Chapter 21

A/N: Happy Harry Potter days to all! I love how I am getting so many reviews, so I will yell: "FLUBBER!" Yes, I know that came from nowhere, but I am a mostly humorous/romance person. Thanks again, and on with the story!

Harry's heart was beating so fast, he thought for a moment that it had broken free of his chest and landed with a plop on the floor. Luckily, it hadn't.

"What?" Harry asked, shocked by the sudden 'Voldemort is dead' sentence. "Can you repeat what you said, sir?"

"I said, 'Voldemort is dead, Harry.' And it is all thanks to you." Dumbledore said, smiling.

"Me? What did I do?" Harry asked confusedly.

"Well, you killed him."

"How did I do that?" Harry asked. He knew he was being stupid, in fact, he probably knew how he had killed Voldemort.

"Well, your bolt was the only bolt that didn't collide in the middle, and it hit Voldemort full on." Dumbledore explained to an understanding Harry.

"Does anyone else know yet?" Harry asked.

"Not yet, but I plan on telling them as soon as everyone gets something to eat." Dumbledore answered. He stood up.

"OK, good. I'm starving." Harry said with a smile, then stood and followed Professor Dumbledore into the kitchen.

As the bookcase closed behind him, Harry looked around. Of course, it was a damp, dark, old kitchen, but at least the walls weren't covered in books. There were to windows, a large oak table, and a fire, a stove, and several large cauldrons. Tonks, Lupin, Moody, Hermione and Ron were seated around the table, Ron being the one who was stuffing 2 muffins in his mouth at a time. Each person had a plate, and there were two empty seats, and each person also had a cup of steaming tea. Harry sat next to Ron, and Dumbledore sat between Harry and Lupin. Harry reached out and snatched a muffin of the plate before Ron devoured them all. He bit into it. The muffin was soft, already buttered, and apparently the one he got was blueberry. Warmth ran down his throat with the blueberry muffin, and the empty pit he called a stomach finally had something fall into it. He set his muffin down on his plate and picked up his tea, sipping it slightly. He sighed happily.

"Good muffins? I made 'em myself." Tonks said. Ron suddenly stopped chewing. "What?" She asked.

"You made these?" Ron asked, staring at Tonks.

"Yes, I did! Is there something wrong with that?" She asked coldly.

"No, I'm just afraid that you might have accidentally knocked over a bottle of frogs legs, so that they landed in the doe." Ron answered, letting the remaining muffin slide from his mouth and back onto his plate. The table laughed, with the exception of Tonks, who crossed her arms and turned away.

"Don't worry, Tonks, I like your muffins." Harry said with a smile.

"Me too." Agreed Dumbledore and Lupin.

"You do?" Tonks asked, turning back toward the table.

"Of course." Harry, Dumbledore and Lupin said as one. Tonks smiled.

They all sat for no more or less than an hour when Dumbledore finally decided it was time to tell everyone that Voldemort was dead, thanks to Harry. Dumbledore stood, and the laughter and chattering stopped.

"I have a very, very, very, very, very, very great announcement." He said. Everyone blinked at him. "Everyone, Mr. Harry James Potter had finally done what he has been trying to do for the last seven years. Harry has murdered Lord Voldemort." There were a few winces, then silence. Everyone's eyes, except for Dumbledore and Harry's, were wide with excitement. Dumbledore's eyes, thought, were twinkling so heavily, Harry thought that his eyes were to stars instead of eyeballs. Another moment passed.

"Really? OH, MY, GOD!" Hermione yelled, standing up, everyone doing the same. Everyone was standing, cheering, yelling, hugging everyone else, but mostly hugging Harry. Hermione and Tonks kissed him on the cheek. That was when everything got silent, as the Baudelaire's walked in. There was a pause, until Violet ran over and hugged Harry.

"Violet, Voldemort is dead." Harry whispered in her ear. Bad choice. As soon as she heard him say that, she screamed happily, right into his ear. Everyone continued with his or her ranting and chattering and happiness, although Harry thought that he might have become deaf in his right ear.

"Harry. Harry!" Someone called. Harry turned to see Tonks. She was holding a tray with a small plate of muffins on it, and a glass of tea. "Could you be a dear, and take this up to Snape's bedroom, in case he wakes up?" She asked.

"Sure!" Harry yelled back, and Tonks handed him the tray.

"Thank you, you're so helpful! Go up the stairs, first door on the left!" She yelled to him, and walked off. Harry walked over to the staircase in the kitchen and began to walk up.

The stairs twisted and turned for a short distance, until Harry hit flat floorboards again. He could still hear the cheering from downstairs, but it had grown faint. He took a few steps forward, and turned to the first door on the left. He silently set his hand down on the knob and twisted it clockwise until the door creaked open.

He silently walked in, being careful not to drop the large tray. Snape was lying on a single bed. Harry walked over and set the tray down on the bedside table. Snape also had two small glasses and a bottle labeled: 'ANTIDOTE'. Except that his bottle was much larger. Harry was careful not to knock it off the bedside table. Harry turned toward Snape. Snape didn't really look like he was breathing. It's probably nothing. Maybe he is just not breathing deeply. Harry thought and turned away with a small snort. He made his way to the door. But suddenly thought with his hand set on the doorknob, What if he isn't breathing though? Harry sighed and removed his hand from the knob, turning back around. He walked back to Snape's side. He should at least check, just to be sure. He grabbed Snape's wrist, lifted it, and set his index and middle finger down to find his pulse. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. He could find no pulse. Worrying a little more, he set down Snape's hand, and then moved his two fingers onto Snape's neck. After a good search, there was still no pulse. Harry was very worried now. Breathing deeply, and panicking bad, he removed his hand and set his ear down onto Snape's chest.

"CRAP!" Harry yelled out. Snape wasn't breathing. Harry picked his head up, and began desperately looking around. What was he supposed to do? He was panicking so bad that his hands began to shake. How long could've Snape not been breathing? Was he OK? Could Harry save him? He had no time to determine the answers, so he flung himself from the room and down the stairs.

"HELP! HELP!" Harry yelled as he ran back into the kitchen. Everyone turned to look at him. "Snape isn't breathing!" He yelled. Dumbledore, Lupin, Tonks, and Moody exchanged looks of worry, then practically flew forward and raced up the stairs, Harry right behind them. Hermione, Ron and the Baudelaire's ran after them.

The adults ran into the room. They were checking Snape from head to toe for a sign of a pulse, or a breath, but nothing. They began panicking.

"I learned something in muggle relations, called CPR." Hermione said quickly, pushing passed the adults. Hermione set her hands down on Snape's chest and pushed down hard. She did it again. Again. Again. Again. Nothing was working! "Sometimes, you have to do-"

"Mouth to mouth ressesitation (A/N: I don't know how to spell it, sorry.)!" Lupin yelled unexpectedly. "What? I took muggle relations, too!" He said. Moody tried Hermione's 'CPR' again, but it wasn't working. Tonks looked around worriedly.

"GET OUT!" She yelled suddenly, tears staring to spill down her cheeks. She pushed the kids- Harry, Hermione, Ron, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny- out of the room and slammed the door in their face.

A/N: What in the world? Why did Tonks do that? Why was she crying? Will Snape live? R&R, and it'll be in the next chapter…