Later that day, Gideon, Alex and Talia were escorted from the Hospital Wing to the head’s office by Professor Long. She informed them that classes had been cancelled for the day before uttering the gargoyle’s password to let them up, ‘Spattergroit.’

They found Professor Dandridge waiting for them with Professor Maxwell, Jonathan Grimsby, and a very slim woman with a short haircut, who turned out to be Talia’s mother.

The next hour was spent going over everything the three of them had investigated, learned, and done in relation to the fires, including a blow-by-blow of their encounter with the Demon. Talia’s mother seemed horrified while Mr Grimsby spent a lot of the time shaking his head with his eyes closed.

‘You do understand, don’t you, that the staff were conducting our own investigation into the fires?’ said Professor Dandridge sternly. ‘Had we not been delayed by the late discovery of a key piece of information, found only in a library book that went missing from the Restricted Section—‘

‘I had a note, Professor,’ Alex interjected guiltily, ‘from, err, Professor Trelawney.’

‘Not the same teacher who made this prophecy?’ Mrs Dinescu asked incredulously.

‘Most teachers know better…’ the headmistress stated wearily. ‘Be that as it may, permission is given only to accessrestricted books, not to remove them from the library!’

‘Alex!’ Mr Grimsby chided.

‘Speaking of the prophecy,’ Professor Maxwell interjected. ‘It’s being reviewed by the Ministry. In the meantime, I recommend its contents remain private.’

The three children nodded silently.

‘I must ask, why none of you came forward with your information?’ Professor Dandridge asked.

‘We were—I was—stupid, Professor. I’d become mistrustful and I let that cloud my judgement,’ Gideon confessed.

‘No, Gideon, me and Alex are equally to blame,’ Talia insisted. ‘We could have said something, but we convinced ourselves that for Ruby’s sake, the best thing to do was use what we knew to identify the culprit, in case they got away. Personally, I also wanted to clear Gideon of suspicion once and for all.’

‘We never intended to engage Professor Blanchard!’ Alex insisted. ‘And we never imagined what would happen.’

‘Yes, well, the fact of the matter is you broke a number of school rules and put yourselves in grave danger!’ the headmistress scolded. Then, she sat back in her chair and sighed, ‘However, had you not delayed the Demon until the teachers arrived, there is no telling what would have happened to the school, the students, or indeed the world, should it have escaped. As such, I can’t bring myself to punish you. I will leave that to your guardians if they so wish.’

Gideon, Alex and Talia exchanged looks of amazement and relief. Then, Gideon remembered, ‘Can we ask, what about Professor Binns?’

‘I’m afraid we can’t be sure about the reasons for Professor Binns’s exorcism,’ the head concluded. ‘We can’t say with any certainty that Professor Blanchard was responsible, but it does seem likely. I would contend that given Professor Binns’s habit of walking through walls, he may have happened upon something he wasn’t supposed to see. Perhaps he ran into Professor Blanchard while patrolling and thought nothing of it. Professor Blanchard, however, may have considered any witnesses a risk to his plan. Alas, I’m afraid we may never know for sure.’

A few minutes later, they made to leave the room when the headmistress asked Gideon to hold back. Jonathan Grimsby and Marcus Maxwell hovered awkwardly.

‘I’ll just be a moment, gentlemen. I’ll send Gideon back to his Common Room afterwards,’ she said, and they both left with the others, looking a little unsure of themselves.

Gideon gulped. He couldn’t imagine what she needed to speak with him about alone after everything they had discussed.

‘I’ve given you a lot of leeway this year, Gideon,’ she stated. ‘More than I should have, because of my guilt over sealing your magic. You remember me telling you that we had found no evidence of your magic at the scene of Charms classroom or Halloween fires?’

‘Err, yes,’ Gideon replied, tying to see where the conversation was leading.

‘Well, I didn’t mention the Student Lounge, did I?’

Gideon’s stomach tightened and he dropped his head. How had he missed that? It had been an opportunity for him to come clean about the one large fire he had actually been responsible for.

‘I know exactly what transpired that evening thanks to a certain watchful pair of eyes,’ she hinted, while indicating to the paintings of former head’s that lined the wall. Professor Albus Dumbledore was looking down at Gideon over his half-moon spectacles with a knowing expression, just as he did when hanging over the Student Lounge fireplace. ‘However, punishing Mr Stevens and his comrades would also have meant punishing you, and compounding the suspicion growing around you.’

Gideon felt incredibly guilty. It had been before he knew anything about his dark magic, but he should have told Professor Dandridge or Professor Voronov at some point. In retrospect, he knew they would have understood.

