Disclaimer: Everything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's except for Jamie, Luka, and Ariana.
Chapter 20- All's Well that End's Well
"Harry, Jamie!" Hermione is tugging at my sleeve, staring at her watch. "We've got exactly ten minutes to get back down to the hospital wing without anybody seeing us — before Dumbledore locks the door —"
"Okay," says Harry, wrenching his gaze from the sky, "let's go. . . ."
"Why couldn't this have been easy? I'm tired of running everywhere." I huff. We slip through the doorway behind us and down a tightly spiraling stone staircase. As we reach the bottom of it, we hear voices. we flatten ourselves against the wall and listen. It sounds like Fudge and Snape. They are walking quickly along the corridor at the foot of the staircase.
". . . only hope Dumbledore's not going to make difficulties," Snape is saying. "The Kiss will be performed immediately?" I growl softly, and Hermione squeezes my hand tightly to shut me up.
"As soon as Macnair returns with the dementors. This whole Black affair has been highly embarrassing. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to informing the Daily Prophet that we've got him at last. . . . I daresay they'll want to interview you, Snape . . . and once young Harry's back in his right mind, I expect he'll want to tell the Prophet exactly how you saved him. . . ."
I clench my teeth. I catch a glimpse of Snape's smirk as he and Fudge pass our hiding place. Their footsteps die away. Harry, Hermione, and I wait a few moments to make sure they'd really gone, then start to run in the opposite direction. Down one staircase, then another, along a new corridor — then we hear a cackling ahead.
Oh no, there's only one person who makes that sort of noise.
"Peeves!" Harry mutters, grabbing Hermione's and my wrist. "In here!" We tear into a deserted classroom to our left just in time. Peeves seems to be bouncing along the corridor in boisterous good spirits, laughing his head off.
"Oh, he's horrible," whispers Hermione, her ear to the door. "I bet he's all excited because the dementors are going to finish off Sirius. . . ." She checks her watch. "Three minutes, you guys!"
We wait until Peeves's gloating voice has faded into the distance, then slide back out of the room and break into a run again.
"Hermione — what'll happen — if we don't get back inside — before Dumbledore locks the door?" I pant.
"I don't want to think about it!" Hermione moans, checking her watch again. "One minute!"
We reach the end of the corridor with the hospital wing entrance. "Okay — I can hear Dumbledore," says Hermione tensely. "Come on!" We creep along the corridor. The door opens. Dumbledore's back appears.
"I am going to lock you in," We hear him saying. "It is five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck."
Dumbledore backs out of the room, closes the door, and takes out his wand to magically lock it. Panicking, Harry, Hermione, and I run forward. Dumbledore looks up, and a wide smile appears under the long silver mustache. "Well?" he says quietly.
"We did it!" Harry says breathlessly. "Sirius has gone, on Buckbeak. . . ."
"Wasn't easy either." I huff. Dumbledore beams at us.
"Well done. I think —" He listens intently for any sound within the hospital wing. "Yes, I think you've gone too — get inside — I'll lock you in —"
We slip back inside the dormitory. It is empty except for Ron, who is still lying motionless in the end bed. As the lock clicks behind us, Harry, Hermione, and I creep back to our own beds, Hermione tucking the Time-Turner back under her robes. A moment later, Madam Pomfrey comes striding back out of her office.
"Did I hear the headmaster leaving? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?"
She is in a very bad mood. Harry, Hermione and I think it best to accept our chocolate quietly. Madam Pomfrey stands over us, making sure we eat it. But I can hardly swallow. We are waiting, listening, our nerves jangling. . . . And then, as we take a fourth piece of chocolate from Madam Pomfrey, we hear a distant roar of fury echoing from somewhere above us. . . .
Oh this is going to be interesting. "What was that?" says Madam Pomfrey in alarm.
Now we can hear angry voices, growing louder and louder. Madam Pomfrey is staring at the door.
"Really — they'll wake everybody up! What do they think they're doing?" I am trying to hear what the voices are saying. They are drawing nearer —
Looks like we'll be getting another show tonight. I didn't even have to pay to attend it too.
