Inseparable

CHAPTER FORTY THREE

The day of graduation finally came and all the seventh years were outside the castle for a small celebration.

It was the evening and the sky was beginning to darken. There were a few small multicoloured lights magicked to float around the gathering of students.

The whole year was outside but split into their own houses; none of them wanted to mingle with other houses. Tom was standing in the centre of his gang of Slytherins watching what was going on.

It seemed to be a very boring get together so far. There was the promise of fireworks, but with Dumbledore in charge, there wasn't much to be expected. A single small firework at best.

After a while of pointless standing around, Dippet conjured some sort of podium which he stood on.

"Thank you for all coming out today," Dippet began to say, "today we will celebrate the special occasion of your graduation. It seemed as though time flew by when in fact, you were here for seven whole years. We, as your Professors, remember when you were small first years and nervously waiting to be sorted. From there, you've made friends, learnt, grown and developed into mature young witches and wizards. We have many bright students, even a triwizard champion, who we are proud to send off into the real words. So I say congratulations to you all and hope you receive the best in life."

After the speech from Dippet; Tom was sure he was a better public speaker; Dumbledore set off the fireworks.

The fireworks were mainly large red and gold explosions. There were a few blue and yellow ones mixed into the shows and only and a very small amount of small green ones. If that wasn't house favouritism, Tom didn't know what was.

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Tom said his final goodbye to Professor Slughorn, his dorm, Venus down in the chamber, the castle and boarded the red train for the last time.

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Tom had already made plans through Abraxas to get a ticket to use an international floo to get to France.

He didn't need to stay in England anymore. According to wizarding laws, he was already an adult. He was seventeen and finally ready to leave the orphanage.

Tom had gone to Mrs Cole and told her that he was leaving. She looked as if she just won the lottery and happily got Tom's papers and other details.

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Tom stood in the ministry in front of the floo, which would take him to France. With a final breath, he stepped into the fireplace, ready to leave England behind.

It felt as though he was saying goodbye to everything, ready to start a new life in France. No longer would he go to Hogwarts. He wasn't forced to stay in the confinements of the orphanage. He would be alone. Saying goodbye to his home. His home, built of Hogwarts, his school, the Orphanage, where he grew up, and Harry, his soulmate. But was the point of a home if the primary support fell.

Tom dropped the floo powder and was whisked away to France.

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He landed with a thump. Straightening his coat, he gracefully stepped out of the floo. He was in the French ministry, and with a feeling of accomplishment, he walked to the front desk.

There was an elderly woman sitting behind the desk.

"Bonjour," she said cheerfully, "is this your first time in France?"

"Good afternoon," Tom replied, "yes it is. I'm going to stay here to look for some family."

"Oh, well then you might want to visit Paris first. That's where the largest magical town is in France," the woman said, "there is a small inn you could stay in while you look, depending on how long you plan to stay. I would even be able to book you a room now if you want to stay there."