Never Is Our Always

End Of The School Year

(Minnie pov)

"Last day of school, I'm so glad it's over," Lee groans as we walked down the hallway together. He's been complaining all day about wanting to go home for the summer holidays.

"Are you coming home with me?" Lee questions me suddenly.

"No." I answered, I usually stayed wherever I could for the summer holidays, but these holidays I was going to be staying in my vacant home.

"Aww, my mum and dad miss you," Lee told me, "you should stay over for a few nights."

"Maybe." I answered him.

"Fred and George invited me to do muggle things with them since their dad is fascinated by that type of stuff... tag along?" He asks me, nudging me softly, "Fred's definitely going to be there."

A blush rose to my cheeks.

"I'll think 'bout it," I say and he grins.

"Yay!" He cheers, "aw crap, Potions." He groans as his spirit was crushed.

"Chin up, Lee," I mumble.

"Oh wow, never thought about that one before," he retorts sarcastically.

"Shut up." I shove Lee's head and he shoves me back as we laughed.

-

I locked my trunk up and huff as I look at my four post bed, "see you next time." I told it as all my stuff was neatly packed away for tonight.

I had a plan to work on myself all holidays while no one could harass or disturb me.

It was time to let go and move on.

'I cried as I scrambled away from my father "No! No! Please stop!" He wasn't listening to me.

"Crucio!"

I gasp as I caught myself on my trunk with my hands in front of me, I lift an arm and placed my hand on my face.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore," I whispered, I stood up straight and shook away the tears that managed to build up in my eyes.

I grab my book bag and left the dorm for my classes.

-

In the great hall. All of us are seated to witness the house cup award as well as the leaving feast.

As I look up, I saw the green banners with snakes on them as they hung around the ceiling.

Professor McGonagall dings her glass and the chatter stops. Dumbledore rises out of his chair and we all watched him silently.

"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..." we all quietly chuckles at him.

"And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus. In fourth place, Gryffindor with Three hundred and Twelve points."

We clapped even if we knew we've lost, I'm pretty sure Oliver was going to cry.

"Third place, Hufflepuff, with Three hundred and Fifty-two points."

We weren't bad sports so everyone claps for each house.

"In second place, Ravenclaw, with Four hundred and Twenty-six points." Another round of applause was given.

"And in first place, with Four hundred and seventy-two points, Slytherin House."

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