Chapter 65.
Harry was shocked. "But I haven't even graduated myself—" "We can consider extenuating circumstances." McGonagall smiled. "And you can't deny that you have the practical experiences." "Harry!" Hermione looked at him. "But that job is jinxed!" "It was jinxed by Voldemort, who did that because Dumbledore refused to give it to him. I think with Voldemort's death, the magic would wear off." "If you don't like it, you can certainly leave after one year," McGonagall said.
"Thereby keeping the curse intact," Harry chuckled. "Very well. But I don't think I'll be teaching them to fight with lightsabers," he said quickly.
"I wouldn't ask you to," McGonagall said. "But then, in a few years, some people from this world might attend Hogwarts."
"Maybe. And being at Hogwarts without Voldemort out for my hide will be something..." "Thank you, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said before departing. "For everything." Harry turned around, and watched the celebrations. He had his arm wrapped around Ginny's shoulders, gently squeezing them. He then let go, and approached Luke, who was standing aside from the rest, looking out into the forest. Ginny and Leia watched then from behind.
Harry saw a flash of light, and raised his eyebrows. He looked at Luke, who nodded, indicating he saw it too. The ghost of Obi-wan Kenobi appeared in front of them.
Obi-Wan's ghost was joined by Yoda, then a tall young man with curly blond hair that Harry recognized as being the young version of Anakin Skywalker, under that mask.
A new ghost appeared. Dumbledore. Another. Sirius Black. A young man with dark hair and glasses, who looked like him—his father, James Potter. A red-haired woman with bright green eyes... and another one just like her, only with brighter hair and dressed in a jumpsuit rather than robes. Lily Potter and Mara Jade.
The ghosts smiled at them, and Harry couldn't help but smile back. There was a magic here beyond any of them... the magic of people, from different worlds, who lived so long under the shadow of the dark lords and their followers, gathered to celebrate their new lives—lives free of oppression, hiding, threats to them and their loved ones—lives possible, thanks to the many thousands of people, some of whom did not live to see this, whose valiant efforts made sure that this day—the day that evil lost—would come.