Fly with me

Epilogue

You were in your 7th year at Hogwarts and about to graduate.

"How does it feel?" Hermione asked.

"How does what feel?"

"Graduating,"

You shrugged, "It feels good but also I feel like I've lost something, not being able to come back to Hogwarts."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked. "For work?"

"I'm considering being an Auror," you said.

"I'm going to miss you y/n," said Ginny, hugging you.

"I'm going to miss you too," you said, hugging her back.

"Promise you'll write," said Ron.

You laughed, "Only if you write,"

"Of course we will," said Harry. "You better tell us all about the Ministry and being an Auror."

"I might not get in," you said.

"Of course you will," said Hermione. "You're an amazing wizard."

"Thanks, Hermione," you said, grinning.

At the end of your last day of Hogwarts the carriages pulled up, dragging sadness into your system. As you got into a carriage, you looked back up at the castle that had been your second home for seven years. You sighed and closed the door to the carriage.

"Is there a way to come back to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked.

"Only as a teacher I think," said Hermione.

"Well, you better come back as a teacher, y/n," said Ginny.

You grinned, "I'll do my best,"

The carriage stopped and you followed your friends into the Hogwarts Express and into a free carriage. I looked out the window back at Hogwarts for the last time. I'll miss you Hogwarts, you thought, you were always good to me. 

The train shot off. You turned back to your friends. They were laughing, joking, and eating candy, ready for another year at Hogwarts.

"You guys better tell me all about next year," you said.

"All about it?" said Fred.

"Even the boring parts?" said George.

"Yes," you smiled. "Unless it's really boring." 

"Define 'really boring'," said George, with a mischievous smile.

Fred leaned forward, "We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat,"

"Where would she put it?" Ron asked. "On her wall?"

"Hey, that's a brilliant idea!" Fred and George explained. "You can put it on your wall y/n!"

"No, that's a terrible idea," said Hermione. "Don't hang it on your wall y/n!"

"I'll just send it right back," you joked.

After changing back into your Muggle robes and preparing to get off the train, everyone gathered into a group hug.

"I'll really miss you all," you said.

"We'll miss you too, y/n,"

The train pulled to a stop. You and your friends stepped into the tide of people leaving the train. When you stepped off, you took a deep breath, taking one last look at the big scarlet engine.

"Goodbye old friend," you muttered under your breath.

"Come on, y/n, let's go!" yelled Ron from the barrier.

"Coming!" you yelled back, reluctantly running to the barrier.

You walked through into the Muggle world, leaving your wizarding childhood and education behind.

"Good luck with the Ministry, y/n," said Hermione. "I hope to see you soon."

"I hope to see you soon, too."

Your friends departed, off to their homes, you off to the Ministry, or, wherever you could become an Auror.

Well, you passed the test with flying colors, and became an Auror. Soon, you were sitting in an Auror cubicle in the Ministry of Magic. Your friends knew you had gotten the job and were proud of you.

"Hey, l/n," said your superior, Kingsley Shacklebolt, "there's been some dark wizard sightings in Bulgaria that the Minister wants one of us to go look at it. Are you up for the job?"

"Yeah," you said. "But doesn't Bulgaria have Aurors?"

"Yes but they've been sent out on missions and the Bulgarian Minister has sent for help."

"Okay," you said. "Do I leave now?"

Kingsley nodded, "Good luck l/n,"

"Thanks, sir,"

When you arrived at the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, you were instantly greeted by the Bulgarian Minister.

"Thank you for coming," he said in a thick accent. "These evil vizards have been reported to be from your country. I trust you know vhat to do?"

"Yes, sir," you said.