"He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have left somebody in the room with him. When this gets out —"
"HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roars, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE OR DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS — HAS — SOMETHING — TO — DO — WITH — POTTER!"
"Severus — be reasonable — Harry has been locked up —"
BAM. The door of the hospital wing bursts open. Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore come striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looks calm. Indeed, he looks as though he is quite enjoying himself. Fudge appears angry. Thank Merlin the man could be knocked down a few pegs. But Snape is beside himself.
"OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellows. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"
"Professor Snape!" shrieks Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!"
"See here, Snape, be reasonable," says Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw —"
"THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howls, pointing at Harry, Hermione, and me. His face is twisted; spit is flying from his mouth.
"Calm down, man!" Fudge barks. "You're talking nonsense!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieks Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT —"
"That will do, Severus," says Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?"
"Of course not!" says Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them! Dementor effects are terrible, and Pendragon here cracked her skull again."
"Well, there you have it, Severus," says Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further."
Snape stands there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looks thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes are twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirls about, robes swishing behind him, and storms out of the ward.
"Fellow seems quite unbalanced," says Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." Truer words have never been spoken about that man before.
"Oh, he's not unbalanced," says Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."
"He's not the only one!" puffs Fudge. "The Daily Prophet's going to have a field day! We had Black cornered and he slipped through our fingers yet again! All it needs now is for the story of that hippogriff's escape to get out, and I'll be a laughingstock! Well . . . I'd better go and notify the Ministry. . . ."
I hide a grin behind my hand. This has probably been one of my favorite outcomes of one of our adventures. "And the dementors?" says Dumbledore. "They'll be removed from the school, I trust?"
"Oh yes, they'll have to go," says Fudge, running his fingers distractedly through his hair. "Never dreamed they'd attempt to administer the Kiss on an innocent boy. . . . Completely out of control . . . no, I'll have them packed off back to Azkaban tonight. . . . Perhaps we should think about dragons at the school entrance. . . ."
"Hagrid would like that," says Dumbledore with a swift smile at Harry and Hermione. As he and Fudge leave the dormitory, Madam Pomfrey hurries to the door and locks it again. Muttering angrily to herself, she heads back to her office.
There is a low moan from the other end of the ward. Ron has woken up. We can see him sitting up, rubbing his head, looking around.
"What — what happened?" he groans. "Harry? Why are we in here? Where's Sirius? Where's Lupin? What's going on?" Harry, Hermione, and I look at each other.
"You explain," says Harry, helping himself to some more chocolate.
"Oh Ron, have you missed quite the adventure." I say shaking my head and grabbing another piece of the chocolate to torture my brother with later.
When Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I leave the hospital wing at noon the next day, it is to find an almost deserted castle. The sweltering heat and the end of the exams means that everyone is taking full advantage of another Hogsmeade visit. Neither Ron nor Hermione feel like going, however, so we wander onto the grounds, still talking about the extraordinary events of the previous night and wondering where Sirius and Buckbeak are now.
I'm also worrying about what happened with Ariana. It's the first time that we've had a fight and I've been actually worried about what she still thinks about me afterward. It's a new feeling and I'm not sure that I like it. "What's on your mind Jamie?" Hermione asks me plopping down beside me as we sit near the lake watching the giant squid lazily waving its tentacles above the water.
"N-nothing." I stammer hastily returning my gaze and focus to plucking a few blades of grass out of the ground.
"So because you can't deal with your guilt about Ariana you're killing defenseless grass?" She asks me with a wry smile on her face. I flush and stop tearing up the small blades.
"You know I think I liked you better when you were entirely factual and didn't know how to use sarcasm." I tell her. Hermione laughs at that statement. Harry and Ron are lazing about a few feet in front of us.
"Just apologize Jamie. You'd be surprised how far an apology will actually go." Hermione tells me.
A shadow falls across us and we look up to see a very bleary-eyed Hagrid, mopping his sweaty face with one of his tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and beaming down at us.
"Know I shouldn' feel happy, after wha' happened las' night," he says. "I mean, Black escapin' again, an' everythin' — but guess what?"
"What?" we say, pretending to look curious.
