"All packed?" Pansy said as she stood in the doorway of Jack's room. She'd cried all the tears she cared to cry and was now dressed in an emerald silk gown, covered by her professorial robes and her hair and makeup were immaculate.

"I am," Jack said. He looked up from his bag and stopped. She was so beautiful, and it was heart wrenching to think that she would be out of his life forever. "I'm going to miss you."

"Now Jack, we're both adults and this is for the best." Pansy said. She couldn't talk about it or she would cry again. She had been alone for so long that she'd under estimated how much she'd miss Jack.

"I know, but you will still remember me. You could always show up at my door. There is no way I could turn you away," Jack said.

"Come on," Pansy said. "We'll be late."

They met Sam and the headmaster exactly where they met him before. Jack looked into the forest and wondered about his plane. Was he just supposed to leave it there? Would he forget what happened to it, would people wonder where it went? Would he be able to claim insurance on it?

"Here is what we have planned," Neville said. "It's taken a lot of effort, but we moved your aircraft to a secluded spot far away. You will think that you safely crashed in a field and you will be able to get help from there. Professor Parkinson will travel with you to the site and modify your memory there. You won't remember us or your time here. I do hope you've enjoyed yourself, however. I feel like it was a positive cultural exchange. Do you agree?"

"I wish I could stay," Sam said. "It is a wonderful school."

"I agree wholeheartedly," Neville said. "I for one would love to have you as a student." He held out his hand and Sam gave him a firm handshake. Neville held Sam's for a minute and looked deep into her eyes, like there was something there that he couldn't quite understand. He then shook Jack's hand and turned back towards the castle. "It's the pound note on the ground, professor," Neville said over his shoulder.

"What does he mean?" Sam asked.

Pansy looked around until she saw the paper on the ground. "We're going to use a portkey. It is an enchanted object that lets us travel long distances. It will be uncomfortable for just a moment. Please hold hands and do not let go of each other," Pansy said as she took Jack's hand and squeezed it tight. "Sam, will you please pick up the pound note?"

Sam reached down as she held her father's hand and in the instant that she touched the paper, she felt like she was turning inside out while flying through space. Everything around her seemed to be a swirl of light and then as quickly as it started, it was over. She, Jack and Pansy were standing alone in a green field.

"Wow," Jack said, releasing Sam's hand and putting it to his forehead to steady himself. He still held onto Pansy.

"This is where I leave you, I'm afraid," Pansy said.

"Please don't," Sam said as she heldtight to the straps of her backpack. "I don't want to forget."

"I'm sorry," Pansy said as she took out her wand. "I will miss you, Jack," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

Jack started to say something but stopped as Pansy waved her wand.