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"We want to go to the feast," I told auntie Poppy as she straightened his and mine many candy boxes.

"I can, can't I? Plleeaaassseee." I gave her puppy eyes and pouted.

She sighs "Your grandfather says you are to be allowed to go," she said stiffly.

"And you have another visitor." Aunt Poppy said.

"Oh, good," said Harry. "Who is it?" I continue.

Uncle Hagrid sidled through the door as he spoke. As usual, when he was indoors, uncle Hagrid looked too big to be allowed. He sat down next to Harry, took one look at him, and burst into tears.

While I'm sitting next to Harry to his bed.

"It's -- all -- my -- ruddy -- fault!" he sobbed, his face in his hands.

Oh, dear...

"I told the evil git how ter get past Fluffy! I told him! It was the only thing he didn't know, an' I told him! Yeh could've died! All fer a dragon egg! I'll never drink again! I should be chucked out an' made ter live as a Muggle!"

Not going to lie, I would fall for the same trick. Bloody hell, it's a dragon.

"Hagrid!" said Harry, shocked to see uncle Hagrid shaking with grief and remorse, great tears leaking down into his beard.

I've seen him like this, but it's a bit blurry since I was a child at that time.

"Hagrid, he'd have found out somehow, this is Voldemort we're talking about, he'd have found out even if you hadn't told him. "

"He's right, uncle. Voldemort would've known about it anyway." I placed my hand to his forearm.

"Yeh two could've died!" sobbed Hagrid. "An' don' say the name!"

"VOLDEMORT!" Harry and I bellowed, and uncle Hagrid was so shocked, he stopped crying.

"We've met him, and I'm calling him by his name. Please cheer up, Hagrid, we saved the Stone, it's gone, he can't use it. Have a Chocolate Frog; we've got loads. . . "

"Come on, cheer up." I giggled.

Uncle Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand and said, "That reminds me. I've got yeh two a present. "

A present? A dragon? Y/N, don't be ridiculous.

"It's not a stoat sandwich, is it?" said Harry anxiously, and at last uncle- Hagrid let out a nervous chuckle.

"Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. 'course, he should have sacked me instead -- anyway, got yeh this. . . "

It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father.

"This for ye." He gave me a book; I check the title of the book, and it was...

'Tales and History of the Goddess and the Devil Lord'

"Uncle, I... THANK YOU SO MUCH!" I jumped to him and gave him a bear hug.

"Thank you, Hagrid," Harry said.

"Yer welcome Y/N and Harry."

"Hagrid, how did you got all these photos?" Harry asked I pulled away from uncle Hagrid and sat next to Harry again and checked his book.

"Sent owls off ter all yer parents' old school friends, askin' fer photos. . . knew yeh didn' have any. . . d'yeh like it?"

"I love it, thank you again for the trouble Hagrid." He smiled at him.

"Is that you when you were a child?" I asked as I pointed at a picture of him and his parents.

"I guess?"

"You look adorable." I grinned.

His face went red and looked away, "tha...thanks." He whispered.

I laughed at his reaction.

➱➱➱➱

Harry and I made our way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night.

We had been held up by aunt Poppy's fussing about, insisting on giving us one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full.

When Harry and I walked in, there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at him.

While me, I went to my Slytherin table with my friends. Been patted the middle seat. So I'm sitting between him and Kayden. Many students were also standing up just to look at me.

Fortunately, grandpa arrived moments later. The chatter died away.

"Another year has gone!" Grandpa chirped.

"And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully, your heads are all a little fuller than they were. . . you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. . ."

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from our table. I saw Harry looked at me, and stared at Draco, banging his goblet on the table.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account. "

The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.

My jaw drops "you've gotta be kidding me." I said.

"But... But how about the points we made!" Easton slammed his head to the table along with the three.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes. . .

"First -- to Mr Ronald Weasley. . ."

I saw Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn, pfft.

". . . for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house seventy points."

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

I stood up and cheered too, but got pulled down my Ben "I don't like where this is going." He said.

"Me neither," Kayden said as she watched at them.

At last, there was silence again.

"Second -- to Miss Hermione Granger. . . for coming back for her friend and for using logic, I award Gryffindor house seventy points."

Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves -- they were a hundred points up.

I heard a clapping noise beside me; it was the angry Knight, but she was smiling.

"Kayden stop that." Henry glared.

"Fine."

"Third, to Ms Y/N Dumbledore, for her cleverness and outstanding actions, saving her friends and doing the right thing. I award Slytherin house seventy points."

We have five hundred and forty-two, while Gryffindor has four hundred and fifty-two.

Our table cheered loudly as thank me for giving them points. My friends congratulate me too.

But then grandpa cleared his throat.

"Third -- to Mr Harry Potter. . . " Grandpa continued. The room went deadly quiet.

". . . for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house eighty points." He added.

Eighty points?! What?!