"Beaky! He escaped! He's free! Bin celebratin' all night!"
"That's wonderful!" says Hermione, giving Ron a reproving look because he looks as though he is close to laughing.
"Yeah . . . can't've tied him up properly," says Hagrid, gazing happily out over the grounds. "I was worried this mornin', mind . . . thought he mighta met Professor Lupin on the grounds, but Lupin says he never ate anythin' las' night. . . ."
"What?" says Harry quickly.
"Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" asks Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowers his voice, even though there is nobody in sight. "Er — Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'. . . . Thought everyone'd know by now . . . Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night. . . . He's packin' now, o' course."
"He's packing?" says Harry, alarmed. "Why?"
"Leavin', isn' he?" explains Hagrid, looking surprised that Harry has to ask. "Resigned firs' thing this mornin'. Says he can't risk it happenin' again."
Harry scrambles to his feet. "I'm going to see him," he says to Ron and Hermione.
"But if he's resigned —"
"— doesn't sound like there's anything we can do —"
"I don't care. I still want to see him. I'll meet you back here." Harry gets up and scrambles to his feet.
"Wait up! I'll come with you!" I shout out after Harry.
Lupin's office door is open. He has already packed most of his things. The grindylow's empty tank stands next to his battered old suitcase, which is open and nearly full. Lupin is bending over something on his desk and looks up only when Harry knocks on the door.
"I saw you coming," says Lupin, smiling. He points to the parchment he has been poring over. It is the Marauder's Map.
"We just saw Hagrid," says Harry as we step into his office. "And he said you'd resigned. It's not true, is it?"
"I'm afraid it is," says Lupin. He starts opening his desk drawers and taking out the contents.
"Now Harry I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to step outside. I have some last business to take care of with Miss Pendragon here." Lupin tells Harry giving my friend a pointed look and gesturing for him to exit the office. Harry gives us a confused look, and leaves closing the door behind him.
"You didn't have to do that you know." I tell him. Professor Lupin raises his eyebrow at me. "You know Harry better than me. I only came to say farewell."
Lupin grins at me and pulls out a rather large bound book. He blows off some dust from the top of it, and comes around to the other side of his desk to stand in front of me. "This dear Jamie was entrusted to James and Lily Potter before they died. It was from Daniel and Alexis, your parents. They were on the run as well, and were worried about this article falling into unsavory hands that would destroy it." He explains.
"Augustus." I breathe. Lupin nods his head solemnly.
"Before James and Lily's death, the book was passed onto me. I have been holding this until the right moment to hand it over to you and your brother. As the pair of you have grown older, the book has been updated as well. It is my honor to hand this back over to the Pendragon family finally." He tells me handing the book to me.
I take it in my hands surprised by the weight of it. I look down at the writing on the cover of the book. The Royal Lineage of the Pendragon Family, I feel my jaw drop slightly, as I open up the cover of the book, and I'm greeted with a moving hand drawn portrait of Uther and Arthur Pendragon, and standing beside them is Merlin himself.
I can't believe it. I look back up at Lupin shocked. He grins at me softly. "Flip to the back, I feel there is something there that will interest you." He says. I flip through generations of my family until I come to the near back, and freeze on the portrait of two very familiar people.
"Mom… Dad." I say. My parents' faces are smiling up at me, while pushing each other back and forth playfully. I feel tears streak down my face, and I turn the page sobbing at the sight, my whole family together. My mother and father are holding my brother and I.
"I don't know what to say… thank you Professor Lupin." I tell him looking up at him earnestly. The man smiles at me softly, before holding his hand out for me to shake.
"I am no longer your professor Jamie, I believe that you may call me Remus now. I was very fond of your parents." He tells me. I smile at him tremulously, and ignore his hand, rushing forward to embrace him in a hug.
"I believe that my parents didn't mind your condition Remus, and neither do I." I tell him. He relaxes into the embrace, and returns it lightly.
"You're a remarkable young woman Jamie. I dare say that Hogwarts will have to look out in the future." I laugh at his comment.
