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THIRD PERSON P.O.V.
(Y/N) waits outside the hospital wing for Harry. Madam Pomfrey continues to fuss on and on about Harry, insisting he needs one last checkup, but Harry manages to escape her grasp.
"Sorry about that." Harry apologizes. (Y/N) smiles and shakes her head.
"No, no, it's fine. Now c'mon, the feast is gonna start soon!" She says excitedly.
(Y/N) grabs his hand and the two begin to jog to the Great Hall. The corridors are empty and unusually quiet, but as the two get closer to the dining hall, chatter grows louder and louder, and they see the warm glow from inside.
When Harry and (Y/N) enter the Great Hall, a sudden hush falls, then everyone starts talking loudly at once. The Great Hall is decked out in silver and green to celebrate Slytherin's winning of the House Cup for their seventh year in a row. A huge banner displaying the Slytherin serpent covers the wall behind the High Table.
Harry and (Y/N) slip in between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, and Harry tries to ignore the fact that many eyes are on him, some students even standing up to look at him. Fortunately, Dumbledore arrives moments later and all the jabbering fades away.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore says 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 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 two hundred and sixty-two; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."
The Slytherin table erupts in a storm of cheers and stomping. Draco Malfoy goes as far as banging his goblet on the table. Malfoy looks over to the Gryffindor table, specifically at Harry, wearing a sickening smirk. His eyes flash to (Y/N) and his smirk grows. But (Y/N) simply rolls her eyes.
"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin." Dumbledore says. "However, recent events must be taken into account."
The room goes very still. The smiles on the Slytherins' faces falter.
"Ahem." Dumbledore says, everyone staring at him with anticipation. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes..."