I glanced at him and narrowed my eyes. I am now pissed off.

Gryffindor cheered, even more, louder; they are almost higher than us, but we are still higher than them by ten points.

Grandpa raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I, therefore, award twenty points to Mr Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table.

I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him.

He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at us.

I am furious but at the same time happy for them but mad for my house and pride.

"What?!" The four stood up, "how?! Bloody hell?!"

"Oh, no..." I heard Draco mumbled.

"Which means," grandpa called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet, and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished, and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place.

I saw uncle Severus was shaking Aunt Minnie's hand, with a horrible, forced smile. I had eye contact with him; I forced a smile at him; I am despondent.

"Your grandpa hates our house, and he even gave Potter a much higher point than you." Henry sighed.

"Of course, it's Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Ben rolled his eyes.

"He's favoured because he defeated a dark wizard when he was a baby." Kayden groan.

"Bloody hell, famous Harry Potter gets everything. Y/N defeated You Know Who too, she probably did everything for them." Easton joined as he nips his thumb.

"Damn Gryffindor." The four of them spoke at the same time.

"Your Slytherin personality is finally showing, welcome to Slytherin," Marcus said as they all glared at the Gryffindor table.

"To be honest, I am mad. I wanted to win, but bloody hell." I bit my lip as I watch them celebrate.

"Is it just me or is the table is shaking." I heard Blaise spoke.

He's right; the table is shaking, I calmed myself down, and it stopped.

"This school year sucks," I mumbled.

"You bet." Draco sighed, who is next to Easton.

⇜⇜⇜⇜

My tutor to the boys paid; they all passed. Of course, Hermione also passed Kayden and me.

I got most of the highest grades who have straight O to every class, in first year's.

I was worried for the Slytherin boys; I was afraid they wouldn't get in, but surprisingly they did.

Of course, Easton got in; he's ranked fifth in classes, then Ben and Henry.

Draco got in; even Gregory got also passed, Vincent. I am so proud. I have wasted my blood, sweat and tears teaching those boys.

Kayden and I went to our dorm and went straight to our share room. "Oh, my wardrobe is empty, it seems like they have packed it already." She said and sat down to her bed.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"What if something happens next school year..."

"What would it be?"

"I don't know? Maybe someone dies?"

I froze on what she said, die? Who will die?

"Will you be sad?"

"Of course."

⭇⭇⭇⭇

I was allowed to come with the other students to Hogwarts Express to say goodbye to my friends.

Uncle Hagrid was there to take us down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; we are boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as we sped past Muggle towns; pulling off our wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

It took quite a while for us all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, let us go through the gate in twos and threes, so they didn't attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.

"You must come and stay this summer," said Ron, "the three of you -- I'll send you an owl. "

"Thanks," said Harry, "I'll need something to look forward to." People jostled us as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of us called:

"Bye, Harry! Bye, Y/N!"

"See you, Potter! Dumbledore!"

"Goodbye, Y/N! See you next school year!"

"Bye-bye N/N!"

"Still famous," said Ron, grinning at us.

"Not where I'm going, I promise you," said Harry.

I turned towards them "Bye guys; I'll miss you all. It will be boring again at the castle by myself." I frown.

"Why don't you visit our house in summer?" Ron asked.

"Am I allowed?"

"Of course, Princess, you are." The twins joined.

"They're right; we'll be glad if you visit us." Percy smiled.

I grinned "of course! I'm sure grandpa will let me!" I said.

"Also, you should come to visit the muggle world; you did mention me about your teeth before." Hermione smiled.

"My parents are a dentist; they mend people teeth." She added.

Dentist? Whoa.

"Sure! I'll ask grandpa about it."

"And maybe..." She leaned toward me and whispered to my ears "bring Knight with you." She whispered.

Blimey, does she likes Kayden?

"I'll ask Kayden," I whispered back and chuckled.

"Anyway, I'll miss you all. Goodbye." I waved at them goodbye as they went to their parents to the gateway.

"Hey there, how about us? We'll have goodbyes too?" I turned around and saw my four Slytherin friends.

I giggled "of course, goodbye guys. I'll miss you four." I went to them and hugged them.

They all hugged back "we'll miss you too." They said.

"Gotta go, my parents are probably looking for me," Easton said.

"Yeah, us too." Henry and Ben said.

"Bye Y/N, see you next school year." Kayden smiled.

"Oh yeah! Would you like maybe want to visit the muggle world with me? To visit Hermione?" I asked, she stared at me for a minute.

She shrugs "I guess?" She said.

"Great, I'll tell her." I smiled.

"Anyway, goodbye. Your parents are probably looking for you by now." I said as I push them.

"Alright, alright, we'll be going now. Goodbye, Y/N." They said as they waved goodbye at me.

"Byeee!" I waved back.

Merlin's beard, year one has finally ended.