"Take care of yourself Remus, until next time." I tell him. I let go of the man, and give him a watery smile, as I exit his office descending the stairs into the classroom. Harry shoots up from his seat.
"Your turn." I tell him clutching the book to me tighter, and leaving the room. I need some time to regroup my feelings.
Nobody at Hogwarts knows the truth of what had happened the night that Sirius, Buckbeak, and Pettigrew had vanished except Harry, Ron, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore, and me. As the end of term approaches, I hear many different theories about what had really happened, but none of them come close to the truth.
Malfoy is furious about Buckbeak. He is convinced that Hagrid has found a way of smuggling the hippogriff to safety, and seems outraged that he and his father have been outwitted by a gamekeeper. Percy Weasley, meanwhile, has much to say on the subject of Sirius's escape.
"If I manage to get into the Ministry, I'll have a lot of proposals to make about Magical Law Enforcement!" he tells the only person who would listen — his girlfriend, Penelope. I think that its safe to say that Percy is shocked the next morning by a firecracker in his porridge giving him an entirely new facial.
Though the weather is perfect, though the atmosphere is so cheerful, though he knows we have achieved the near impossible in helping Sirius to freedom, Harry has never approached the end of a school year in worse spirits. We have tried to cheer him up multiple times.
He certainly isn't the only one who was sorry to see Professor Lupin go. The whole of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class is miserable about his resignation.
"Wonder what they'll give us next year?" says Seamus Finnigan gloomily.
"Maybe a vampire," suggests Dean Thomas hopefully.
The exam results come out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I have passed every subject. Harry and I are amazed that we have gotten through Potions. I have a shrewd suspicion that Dumbledore might have stepped in to stop Snape failing us on purpose. Snape's behavior towards Harry and me over the past week has been quite alarming. I didn't think it possible that Snape's dislike for Harry and me can increase, but it certainly had. A muscle twitches unpleasantly at the corner of Snape's thin mouth every time he looks at Harry, and he is constantly flexing his fingers, as though itching to place them around Harry's throat.
He's just so annoyed at me for the outburst and his thoughts that I had been a part of the plot against him.
Percy has got his top-grade N.E.W.T.s; Fred and George have scraped a handful of O.W.L.s each. Gryffindor House, meanwhile, largely thanks to our spectacular performance in the Quidditch Cup, have won the House Championship for the third year running. This means that the end of term feast takes place amid decorations of scarlet and gold, and that the Gryffindor table is the noisiest of the lot, as everyone celebrates. Even Harry manages to forget about the journey back to the Dursleys the next day as he eats, drinks, talks, and laughs with the rest.
As the Hogwarts Express pulls out of the station the next morning, Hermione gives Harry, Ron, and I some surprising news.
"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I've decided to drop Muggle Studies." I raise my eyebrows in shock at my best friend.
"But you passed your exam with three hundred and twenty percent!" cries Ron.
"I know," sighs Hermione, "but I can't stand another year like this one. That Time-Turner, it was driving me mad. I've handed it in. Without Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll be able to have a normal schedule again."
"I still can't believe you didn't tell us about it," says Ron grumpily. "We're supposed to be your friends."
"I promised I wouldn't tell anyone," says Hermione severely. She looks around at Harry, who is watching Hogwarts disappear from view behind a mountain.
"Oh, cheer up, Harry!" says Hermione sadly.
"I'm okay," says Harry quickly. "Just thinking about the holidays."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about them too," says Ron. "Harry, you've got to come and stay with us. I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now —"
I wince thinking how well that's going to go over, besides my own vacation is not looking to go very well either.
"A telephone, Ron," says Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year. . . ." Ron ignores her.
"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Harry? Come and stay, and we'll go and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work." I perk up at the sound of Quidditch.
"I'll see you there then! There is no way that I'm not going to that competition!" I cry bouncing up and down in my seat slightly happy to have something to look forward to now.
"Yeah . . . I bet the Dursleys'd be pleased to let me come . . . especially after what I did to Aunt Marge. . . ."
