Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 15
Closing the Year
A/N: LAST CHAPTER!!!! (parties) I really hope you just lurved Chapter 14!!
I own nothing but the Glanadian Rash, Alphodus Bigley, and the plot. Now onto the story!!
"Shh! He'll be sleeping!"
"Mum, he's not dead." Harry opened his eyes to find himself back in the Infirmary, the next morning, with Ron and Mrs. Weasley hovering over him. When she saw that Harry was awake, she smiled. The door creaked open at the other side of the room.
"Are you feeling allright, dear?"
"Well of course he's not feeling allright," said Fred, who had just entered with George, Tonks, and Lupin, "I wouldn't expect you to feel allright after battling one of the most powerful wizards in the world."
"Second to Dumbledore, of course," said George.
"Is Anna-Nicole okay?" asked Harry immediately.
"She's over in the neighboring bed. And Hermione's on your other side, see?" said Mrs. Weasley. Harry moved his still aching head in the direction of Hermione's bed, and saw her there snoozing. Harry's upper arm down to his elbow was wrapped in a white bandage, with smaller bandages on other parts of his arm. His glasses, sitting on the night table, had been cleaned and repaired.
"Nice job, mate," said Ron, "I insisted on coming, but Hermione wouldn't let me."
"You didn't exactly miss a party," said Harry gloomily, "Besides, even if you had been there, none of us could have gotten away if it hadn't been for Dumbledore." Lupin sat on Harry's bedside and put his hand on his leg, shrouded by the bed's blanket. "I'd still say you did a better job than most sixth years would have," he said, smiling a bit. Harry smiled as well.
"Don't forget how special you are, Harry," he continued. Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded. "Not because of your scar, but because you have something that many don't have at your age - courage." Harry shook his head.
"I was terrified," he said.
"But you took on the challenge; you went through with your plan. You weren't about to back down because you were worried about your death and hers," he gestured towards the sleeping form of Anna-Nicole. "Did it occur to you that when Lord Voldemort left her body to reunite with his own, he could have easily extracted hers as well?" Harry shook his head, then thought a moment.
"He did say that he felt that she had served her purpose."
"Exactly," said Lupin, "If he felt just that, he would have killed her. But, for reasons unknown, he didn't."
"Professor Lupin," said Harry slowly, "If he was possessing her and he could read and control her mind, could she read his? I mean...supposing she was aware of his presence, of course."
"Unless she was extremely talented at Leglimency, I'd say no," answered Lupin.
"He is, although," said Tonks, "That's how he knew your plan - he's talented at Leglimency...very talented."
"But Professor Snape told me last year that it couldn't be possible for anyone to perform Leglimency from such a far distance away," said Harry. He hoped that he wouldn't get the answer that he did. Lupin drew in a breath and said, "Remember last year when Voldemort sent that image into your mind of Sirius being tortured while inside the Hall of Prophecy?" Harry nodded.
"Lord Voldemort has mastered the unknown skill of reading your mind from long distances - even if you and he were thousands of miles apart - because of your link to him. And the bell...it attacked you that night because Voldemort ordered it to stun you and anyone around you, so that he could, in Anna-Nicole's body, of course, sneak into your dormitory unseen and capture you. He didn't succeed that way, but Hermione took the bell out to the Library, so he got the bell, which was the one other thing he wished to gain back."
"Where's Dumbledore?" asked Harry.
"Oh yes, that reminds me," said Lupin, "Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you later today when you feel well enough to go to his office." Harry nodded. "And don't forget," he added as an afterthought, standing up and pocketing his hands, "Exams tomorrow." He smiled a bit, and Harry did in return, though not grateful at all for this second reminder. He hadn't studied much at all the past few days, and he was certain that he could barely manage passing at the rate he was going.
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A while later, Hermione awoke and chatted with the visitors while Ron left for a few minutes to fetch them both fresh outfits to change into. Madame Pomfrey permitted Harry to unwrap his arm (it had fully healed except for a long black bruise) and he could move it now, though his head still throbbed slightly when he sat and stood. The three walked together to Dumbledore's office and when they reached it, Harry drew a small sheaf of parchment that Lupin had given him. Written on it was the password to Dumbledore's office.