‘I understand why you couldn’t come to me then, or indeed more recently. However, I hope that you will be able to trust me more in the future. What do you say to starting fresh with each other next year?’

Gideon nodded fervently in agreement and apologised profusely.

‘Good. In that case, I shall return this to you and pretend as though I’ve never seen it before,’ she said with a wink as she rolled the undamaged Camostone across her desk. Then, holding up what appeared to be the melted, crushed remains of Verity’s camera, she advised, ‘This, I’m afraid was unsalvageable. Now, run along.’

Gideon beamed, grabbed the crystal, and left the office quickly. As he stepped off the gargoyle stairs below, he was assaulted by someone. He fumbled in his sleeve for his wand before he realised that the person holding him tightly around the shoulders was his brother.

‘Dad told me everything. I’m so sorry, Gid! I’ve been such a terrible bro.’

‘Yeah, you have,’ Gideon growled.

‘You should hit me!’ Anthony suggested, standing back with his arms open wide. ‘Go on, I deserve it!’

‘Alright,’ Gideon replied immediately to his brother’s surprise, and punched him hard in the gut.

Anthony hunched over with his arms wrapped around his torso. ‘Seriously, little dude?’ he squealed breathlessly.

‘You think that’s bad?’ Gideon teased. ‘Just wait until Jen gets a hold of you!’

***

In the Great Hall that evening, Professor Dandridge gave a brief, highly edited explanation of what had transpired in the Courtyard and announced Professor Blanchard’s passing.

She had explained earlier in her office, that until they knew the identity of Professor Blanchard’s controller, they had no choice but to attribute the fires to him. It was unfortunate, but Gideon’s father had confirmed the Ministry were in agreement on the matter.

A number of the students connected Gideon, Alex and Talia’s earlier absence with her story, and for once, positiverumours about Gideon began circling. These were encouraged by the Headmistress’s welcome reopening of the Quidditch Cup. The days that followed seemed to zoom by.

With permission from Gideon and the others involved, Caroline wrote a new exposé about what had really transpired, with some key omissions, of course. She used it to clear Gideon’s name and attack the Daily Prophet’s irresponsible reporting.

It featured exclusive interviews with the headmistress, Gideon, and others from the school. It also included quotes from Minster Granger-Weasley and Mr Draco Malfoy of the Wizengamot, who both accused the other of using Gideon to score political points.

Caroline sold the story to the Quibbler, which enjoyed its second highest-ever grossing edition since they had begun publishing, and offered her the role of Senior Editor.

After the article, many of the students who had been withdrawn from the school started returning, including Tim, which really lifted the spirits of the third-year Slytherins. Ruby also returned during Breakfast one morning and ran straight over to Gideon and Talia to give them a big hug, which garnered a warm round of applause.

‘Thank you!’ she told them both. ’I knew you would figure it out!’

‘But how did you?’ Gideon asked.

‘Well, I think I had my first proper vision!’ she whispered happily.

The atmosphere in the castle changed significantly from that point. Many of the people who had been accusing Gideon of starting the fires or jinxing him in the corridors actually apologised to him. People were generally more friendly to him, except for Greg Stevens and Jason Crawley, who when next crossed paths with Gideon, knocked him to the floor only to find themselves jinxed by every nearby student.

Alex made an amazing catch of the Golden Snitch in the last Quidditch match, which secured Gryffindor and Anthony the Quidditch Cup. It was hard to be mad about it considering how well-fought the games had been. It was only disappointing that their victory also pushed them into the lead for the House Championship, just ten points ahead of Slytherin.

Once exams were finally out of the way, which Gideon felt sure he had done exceptionally well on, barring Astronomy, of course, the school year finally came to a close and the End of Year Feast took place. The usual mix of ceiling banners and wall tapestries were all red and emblazoned with golden lions, to mark Gryffindor’s impending House Championship victory.

‘It’s been an exciting year at Hogwarts,’ announced Professor Dandridge, ‘more exciting than I could have imagined when I accepted the job as headmistress. From the outset, something I hoped for was inter-house cooperation. I’m happy to say that I’ve seen plenty of examples of it. We discover a great many things at this school, but perhaps the most magical of those, are the bonds we form with one another.

‘That said, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition. So, without further a due, we must award the House Cup, for which I’m told the race for first and third place are both a mere ten points apart this year. However, I have a few last-minute points to award.’

The students began murmuring loudly and Gideon distinctly heard someone say, ‘Uh-oh!’

The headmistress continued, ‘Firstly, to Miss Natalia Dinescu. For keeping a cool head under fire, I award forty points.’

Everybody clapped, the Ravenclaws especially loudly. Gideon saw that Talia was trying to act nonchalant, but her cheeks were bright red.

