They left. Who they were, nobody knows. They were most probably the Muggles of DOOM or the Death Eaters. Only the ghost owl knows for sure. The ghost owl knows everything. Yet every time Patrick looked at it, he started noticing how much its eyes resemble those of a dog's.
Harry was desperately trying to figure out if Ron will become a ghost. Even though Ron was his best friend, Harry wasn't really sad for some reason. Nor was Hermione, really.
Now that a war had begun, Harry stopped really caring about the deaths- he was basically prepared. After losing his parents and some of his friends, Harry was ready for anything.
Back at Hogwarts, a word was out. Draco had mysteriously disappeared. The most common words that people said were "Grandpa Voldy", "ice", "kamysh mouse", and "Avada Kedavra." If you have read my other story "Ice", you would understand what it means. And if you haven't, you probably do not care. But all you need to know from this is that you cannot get rid of anything bad without getting rid of something good, as in Draco and Ron.
As the final days of Hogwarts dwindled down, the sun grew hotter and hotter (aaah! Global warming! Run!).Days went by super slowly, and all the good shady spots were crowded. One night, as the temperatures were very slowly dropping, Harry turned to Booklya.
"Well I'm bored," he said. "Let's go kill Voldemort!"
The End
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