"Jelly Slug," he said, then turned to Ron and Hermione as the stone gargoyle began to revolve on its stone pedestal. "I'll see you both back in the Common Room when I'm through, allright?"
"Good," said Hermione importantly, "We can study together up until dinner."
"Er...actually if we're going to be studying the whole time," said Harry, looking at Ron briefly, "I think we're going to want some fresh air...meet me in the Grand Courtyard instead."
"Allright, then," said Hermione, "Bye."
"See you, mate," said Ron. Harry waved and stepped onto the stairs. When he got to the large doors, he pushed them open and went inside Dumbledore's enormous office. The room was empty and silent, save for tinkling sounds emitting from trinkets and elegant machinery that Harry had no clue the purposes they had. The headmaster's golden and silver balls and rings were floating around in midair, and the portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses pretended to be snoozing in their frames. Some opened one eye to sneak a peek at Harry, but closed it after a few seconds. Harry stepped up the stairs nearing the desk, and said, "Professor Dumbledore?" Moments later, Dumbledore appeared on the balcony, his hand elegantly resting on the rail, looking down at Harry smiling, his eyes twinkling. Harry remembered, when he saw his headmaster like this, that last year around the same time of year, he had been screaming and throwing things around the large office. He felt a tiny wave of guilt surge through him at this thought. Dumbledore walked down the stone steps and over to Harry. He folded his hands across his chest on top of his beard and gave Harry's person an appraising look. His eyes rested on a marble-sized gash on Harry's right cheekbone from when the boulder had exploded, but save for a barely noticeable fleeting look of pity, he reacted not a bit. Harry did notice this look and supposed that possibly even though the cut wasn't terrible, it symbolized the rest of the pain that he had experienced the night before, and made Dumbledore a bit sad. After all, he had known him longer than anyone - save for his aunt, uncle, and Hagrid even, and it was even possible that the headmaster was caring for Harry as his own son; a relationship much different than that of a teacher and student. After a few seconds silence, Dumbledore smiled again, the slightest bit, walked to his desk, and stood behind it. Harry sat in the chair in front of the desk, and when he did, the headmaster sat in his own chair.
"You...wanted to see me?" Harry asked, "Professor?" He felt he could have said anything else, but the silence was beginning to kill him, and he was confused now, thinking about the man before him. Dumbledore nodded.
"I've puzzled you yet again this year by one of my actions." Harry glanced at Phineas Nigellus, who was sitting in his chair, his hand resting on two fingers, his elbow propped on the arm of his chair, listening intently.
"When you came to my office with Mr. Weasley asking for help with Anna-Nicole, I told you that you should solve the problem on your own - you remember that, don't you?" Harry nodded, and Dumbledore lifted his chin slightly, as if thinking what to say next, and continued.
"Everything I've told you has helped you in the end, Harry. I always have a reason for what I do, and there is one for this. It is that you are sixteen years old now - nearing manhood. Yes it is true that it is mine or the Ministry's job to take care of these problems and you, but I was testing you this year. When you are in your seventh year next year, as the prophecy that you heard last year states, either Voldemort or you shall survive. That time in your life next year will be the most important event you will ever live through. If you fail, the results could be absolutely drastic." At this, Harry's stomach churned. This had reminded him that the fate of the entire wizarding world rested upon him; that in his final year at Hogwarts, he would either live or die. Dumbledore went on again after a short pause.
"If you are not able to duel Voldemort with the same amount of energy throughout the battle, you will most definitely not succeed in destroying him for good. Almost every encounter you have had with him, you have won while hanging on by a thread - most of it being luck. Things showing up in the nick of time to save you, people showing up to save you. It will not be like that next year. You will be on your own. It will be you and him, and possibly a number of Death Eaters. Miss Granger came for you because she cared about you. She was one of the very few people that knew what you were planning on doing, so she rushed down to your aid. Mr. Weasley had tried to talk her out of it because he cared in turn about her, and when he did not succeed in constraining her, he ran straight to me. I contacted Tonks and Lupin, who naturally came as quick as they possibly could, and McGonagall had been in the hall to help Ronald get into my office, so she came with the party to search for you in the forest. We listened for noise and watched for colored sparks, and found the pair of you just before you would have been killed or even more seriously injured. As I said, I will not help you in your last duel. I should say...during your last duel. I would like to see you personally in my office next year after dinner twice a week for dueling lessons. These lessons will include not only simple spells, but highly complicated spells such as the Soul Extracting spell I demonstrated last night."