Feeling considerably more cheerful, Harry joins Ron, Hermione, and me in several games of Exploding Snap, and when the witch with the tea cart arrives, we buy a whole lot of unneeded sweets. I leave the compartment after a few minutes to use the facilities. On my way back to my compartment, I freeze seeing the flash of blond hair and brown eyes in front of me.
Ariana is hanging out by the door of her compartment talking to Cedric Diggory. Part of me wonders why she's talking to him, but it's not my place to comment about it. Ariana shifts her gaze to me, and the smile slowly melts off her face. She says goodbye to Diggory, and closes the few feet between us. She crosses her arms when she's in front of me.
I shift my feet nervously and bite my lower lip. "So I'm pretty sure that you've been avoiding me." Ariana says being the first to break the silence between the two of us. I wince at the sadness in her voice.
"I haven't… I've just been dealing with some things. Listen, about the other night… I'm sorry. We were just in a big hurry, and I was stressed so I'm sorry." I tell her looking her in the eyes hoping that she'll see that I'm sincere. Ariana stares at me for a long while before nodding her head.
Suddenly I'm socked really hard in the arm. "Ouch!" I cry. Ariana glares at me, before smiling largely at me.
"Took you long enough Pendragon, and you're forgiven by the way." She tells me giving my hand a slight squeeze before spinning around and disappearing back into her compartment. I stare after her for a minute before shaking my head, and returning to my compartment.
It is late in the afternoon before something interesting happens. "Harry," says Hermione suddenly, peering over his shoulder. "What's that thing outside your window?"
Harry turns to look outside. Something very small and gray is bobbing in and out of sight beyond the glass. He stands up for a better look and sees that it was a tiny owl, carrying a letter that is much too big for it. The owl is so small, in fact, that it keeps tumbling over in the air, buffeted this way and that in the train's slipstream. Harry quickly pulls down the window, stretches out his arm, and catches it. He brings the owl carefully inside. The owl drops its letter onto Harry's seat and begins zooming around our compartment, apparently very pleased with itself for accomplishing its task. Hedwig clicks her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval, and Dionysus hoots softly at her, and she calms down. Crookshanks sits up in his seat, following the owl with his great yellow eyes. Ron, noticing this, snatches the owl safely out of harm's way.
I can't believe we're back to this yet again. Harry picks up the letter. It is addressed to him. He rips open the letter, and shouts, "It's from Sirius!"
"What?" Ron, Hermione, and I say excitedly. "Read it aloud!"
Dear Harry,
I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post.
Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about the owl's reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.
I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the castle will be lifted.
There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt —
"Ha!" says Hermione triumphantly. "See! I told you it was from him!"
"Yes, but he hadn't jinxed it, had he?" says Ron. "Ouch!" The tiny owl, now hooting happily in his hand, has nibbled one of his fingers in what it seems to think is an affectionate way. I snicker at my friend, and Ron shoots me a cross look from across the compartment.
Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from Gringotts vault number seven hundred and eleven — my own. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your godfather.
I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you.
I am enclosing something else for you, which I think will make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.
If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.
I'll write again soon.
Sirius
Harry looks back into his envelope and a huge smile breaks out onto his face.
I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.
"That'll be good enough for Dumbledore!" says Harry happily. He looks back at Sirius's letter. I'm very happy for my friend now that he'll be able to join us in Hogsmeade legally.
"Hang on, there's a P.S. . . ."
I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's my fault he no longer has a rat.
Ron's eyes widen. The minute owl is still hooting excitedly. "Keep him?" he says uncertainly. He looks closely at the owl for a moment; then, to our great surprise, he holds him out for Crookshanks to sniff.
"What d'you reckon?" Ron asks the cat. "Definitely an owl?" I burst into laughter, holding my sides.
Crookshanks purrs. "That's good enough for me," says Ron happily. "He's mine." I grin at him.
Harry spends the rest of the ride rereading Sirius's letter while Hermione, Ron, and I try to name the small owl. When we get to the station, I meet up with my brother as we approach the throng of adults waiting for children. Luka looks drawn and wary as well. We spot Kingsley easily as he sands next to the Weasley's they seem to be talking to each other worriedly.
