At the end of the year, the feast began. For some reason, Quirell wasn't there. All Dumbledore would say is that it was a private matter.
"I must say, I am proud of my Slytherins and Gryffindors this year for getting along. 10 points to each house for discontinuing this rivalry that went on far too long.
Now Slytherin and Gryffindor are tied so what should I do?" "Just give us the cup!" Was shouted from both tables. "Very well, by popular demand, both Slytherin and Gryffindor win the house cup."
At the end of term, Dudley showed Harry, Neville and Draco. "Harry Potter." Harry noticed someone staring, "Uh whose he?" He asked, pointing to Ron. "Ron Weasley. Hey Ron, quit staring at my cousin and get over here." Ron stared at Harry's scar, "You weren't lying?" Harry moved his attention to Neville and Draco. "Thank you for the wand. I appreciate it." "No problem." Both chimed in.
"You should hang out with us sometime, Potter. My manor is always open." "So is my home, we do keep your safety in mind." Neville smiled. "Gran says you are a brave boy."
Harry did visit the Malfoy manor. Sadly, Dudley had to visit aunt Marge. Petunia never made Harry visit Marge as she was always mean to him. She thought it was a decent excuse to pretend Marge didn't exist too. Always making fun of her sister.
"Sir?" Harry was looking at Mr. Malfoy. "Yes, Potter?" "Can you teach me some magic? I know I can't do magic, but can I learn about the world my parents grew up in?" "Of course." Lucius wrapped his arm around Harry, "Did you know our portraits move?" Lucius was glad he listened to Dudley about the differences between his and their world because it helped him have somewhere to start.