"I wondered about that," said Harry, trying his best to keep his excitement within himself - Dumbledore had agreed to teach Harry personally and this was indeed a great honor. "How - ?"
"Yes, a very advanced spell. It can only be performed on restless souls - souls that move around, such as Voldemort's, from being to being. It can seem useless to learn, but when the time comes, it can be very vital. The only way to extract that soul is to use that person's own wand. You begin by placing the wand tip at the very middle of the forehead, which after practicing this spell, is quite easy to find. Then, you drag it slowly to the very top of the person's head, say the incantation, and slowly raise your wand as to separate the soul from the body."
"You'll be teaching me spells like that next year?" asked Harry.
"Not quite as complicated, but the ones I do teach you I expect you to learn so you have them down cold, so as to do them without thinking. We'll also touch on Unforgivables, though I know that you did already in your fourth year with...Crouch Jr. and that you can fight an Imperius Curse, which is quite impressive. But I know you can barely. Miss Granger, who has undoubtedly slaved over books on Unforgivable Curses, can block them excellently, and I would prefer if you can do them as well as she. Now...do you have any other questions before I dismiss you?"
"One...but it doesn't have much to do with this subject...but...through your eyes, what was my father like?" Dumbledore's face grew into a grin.
"When he was your age, I still saw him as a boy. I saw him as a boy that I wasn't sure I would ever see grow up. But when he got friendly with your mother, I knew then that he would. And he did. He was a kind, caring, intelligent, clever man. We were all sorry we lost him, Harry." Harry nodded. There was another awkward silence, and Harry again broke it.
"Well...er...I'm supposed to be meeting Ron and Hermione outside to study..." Dumbledore nodded.
"You're excused," he said. Harry stood, briefly smiled at his headmaster, turned, and walked to the door. Dumbledore stood, smiling, but Harry stopped at the door...his hand inches from the doorknob. He turned around, walked up to Dumbledore, and wrapped his arms around him.
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Harry made his way through the corridors to the courtyard, where he spotted Ron and Hermione sitting on a bench, books open in their laps. Harry took a seat next to Ron, set his own books next to him, removed his Potions notes from the top of the pile, and began looking them over. Everything he read, he didn't take in. He was just looking at words while his mind was off in a completely different place. He was going to take defense from Dumbledore himself next year. The year before, he had to take Occlumency from Snape, and that didn't exactly work out for him, but this time, it would be from the headmaster personally. He was planning on telling Ron and Hermione soon, as if he told them now, they would be too concentrated in studying to give him their full attention, so he didn't at that moment. Ron didn't look as fully absorbed in the Transfiguration notes in his lap, and was looking around the courtyard for an excuse to stand up every five seconds. Hermione, however, was studying hard, without taking her eyes off of her study sheets she made for herself, Ron, and Harry, all of her notes, and her textbooks. Ron read some about turning lizards into hand mirrors, stretched, and looked around again. This time, he did find an excuse to get up. He tapped Harry on the shoulder, and leaned into him, staring out into the middle of the courtyard.
"Is that Fudge?" Harry looked up, and did indeed see Cornelius Fudge having a talk with a tense Professor McGonagall. He tapped Hermione, who looked up finally and gave a tiny gasp.
"What's he doing here?" she asked.
"Shh..." said Harry. He strained his ears hard to listen to the snippets of conversation he could catch through the chattering going on throughout the courtyard.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to ask the headmaster about that. We don't normally allow people to come on the grounds unsupervised..." said McGonagall, her voice trailing off, but the rest of her tone sounding completely certain.
"Well, who's "people", Minerva? I'm the Minister of Magic - we're making this school possible, allowing it to run. I don't need "supervision" while doing my job."
"I'm sorry, Cornelius, it's out of my hands. I trust you know where Professor Dumbledore's office is."