As we approach the group, Kingsley turns to see us. He takes a few steps forward and takes the two of us in his arms. We hug him back, and shoot each other odd looks as he leads us away from the throng of people.
"What's going on Kingsley?" Luka asks him worriedly. I don't like what's happening at the moment.
"Luka, Jamie, we need to talk." He tells us seriously sitting the pair of us down on a bench as he looks down at us.
"You're starting to worry us Kingsley." I tell him softly. He sighs, and rubs his hands over his face. For the first time I notice the dark bags under his eyes. He looks exhausted.
"I got reassigned to a new detail. This new job requires my presence and attention twenty-four seven." Kingsley says. I feel my world start to slow down. Luka's eyes widen.
"Y-you're leaving us?" He says choking on the words. I can't believe this is happening. After everything that went on this year, this is going to happen.
"No! I'm not leaving you! Well— not on purpose. I am no longer able to care for you two properly. I know that you have felt the strain as well. Now I care for both of you dearly but I have to do this to protect all of us. Dark times are coming and we need our greatest defense." He tries to explain. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes, and fight them off. I'm not going to break down right now.
"So what's going to happen to us? Are we going to the orphanage?" I question him. Kingsley pales and shakes his head violently.
"No! Jamie, Luka, I would never do that to you two! I would never leave you alone like that! The ministry and I have arranged for new guardians for the two of you." He tells us. I raise my eyebrow at the word guardians.
"Who then?" Luka asks attempting to regain his emotions.
"Well we are." A hesitant voice says from a little bit away. My brother and I whip our heads up at the voice and see the familiar pair of Arthur and Molly Weasley.
"You will?" I ask incredulously. Mrs. Weasley smiles at both of us nervously.
"Of course we will." She says.
"Yes well what's two more mouths to feed anyway? Besides you two have been good friends with Ron for a while now, and a part of the family. So if you want, there's an open place in our home for you." Mr. Weasley tells us. I glance at my brother unsure of what his response will be to this.
We've both spent our fair share of time at the Burrow with the Weasley family but to actually live there is a whole different story. "Are you sure about this?" Luka asks unsurely. Both the Weasleys nod their head in response to the question.
"And your kids know about this?" I say not quite sure if I should believe that.
"Asked them all a week ago. They said that it was fine with them. Does that mean that you're coming with us?" Mr. Weasley asks uncertainly. Luka and I have a quick silent conversation before turning back to the redheaded couple and nodding our heads.
Mrs. Weasley squeals and throws her arms around us, crushing my brother and me in a tight hug. "Oh this is wonderful! I promise you won't regret it!" She tells us, letting us go, and steering the group back towards the group of people.
"Fantastic!" Mr. Weasley exclaims. Kingsley smiles at the four of us, and looks at us sadly.
"I will miss you two." Kingsley tells us. Without a second thought, Luka and I throw our arms around him and hug him tightly. I may have issues with the man, but that doesn't mean that I won't miss him.
"We'll miss you too." Luka and I tell him. With that Kingsley lets us go and with one last farewell disappears into the crowd. When we come back to the gathered Weasleys Fred and George are grinning at us, and Ron is grinning at me proudly.
"I pulled that one over you Jamie, you have to admit so!" He states proudly. I glare at him, and sock him in the arm for his troubles. Ginny comes over to me and pulls on the sleeve of my robe. I turn my attention to her.
"This will be great. Now we can gang up on the boys, and show them who's really in charge around here." Ginny tells me with a smile. I chuckle at that and nod my head.
Percy just looks and Luka and me indifferently, "My room is off limits." He says shortly, as we turn and start leaving the station. We had bid farewell to Harry and Hermione before meeting up with the Weasleys and Kingsley at the station.
As soon as we're out of the station Fred and George drop back to either side of me. "Know what Jamie?" Fred asks me.
"No what?" I ask.
"We now have a whole summer to make new pranks!" George exclaims. I grin with the two of them madly.
"Oh this is going to be a long summer!" Mrs. Weasley exclaims from in front of us having overheard our conversation. Our mad laughter drifts off into the summer air, and I can't help but think that maybe this won't be such a bad thing to happen to us after all.
THE END
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