Solangelo at Hogwarts

The glorious end of our stay in the Hog school

(Will POV)

I explained quickly to the others that Dumbledore wanted us to stay here, those who weren't crying or busy arresting Death Eaters (seriously, how many were there!?) reluctantly agreed.

"I do hope Harry's alright..." Luna said to me, gazing worriedly at the doorway the Chosen One had run through.

I nodded, then finished wrapping the gash on her head and sent her off so I could tend to Nico and Hazel.

Hazel was discreetly using her powers to move the crumbling debris off to the side, though it was obviously tiring for her. After instructing her to stop exhausting herself,  I handed her some ambrosia. Nico, on the other hand, was a different story. He had several cuts all over his arms and his fingers were semitransparent thanks to his excessive shadow traveling.

"You really are thick, aren't you." I sighed, pouring a bit of unicorn draught into his mouth and then cleanings is wounds to the best of my abilities. "Over using your underworldy powers like that..."

However, Nico wasn't looking at me, his eyes were closed and he was muttering something death soundy.

Then with a snap he opened his eyes and looked around, eyes setting on me.

"He'll be happy there," he said. "in Elysium. I'll make sure of it."

I smiled lightly before reminding him he would make sure of it later, when he was at full strength.

***tippity time skip till they go back to Hogwarts***

"Is it just me, or are they taking too long?" Hazel said worriedly. We were all waiting in the Great Hall for Harry and Dumbledore to return, even the adults were loosing faith as the clock passed 12:40.

Madame Pomfrey was tending to the wizards, so far the worst injury was Hermione's fractured leg.

"Harry and Dumbledore'll be back." Ron said, sounding less confident. "Only an idiot messes with Dumbledore."

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Weasley." A voice boomed as the doors creaked open.

"Harry!" Mr and Mrs. Weasley cried. The boy in question was rushed with hugs and "you're safe!".

"Yeah, I'm alright." Harry said as they mob of friends released him. He turned to us, frowning slightly, almost as if he didn't want us to make it.

Rude, I thought to myself.

"He mentioned you lot." Harry said quietly. "Told me he knew you'd been destroying his horcruxes."

The demigods made eye contact with each other.

"Of course he did, that b*stard!" came the almost complaining voice of an all to familiar sounding Goddess. Though we had no idea HOW Hecate got in, there she was, dressed in wizards robes and wearing rectangular glasses I was 95% sure she didn't need.

"I beg your pardon," Lupin said, perplexed at the crazy lady who seemingly came out of nowhere. "who are you?"

"I am Lady Hecate, the Headmistress of Illvermory."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled almost as if he was internally laughing. "Oh? I'm so sorry I wasn't able to greet you on the grounds, Lady Hecate, but we were busy battling Voldemort."

Almost everyone in the room flinched at his name.

"Yes, yes, all is forgiven." Hecate said. She turned to Harry, looking at him as if she'd expected more from the boy destined to defeat the Dark Lord and save her pet world. "You must be Potter then?"

Harry nodded, looking at her curiously.

"What was that you were saying about my students destroying horcruxes?"

"Voldemort told me, ma'am, that the exchange's had been—"

"We'll Voldemort was wrong." Hecate interrupted. "There was never seven, there was only four."

"Only four..." the wizards who weren't demigods muttered.

"But what about the other three—?" Nico asked, Hecate shushed him.

"That's right," she continued. "Tom only made four horcruxes. And there was never any exchange students from Illvermory."

They non demigods nodded sleepily, shut their eyes, and started to snore.

"With all due respect, Lady Hecate, what about—" I asked.

"You really are persistent, aren't you?" Hecate sighed.

Nico glared at the goddess.

"I've used the mist, when they wake up they'll never remember you where here, no one will, except for any demigods."

"But we never even got to fight the dragon." Hazel said. "And what'll happen to the left over horcruxes?"

Hecate smiled slightly at Hazel. "Don't worry, they'll take care of all that."

"Why not finish the quest?"

"Zeus is angry at me, said I shouldn't be interfering with destiny and stuff because it gets the Fates knickers in a twist."

"So, we're just going back home?" I asked hopefully, missing camp.

"Yup, hand me your wands."

We handed them to the goddess and took one last look at the Great Hall, drinking in the architecture the way Annabeth would if she were here. Hecate snapped her fingers and in a blink of light, we were back at the strawberry fields of our home.

***bonus***

Harry had long graduated Hogwarts, after defeating the world's evilest wizard, but something was wrong with him...he had the most difficult time remembering his fifth year. Sure he remembered the tests and the trips to Hogsmeade, but the battle with the Death Eaters and what happened after that were fuzzy. Sometimes he could almost swear their was a dark haired boy with a black sword, along with a blonde kid and a dark skinned girl with some sort of golden rod trying to help him and his friends. He must be going crazy...

Harry shook his head, forgetting his past, and waved goodbye to the quickly departing Hogwarts Express, that in it held the next generation of Wizards and Witches, not to mention his son.

Okay guys, this is the end of the book. :D Hope you enjoyed! Until an idea strikes me for a new fanfic I'm probably just going to revise/edit this one. Stay awesome!

And here's a friendly reminder to eat something and drink some water :)