"Minerva, I don't understand. I'd just like a look, you know - "
"Why, is there a problem with talking to the headmaster?" asked McGonagall, straightening even more, so she looked as tall and thin as the trunk of a pine tree. Fudge lifted his chin and gave a sort of sound of hesitation, but smiling, and spoke.
"No, not at all!" He said, chuckling, "Why in the name of Merlin would there be a problem?"
"Good. Now, good day, Mr. Fudge." McGonagall left and began striding across the grass in the direction of Harry, Ron, and Hermione as Fudge departed into the castle.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. I'm awarding you each fifty points for your actions the previous night. Mr. Weasley, take ten for alerting us of the situation." The three smiled and thanked her, she gave a smile and a nod, and made her way back into the castle as well. As soon as she had gone a far enough distance away, Harry and Ron both stood up and gathered their books into their arms.
"Where are you two going?" asked Hermione.
"To see what Fudge is up to," said Harry, "Come on." Hermione stood up, grabbing her books as well, and took off in Fudge's direction. When they were about ten feet behind him, they slowed and tried to look as natural as possible, seizing every opportunity they had to wave at a passing classmate. When they eventually neared the stone gargoyle entrance, Harry pulled his two friends around a corner and peeked his head out. Fudge adjusted his lime green bowler hat, readied him for the password, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the gargoyle began rotating automatically. Seconds later, Dumbledore appeared on the stairs, descended them, and looked at Fudge. He nodded his head respectively and faced the Minister.
"Cornelius," he said.
"Albus," Fudge said back.
"Did you..." Dumbledore started, obviously about to ask if Fudge needed something.
"Ah, yes." Fudge cleared his throat and continued in an official tone, "The Ministry of Magic feels it important to check growth in the Dark Forest. I am here to take a survey," he lifted his arm, in which he had a brown clipboard, complete with parchment and quill tucked into his underarm, "Of the growth and statuses of the existing plant life. I talked to Minerva McGonagall, but she wouldn't give me permission, and instructed me to come to you."
"Plant growth," said Dumbledore, trying to understand.
"Yes," said Fudge, "It is vital that if any hazardous forms of plant life are present in the Dark Forest, they should be removed immediately." Dumbledore thought a moment, then said,
"Cornelius, I am aware of your ways people. If there is something you want, all you have to do is ask me, and I can help you get your wish."
"Now, Albus, this isn't anything personal, it's a new requirement - from all of the schools, in fact. If a student came into contact with a dangerous plant in the forest...well...you know, the owls you would get..." Dumbledore stared at the Minister, apparently feeling that Fudge was the equivalent to a ten year old selling scout cookies.
"Cornelius," he said slowly, trying to take it in.
"Albus, Albus, Albus. I'm just here for the school's safety! It's the end of the year and it is important that these plants, if any, are removed for risk of them spreading over the summer!" said Fudge. There was another silence, and Dumbledore nodded his head.
"Allright...I don't see why not. When will I see the results?"
"Oh, I'm afraid you won't, Albus. You see, these must be taken straight to the Ministry of Magic so if there is anything harmful in there, we can send an official to the forest immediately."
"Are you alone today, Cornelius?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Alphodus Bigley, who agreed to join me, came down with a severe type of Glanadian Rash on his face and arms."
"I see...well, mister Fudge, I give you permission to proceed down to the forest. If you have any questions, I trust you know where I'll be..?"
"Of course. Thank you, Albus." Fudge tipped his bowler hat atop his head, and took off bouncily in the other direction. Once Dumbledore was out of sight, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came out of hiding and ran up to the Common Room, said the password, and clambered through to the deserted common room.
"Fudge is up to something," said Harry definitely, dropping his load of books on a sofa.
"Plant growth?" said Ron, "Is that the best he could come up with?"
"Dumbledore won't let it slide," said Hermione, "You know that. He'll find out what Fudge is really doing in there in the blink of an eye, and if it's illegal, we may see ourselves with a new Minister of Magic.
"I can't believe Dumbledore didn't realize there was something peculiar about that," said Ron,
"I mean, he shows up here out of the blue at the end of the year asking to look at the foliage on the grounds."
"What do you reckon he's doing in there, anyway?" asked Hermione.
