Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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THE END-OF-YEAR FEAST
It had been a couple weeks since the whole fiasco on the third floor. Ron had actually broken his arm, Hermione managed to come out quite unscathed and Harry was hospitalised for a week after his encounter with Voldemort. Turns out, it wasn't Snape trying to get the stone at all; it was Professor Quirrel. He had Voldemort living off him and, according to Harry, had his face growing out the back of Quirrel's head. I expected Quirrel to be fired and arrested, but no. Harry burned him alive with his hands, turning him to a pile of ash. When Harry told me all of this, I thought he was kidding and that he was making up a story as to not scare me but Dumbledore confirmed it after saving Harry from the final room.
Dumbledore also told Harry and I that he was able to burn Quirrel like he did because Voldemort can not touch us. He didn't explain why or how but it was enough to know that we were safe - to an extent.
Now, the four of us were sat in the Great Hall, still plastered up from the few cuts on our cheeks and lips, and green, Slytherin banners hung from the ceiling. Slytherin had earned the most house points, partly because Snape was extremely favourable to his own house, but mainly because Harry, Ron, Hermione and I had lost 200 house points for sneaking out after hours.
Professor McGonagall managed to get everyones attention with the simple dinging of her glass and all students' heads turned to look at the ancient man standing at the golden eagle podium.
"Another year gone. And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus. In fourth place, Gryffindor with 302 points," Dumbledore announced and sad claps sounded throughout the large hall, "Third place, Hufflepuff, with 352 points. In second place, Ravenclaw, with 426 points. And in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin House." A loud cheer erupted from the Slytherin table and I lifted my head to see Draco smiling widely, celebrating the victory with his friends.
"Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last minute points to award," I looked at the headmaster, confusion written on my face, as he continued, "To Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool intellect when others were in great peril, 50 points." Everyone on the Gryffindor table clapped loudly for the shy girl who tried to hide her blushing face.
"Well done, Hermione," I whispered to her, rubbing her back.
"Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years. 50 points," Dumbledore added, causing a giant, proud grin to spread across Ron's face. His brother's congratulated him and Ron also got a little shy.
