Chapter 9
The next morning was not only the second to last day of school but it was the last Quidditch game of the season. Lee Jordan of Gryffindor was the announcer, as he was in every game played. Ravenclaw played against Slytherin. To ensure that they were victorious, Peter let Cho use his Firebolt. Malfoy was exceptionally angry about the attack on him the day before and played harder than usual, directing the beaters to smack the bludgers directly at Peter. Despite the fact that he was being chased down by a pair of leathal bowling balls, Peter managed to score three hundred points for Ravenclaw before Cho caught the snitch. After the game, Peter saw Malfoy screaming at the beaters, who just merely walked away from the steaming pure blood. Gryffindor took first place in the Quidditch scores, followed closely by Ravenclaw, in third was Hufflepuff, and in last place was Slytherin. Peter could've sworn he'd seen Professor Snape glare at him.
Peter, in an extremely tired state, collapsed on the nearest object in the common room, which just happened to be the couch. After laying there for an hour, Peter got up and went to Hogsmeade one last time and filled his trunk with bottles of butterbeer. Peter returned to the common room and fell asleep on the couch. He awoke an hour to find himself late for the end of the year feast. They had an exquisite banquet. The food was extraordinarily delicious, as it always was. The entire staff was seated at the table. Dumbledore made a skillfully crafted and spoken speech, and when the name of the twice escaped convict was brought up, Professor Severus Snape winced as if struck by an exceptionally thin yet firm switch right on the rear. That night, the entire student body of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry partied until three o'clock in the morning. The Heads of House had to yell above the students to tell them to go to bed, which, for Professor Flitwick, who couldn't even stand above the students, was a very difficult task. Peter didnt sleep a wink that night, restless from the party.
After the three hours that seemed like eternity, the last day of school came about. He got up and went to eat some of that delicious Hogwarts food for the last time. In a fit of anger, Snape announced that Remus Lupin, the defense against the dark arts teacher, was a werewolf. All the houses bursted into conversation and frantic gossip. Peter, after listening to half an hour of chatter, finally got up and left for his first class. Each of his six classes had an exam. He took each exam and waited anxiously for his result. On every one of his exams, except Potions of course, he recieved an E. On his Potions final, he earned himself an A. "Alright!", Peter screamed, throwing up his arms. He had revealed to have more potential in wizarding spells, charms, and curses than that of a wizard born by blood. It was what he always wanted. He now felt worthy of attending Hogwarts next year.
As it neared dusk, the muggle boy who had, against all odds, proven that wizards were only as superior to muggles as their spells, walked his girlfriend Cho, who was saddened to leave both the school and Peter, to the train. They exchanged telephone numbers and Peter was confused about her number. "Er, Cho? What's the area code?", he asked with a goofy confused look on his face, one to make even a dementor laugh. Cho busted up with a fit of giggles as she wrote the extended phone number. She turned to board the Hogwarts Express, but Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, locking his lips over her's. Roger and Jeremy cheered and whistled at Peter and Cho and they broke off, chuckling silently. Peter then turned to leave for the castle as Cho, who was now in the train compartment, stared out the window as the Express took off.
Peter reached the huge stone structure and entered the towering doors. All the teachers were waiting for him, save Professor Lupin, who had departed after his exam. "Well Peter, the portal is now open. It was a fun year with you. I guess that's Professor Trelawney's third real prediction.", Dumbledore said, gleaming. "What prediction?", Peter asked with a quizzical look on his face.
"On the day of a boggart's appearence,
In my office Dumbledore will be seated.
One muggle among the rest,
will rise above to become the best.
In Ravenclaw he will be sorted,
an attempt on him to be exported
back to the muggle world
will fail.
Without wand or magic,
he will triumph and prove to be equal to any of our world.", Dumbledore recited.
"Wow, you prophecized that?", Peter asked with an awestruck look on his face. "Yes.", she replied, slightly flattered by the astonishment and apprieciation of a young student.
"Well, thanks for your hospitality, but I must take my leave.", Peter said, picking up his trunk aost excellent year ever!", Peter said, "You guys are making me not want to leave." "Then I bid you farewell, Peter.", Dumbledore said, waving his had at the closet. Peter turned to the closed closet door, turned the door knob, and was sucked inside with more force in the Hogwarts portal than the high school's portal. After the extremely long travell to the muggle world, Peter came flying out the medieval door, into the hallway wall of C.V.H.S. and lost conciousness.
What a way to start the summer...