"Well, considering it has to do with the Forbidden Forest, it could just as easily have something to do with last night...but Fudge isn't a Death Eater, it can't have to do with Voldemort," said Harry, beginning to pace. "Although...he might have been searching for proof that he was here last night."
"If he was the other person with Lucius Malfoy guarding me, then it has to have something to do with Voldemort. And it it was him who was guarding me, then he probably is a Death Eater," said Hermione.
"But he can't be, it doesn't fit," said Ron, "Fudge didn't want to accept Voldemort was back because it would disturb his outlook on everything like that. He couldn't possibly have not believed it because he was trying not to get back in Voldemort's scene...like - what if he's like Snape? A former Death Eater? But unlike Snape, still loyal."
"Maybe...and you have to remember...he favors pure bloods," said Hermione.
"So?" said Ron, "Voldemort's not pure himself."
"He doesn't like Half-Bloods or Muggle Borns," said Hermione, "He may not be pure, but he doesn't like them, and neither does Fudge."
"But he doesn't - " Harry stopped. "Hang on. Ron - remember when you mentioned Anna-Nicole's mother being a Death Eater?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You were right about that. She didn't feel comfortable talking about her mum. Her mum possibly may have tipped off Voldemort about her daughter fancying me...she's an easy target, an obvious option, a known instrument by Voldemort's group. But what Fudge could be doing in the forest completely baffles me." Harry crossed his arms, leaned against a wall, and found himself watching a portrait of two children playing catch with a fat toad. Hermione sighed, then picked up her Charms notes. She began lazily leafing through them, occasionally pausing to read them.
"Come on, Ron," said Harry, standing up straight. Hermione looked up.
"Now where are you off to?" she asked.
"Hagrid's," said Harry. He ducked out of the portrait hole with Ron, and it was almost dinner when they returned. Hermione seemed quite grateful for this, as she had had valuable hours of study time. The visit had been uneventful, only the subject of Voldemort, Fudge, and Lucius Malfoy were discussed. When dinner did come, the three assembled themselves at the Gryffindor table to eat. Anna-Nicole didn't seem to be eating anything over at the Ravenclaw table. She was busy toying with her food with the fork grasped in her hand. When Harry saw this, his heart sank, he sighed, and went back to his pudding.
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When exams came the next day, it seemed that it wasn't only Harry and Ron who were the only ones unprepared for the tests: the whole school seemed to be rushing about, to and from the library, and sweating hard during their exams. Hermione had been in the grumpy mood she got in every year during exam time, which made her extremely hard to be around. On Sunday, when exams ended, Harry felt he did average overall on all of his exams, but wasn't at all happy with his performance. If he had just had some extra time to study, he might have done better, and he knew that this would affect his choice to become an Auror.
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Monday and Tuesday were both off for students. Many went outside swimming, hanging around on the grounds, laughing and chattering. Hermione spent most of Monday in the library reading, while Harry and Ron both went water wrestling in the lake and afterwards went to the Quidditch Pitch with Neville and the Creevey brothers. Colin and Dennis both showed a bit of improvement after the time, Neville as well. On Tuesday, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all met in the Common Room and joked around with fellow Gryffindors, and when they were gone, planned to start up Dumbledore's Army again the next year. Ron had the idea, and Harry and Hermione both couldn't be happier about the suggestion. They planned out what they were going to do with the rest of the group for hours. They'd go to Dumbledore the following year for approval, sure that he wouldn't give them a hard time, and then they would meet on Wednesdays after classes in the Room of Requirement. The rest of Tuesday was lazy. They went for a walk around the lake and went to Hagrid's and hung around there for a while until dinner - the feast. All of the students funneled into the Great Hall for the going away feast, Gryffindor's flags surprisingly waving around the hall.
"We won, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Last time I checked, Ravenclaw was ahead of us," said Ron, "and i checked earlier today."
"Someone must have gotten some points at the end of the day," said Harry, "Or lost them." They assembled on the benches and awaited the moment that Dumbledore would stand up to the podium and make his speech. When he did, there was definitely a sad note in his voice, as there always was at the end of each year.
"Yes, the year is over. For many of you, your last year here, and for an even greater many, your time at Hogwarts just beginning.
