Calypso Night Book 1

Chapter 15 ~Epiloge~

AN~ Here it is guys the last chapter. Thank you to all that have read it I hope it wasn't too bad. Enjoy the last chapter.

That night we all got dressed in our school robes, met up and as one big happy family, we walked to the great hall. When we all walked in everyone slumped seeing as the hall was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.

We all smiled and hugged before separating to our separate tables. Phoebe and I sat in our normal seats and I was bombarded with people asking if I was okay. To which I replied that I was fine.

Then Harry walked in and 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. I shook my head as people were standing up to look at him.

Thankfully, Dumbledore arrived moments later and the talking died away.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "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, five hundred and twenty- two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin 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.

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

I looked to see Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.

"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty 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 smiled and laughed at him. Finally, there was silence again.

"Second -- to Miss Hermione Granger for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

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

"Third to Mr. Sarus Night for complete and utter bravery in the face of danger to protect his friends I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

I clapped loudly for my little brother who was extremely red.

"Third -- to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet "for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The sound was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had five hundred and twenty-two points -- exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup -- if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.

Dumbledore 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 ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."