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Chapter 19

Final Goodbyes

Harry awoke the next day in the Hospital wing. He sat up and was immediately deluged in a mass of brown curls and red hair as
Hermione and Ron tackled him, hugging him until he could barely breathe.

"Oh, Harry! We thought you'd died!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled on account of her face being buried in Harry's neck.

"Good God, people, let me breathe!" Harry squeaked. Just when Ron and Hermione had gotten off of him, two people walked into the wing. Upon seeing him awake, Harry was promptly tackled by Ginny, closely followed by her mother.

"Harry! I thought that you might be dead!" Ginny squealed excitedly.

"He bloody well could be if you two don't get off of him!" Ron said, smiling in an insane sort of way.

"Guess what Harry? Madame Pomfrey told me to tell you that you can go down and take your NEWT tests now. You too, Ron!" Hermione said enthusiastically.

"Oh, most wonderful joy," Harry and Ron said, slowly and very sarcastically.

Once he had gotten the results of his NEWT's, Hermione snatched the paper right out of his hands.

"Harry! You've gotten all the required grades to become an auror!" She cried in delight.

"Me too, mate!" Ron exclaimed triumphantly, emerging from the great hall, waving his results sheet high overhead, causing Hermione to do a sort of jig below him while she tried to grab his results away from him, too.

"So, Hermione," Ron said as he waved the results sheet teasingly over Hermione's head,

"have you decided what you're going to do after Hogwarts?" Ron finally gave in and handed the results sheet to Hermione.

"I'm going to work as an auror with you two, of course. You really think that I would let you boys have all the fun?" Hermione said, panting slightly from all of her recent jumping. Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Well, yeah," Ron said, starting to smile again.

"I resent that, Ronald Weasley!"

That night there was a party in the Common Room for the seventh years. In the middle of the party, Hermione ran up to the girls dormitory and came back down with a big black case, from which she withdrew a very nice acoustic guitar (A/N: Don't even ask. If you want to know, review!).

"Shhhhhh! Quiet everyone! Hermione's going to sing for us," somebody exclaimed. Hermione looked around, made sure everyone was watching, and said,

"This song is to remind all of us seventh years about our first ever feast at Hogwarts, but first a few words; Nitwit! Oddment! Blubber! Tweak! Thank you!" There was an appreciative chuckle at hearing Dumbledore quoted.

Hermione then began to play and sing, telling everyone who knew the words, to sing along;

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy, warty, Hogwarts, teach us something please.

Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees.

Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full of air dead flies and bits of fluff.

So, teach us things worth knowing, bring back what we've forgot.

Just do your best we'll do the rest, and learn until our brains all rot!"

This time, instead of Fred and George being the last ones singing, it was Ron and Harry that were left singing that slow sad funeral march that the Weasley twins had sung almost forever ago. When they finished, Hemione sang some more songs, some that she knew from the magical world and others that she knew from living with muggles her entire life. After that, the students clapped and cheered as Hermione put her guitar away. Then, the chatter of conversations between long-time friends arose again.

When Hermione had started to sing, Ron had been enchanted. She had the sweetest voice he had ever heard!

"Hermione, Where did you learn to sing like that?" He asked in astonishment, after Hermione had returned the stringed instrument to her dormitory.

"I've always loved to sing, but I did take lessons when I was little," Hermione said, blushing slightly.

"Thanks for the compliment." Suddenly, everybody quieted down. Harry had stood up with a bottle of butterbeer and was calling a toast.

"I am going to toast to one of my best friends," Harry began, looking directly at Hermione.

"This girl," he went on, now pointing at Hermione, "has always been there for me, and has gotten me out of trouble loads of times. But last week, she saved my life. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here right now, most likely. So, to Hermione Granger."

Everybody raised their bottles and drank to her.

The following morning was the seventh years' last one at Hogwarts. Ever. As they packed their school trunks, they all tried to take mental pictures of everything they saw, so that they could savor it forever.

As they boarded the train, tears were shed by both teachers and students. As the Hogwarts express pulled away from Hogsmeade Station, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked back at the castle for the last time, and reminisced about different points of their time there.

There was no doubt about one thing;

Harry Potter would always be famous at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, along with his friends, and his scar.

Welllllllll……….THE END IS NEAR! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE EPILOGUE! YESSSSSSSS!

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