an old woman's innocent crush. Remus is patting her arm, trying not to cry himself and doing a miserable job of it. Molly is also crying again. Fred and George have just arrived in a solemn silence, far different from their usual presence. Severus Snape is sitting in the corner; his eyes dry and face thoughtful.
A few more people to go. Then I'll explain what happened, what is happening, and what will happen. Sirius wrote a will, which I believe he gave to Remus for safekeeping. We'll read that and, judging by its contents, go from there.
Nobody will ever know how thankful I am to have this group, the Order of the Phoenix. There's no way we could have done so much without it. Voldemort's first defeat was, I'll admit it, a bit of a fluke. But if it hadn't been for the Order, things would've been much worse. I taught every witch and wizard in this room. They all passed through my school, became my children, and I couldn't be prouder of them. What I would have given for the Order in 1945. We had a rag-tag group with occasionally dependable communication when we fought Grindelwald. We did eventually defeat him but it would have been far easier now. Plus, not to sound conceited or anything, but I was the main warrior then. I was young, only a hundred years old. That may sound old but it really isn't, not for a wizard. But that was fifty years ago. Now I'm an old man. I can't fight alone. Every day I thank God for these people.
The last members have arrived. I stand up and the room goes quiet. All these people look to me to be their leader. They know what's at stake and what we have to do.
"Thank you all for coming." I say, "I know you've all heard about Sirius. We will have a moment of silence later to honor him, but first let me tell you what's happening..."
It's finally come. We are no longer merely preparing. The war has come and we have to get out there and fight.
We owe it to them.
THE END