AN: I can delay this no longer.
"Fizzing Whizbees," James said clearly to the gargoyle guarding the way to the Headmasters office. The stone statue sprung aside to let the Heads step onto the revolving staircase that lead them up to the old, wooden door.
"Come in," called a soft voice from behind the door, just as James was raising his fist to knock. He swung the door open and stepped into the office. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tainted wizard's hat- The Sorting Hat.
The Headmaster himself was standing with his back to them, looking out of the window. Beyond the glass, James could see the Quidditch hoops and he suddenly felt his heart plummet. The realisation that he would never play on that pitch again hit him like a bludger. He tried to remind himself that it had been a great year for the Gryffindor team but that offered little consolation.
"Good Day, children," Dumbledore greeted in a cheery tone as he turned around. James found this strange for two reasons: firstly, Lily and himself could barely be classified as children; they were both eighteen years old and were awaiting their N.E.W.T resaults so that they could start looking for jobs. Secondly, there was nothing about this day that could be defined as 'good'. But Dumbledore seemed completely oblivious this, making James find his sunny disposition almost off putting.
"What a fine school year it has been," announced the old wizard, almost beaming with pride. "I called you here to congratulate you on the excellent job the two of you have done as Head Boy and Girl. I must say, I had very high expectations from both of you, and you somehow managed to exceed them," he praised. "Now, some of the other teachers expressed their concerns when I informed them of you being my choice of Heads; they thought I was making a mistake. But I have seen a marked change in both of you. For the better, might I add. And lets just say I am due to receive 20 gallons from each of them seeing as they were wrong"
"I was positive there were no two other students who would be more perfect together," he said in a casual tone but James' ears perked up at that. He saw Lily straighten a little beside him. Had Dumbledore always known they'd end up together? Had the old man played cupid with them? 'Match Maker Dumbledore'. James got the most disturbing mental image of the old man in nothing but a diaper, holding a bow and arrow while staying afloat with feathered wings. He shuddered at the picture and received a most amused look from the Headmaster who probably knew exactly what he was thinking. But the more James thought about it, the less absurd it seemed. Merlin alone knew what the legend of a wizard did in his own time. Maybe he got off on pairing students together and seeing their offspring sail towards the castle in those little boats seven years later.
"I wish you all the very best in all your future endeavours. I feel certain you will both go on to do great things," he gave them a knowing smile. "Now off you go, your duties are not over yet, he said dismissing them. "But Mr Potter, Ms Evans, I want you to remember, this isn't goodbye; not really. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home." James felt himself get goosebumps all over and before he could register what was happening, in a flurry of red, Lily had practically launched herself at the Headmaster and was hugging him, shaking with soft sobs. Dumbledore chuckled at her, and patted her head fondly.
Lily looked up at the Headmaster and from where James was standing, he heard her whisper, "Thank you."
AN: This is their last day at Hogwarts. The express leaves soon. I hope people still care about this story. (It's totally okay if you don't though. No hard feelings :D) Thank you for reading, and please let me know what you think.