"As you can see, Gryffindor has won the house cup this year. After a few good deeds today on Gryffindor's part, and a very serious bad one on Ravenclaw's part, Gryffindor has managed to pull ahead just 10 points from Ravenclaw." There was mingled applause and whoops, the Slytherins remaining absolutely indifferent, thinking of their mere 229 points.
"On a more serious note, many of you may not know this, but sometime before the end of the year, Voldemort entered Hogwarts, completely undetected, this time also using a student...a Ravenclaw student." Harry looked at Anna-Nicole, who looked just like one of the other students, listening. How was it she didn't know? She didn't get the Prophet?
"Just days ago, he was removed from the premises by myself, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger, along with three other adults, hopefully now thinking about whether he should chance re-entering the school again. Nevertheless, the end of the year has come again sooner than hoped, I'm sure. Tomorrow, you will get up at seven o'clock and ride the carriages to Hogsmeade Station, where you will board the train to go home." He looked around at the teachers, and when he saw that no one had anything to add, said, "Tuck in."
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"Harry! HARRY! Oh, sorry about that - Harry!" Harry stopped and turned to see Anna-Nicole just emerging from the sea of people filtering out of the Hall. She caught up and smiled. He smiled back, and looked at Ron and Hermione, who both exchanged smiles themselves, and made their way back to the common room.
"Listen...um...I have a question. What happened a week ago?" Harry's smile faded and he glanced over his shoulder.
"Come on." he began walking with her in the direction of Ravenclaw Tower. "You were that Ravenclaw student," he said gently. "I'd tried to tell you, but every time, something up, and interrupt me. Over a week ago, I brought you into the Forbidden Forest to fulfill a plan I had in order to get Voldemort away from you, and from me. He had found out your liking for me...and chose you to possess in order to kill me." He looked at Anna-Nicole, who looked completely frozen. They stopped walking and pulled over to the side of the hall.
"I almost killed you," she said quietly. Harry nodded, and she looked up into his face, and a tear slid down her cheek. He bunched up a part of his sleeve and wiped it from her face.
"I like you, Anna-Nicole. But with Voldemort possessing you, I couldn't come near you. Every time I did, my scar would burn and I'd see him in you. And uh..." Harry scratched the back of his neck, "I was wondering...if you could tell me about your mother." Anna-Nicole again looked at him.
"I really need to know this. It's much too important for you to not tell me." Anna-Nicole looked down, and stared at her feet.
"When I was younger, my mother joined Voldemort. She left my father and I and became a Death Eater. She and my father haven't split up, but he considers her as good as dead. He's begun dating again, my father. Trying to fill the space in him and in the house with a woman who's loyal to he and I. How did you know?" she looked up.
"A few others already know...I heard it from Ron Weasley. We think that your mother has something to do with all of this," said Harry.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She doesn't care about me anymore, the witch." She wrapped her arms around Harry and buried her face in his chest. He was taken aback by this, but put one arm around him and pat her on the back. This wasn't the first time that a girl had cried on him...he remembered too well when Cho Chang had spilled her guts out onto Harry's robes a year ago. When Anna-Nicole finally stopped, he walked her the rest of the way to the tower, and walked back to his own, hands in the pockets of his pants, thinking.
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"Harry, get up! You need to pack!" Harry woke up with Hermione shouting him awake, and he jumped out of bed seeing the time. He got dressed and threw everything in a jumble into his suitcase. Moments later, everyone met outside to catch the carriages to go to the station. Once they got there, Harry climbed out of the carriage, met by Hagrid.
"I'll be seein' you three next year," he said with a pained smile. Harry, Ron, and Hermione smiled up at him.
"Of course we will, Hagrid," said Hermione.
"Don' have too much fun over the summer, Harry," said Hagrid.
"I won't," he said, smiling a bit. In reality, it wasn't much of a joke. The last thing Harry wanted to do was spend three months with the Dursleys after his year at Hogwarts. They gave their giant friend a goodbye hug, and stepped into the train home, Harry with a heavy heart, more than disappointed it was over. The three got a compartment, and waited for the train to move. Harry looked out the window and watched Hogsmeade Station pull out of view, Hagrid becoming a tiny waving speck in the distance.
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