‘Next, to Mr Alex Grimsby. For impressive deductive reasoning, I award forty points.’

The Gryffindors went wild for this boost to their lead.

‘Third, To Miss Ruby Williams. For keen insight, and an unshakeable faith in her friends, I award fifty points.’

The Hufflepuffs cheered loudly, realising they had tied for third place with Ravenclaw, and patted Ruby on the back as she hid behind her hands with embarrassment.

‘Finally, for the remarkable resilience and strength of character he has shown this year, I award Mr Gideon Drake, fifty points.’

The room erupted. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were clapping but most of the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables were both hooting and hollering madly. They quickly realised, though, that the result was ambiguous and looked to Professor Dandridge.

‘Tied for third place, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,’ she announced, ‘and in first place, also tied, Gryffindor and Slytherin!’

The cheers returned with gusto as half of the red decorations turned green. Gryffindor didn’t seem to mind sharing as long as they still won, and Slytherin had just gone from second place to joint first. Gideon’s points had won them the House Cup.

***

The Slytherins had partied hard in the Common Room that evening. Gideon, Dorian, Eoin, Gio, Tim, Sasha and Cheryl had talked, laughed, sang and danced together into the night, just as they had so many months before. Such a high point made packing their trunks the following morning a rather melancholy experience.

That feeling resonated with Gideon as he stepped on to the platform at Hogsmeade train station. In contrast to his journey to the school in September, he, Ruby and Talia would be sharing a compartment. However, when the train stopped in London, he would have to say goodbye to them.

In addition, Alex had declined to join them. He did, however, share one of the horseless carriages that pulled itself to the station with them. He also had a lengthy conversation with the three of them before boarding the train, much to the displeasure of Greg and Jason, who were sulking nearby, waiting for him.

‘Let’s meet up over the summer,’ Alex suggested to Gideon, ‘I’ll write to you. I promise this time! The only reason I didn’t before was because my dad told me you probably weren’t going to Hogwarts. I thought it would be like rubbing salt in the wound or something.’

‘I get it,’ Gideon assured him, ‘I’ll write too.’

‘Me too!’ Ruby added.

‘And you, Natalia?’ Alex asked cheekily, ‘Will you write me?’

‘I’ll save it for your obituary,’ Talia retorted darkly and the cat in her arms hissed at the boy loudly.

‘Talia!’ Ruby gasped.

Alex merely burst out laughing. ‘She’s such a sweetheart!’ he jested. ‘Well, see you all soon!’

‘Have a good Summer,’ Ruby and Gideon called back.

Gideon wasn’t certain what he would find waiting for him on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. When the Hogwarts express finally rolled into King’s Cross Station, Gideon’s heart began to race.

‘What’s the matter?’ Ruby asked, noticing beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

‘Nothing,’ he assured her, but he became a little shaky as the great steam engine came to a halt and it was time to pull his trunk off the train.

‘I’ll let you know about visiting for my birthday,’ Ruby told Gideon and Talia with tears in her eyes and a huge grin. After giving them both a tight hug, she ran towards her siblings while waving and calling out, ‘See you! Bye!’

Close by, Gideon saw Alex meet with his father. Mr Grimsby met Gideon’s eyes and gave him a smile and a nod, which Gideon returned.

‘Well, it’s been a blast, Gideon. Don’t burn anything!’ Talia teased before departing with her trunk in the direction of her mother.

‘You either!’ Gideon called out to her, and she waved coolly over her shoulder without looking back.

He chuckled to himself and shook his head before turning his attention to the platform. He exchanged goodbyes and waves with his dormmates, who passed by and met each of their waiting families, then continued to scan the crowd.

‘I’ve got it, little bro,’ said Anthony, grabbing hold of Gideon’s trunk and pulling it along with his own a little further down the platform. He arrived at a group of people and turned back to Gideon with an expectant look on his face. Next to him stood Annabeth, Jennifer, Marcus and Caroline Maxwell, all looking as nervous as Gideon.

He took a breath, found his feet, and walked over to them, where they each greeted him with a hug. ‘Where to?’ Gideon asked apprehensively.

‘First, to the hospital, to visit your mother,’ said Marcus Maxwell.

‘Then, home,’ said Annabeth Maxwell.

‘Home?’ Gideon queried.

‘Home,’ his father replied pointedly.

Gideon smiled brightly and the group headed up the platform towards the hidden barrier. As they did, they passed a man selling the Daily Prophet. Gideon was no longer interested in what the “rag” of a newspaper, as Talia referred to it, had to say, but he couldn’t help catching the day’s headline out of the corner of his eye:

WIZENGAMOT MEMBER ANNOUNCES CANDIDACY: MALFOY FOR MINISTER?

The End