I've taken this story about as far as I plan to, though I reserve the right to change my mind later. Anyway, here are a few deleted scenes; things that were either amusing or answered unresolved questions, but either didn't fit into the flow of the story, created plot holes, or just aren't really good enough to go into the story.

some time in 1992

The dark featureless entity in the hat and cloak addressed Peregrine Derrick and Robert Jugson, "You two insult the house of Slytherin. You must stop your disgraceful and, um, unambitious attacks and do something useful with your lives. Otherwise, I'll have to, um, lock you in my secret chamber and hurt you until you learn." They turned and fled. The dark figure watched them disappear around a corner, then turned and left in the other direction.

The figure turned a corner and nearly ran into Professor McGonagall. "Eep!" the figure said.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, wordlessly dispelling the blurring charm and revealing Hannah Abbot. "That's it. It's official. There is no one left in this school who is not using that ridiculous disguise for some ridiculous plot. Enough is enough, I'm banning hats and cloaks. If students and teachers need disguises, they can at least come up with more creative ones." McGonagall continued walking, Hannah ran the other way.

12:00PM, October 9th, 1992

Dumbledore walked across the Great Hall to the head table. As he looked across the room, his eyes stopped on the phoenix hovering near the Ravenclaw table. The phoenix disappeared. He continued walking.

He thought he heard something to his left, and turned to look. Nothing. He saw a flash of red in his rightmost peripheral vision, and turned back. Again nothing. Many of the students had started giggling quietly.

He then noticed Fawkes watching something behind him. He turned left and then right again, watching Fawkes gaze. Something was carefully staying behind him, out of sight. Oh...

"Harry, I don't think your phoenix likes me very much..."

"Yeah, I wonder why that is" Harry answered sarcastically.

6:00PM, October 8th, 1992

Harry and Hermione were invisible. They were on a broomstick which was also invisible. They were over the Mediterranean Sea. They were not alone: Most of the Dementors had been destroyed, but a group of twelve trained soldiers flying broomsticks in formation remained. Additionally, there were four people, who appeared to be prisoners being used to cast Patronuses.

They were too far away to hear anything, but soldier at the front of the formation, likely the leader, appeared to be shouting angrily at one of the prisoners. The leader raised his wand, while the prisoner's broomstick spun and accelerated away from the formation. Harry knew what was coming next...

Harry wished at that moment for the prisoner to survive and escape, and could not help also feeling the desire for the leader to die. Faster than a blink, his Patronus moved into the path of the green pulse. It struck... and reflected back in a silvery-green beam, striking the man who had cast the Killing Curse. Nearly a hundred meters away, Harry felt a burst of intense heat. The man's charred corpse fell from the broomstick and dropped to the sea below. The entire group was disoriented: one of the soldiers fell off his broom, the Patronuses failed, and the prisoners fled in random directions. Harry's and Hermione's Patronuses moved to stay between the soldiers and former prisoners, and the soldiers, now unprotected from the Dementors, turned and retreated.

"Hm. I guess that answers more questions than it raises."

"Are you planning to share any of those answers? Because that made no sense to me."

4:00PM. October 15th, 1992

Things were slowly getting back to normal. The shock of that month's events had faded, and become part of the new normal state of the world. Harry and Hermione were walking to the library.

They turned a corner and encountered Jaime Astorga, Reese Belka, Lucian Bole, Marcus Flint, apparently waiting.

"We're going to get some answers." said Belka, smiling.

"Stronger people than you have tried." Harry replied tiredly.

They all raised their wands, then disappeared in a flash. There was another flash from above, and Harry and Hermione looked up. They smirked and continued walking. After getting out of earshot, Harry spoke "Rogue..." the phoenix appeared, "I have two questions... how did you hear about that, and where on earth did you find glue?"

Rogue cawed, *Why should you be the only one to do impossible things?*

"Fair enough", Harry shrugged.

April, 1998

As the screams of the Death Eaters faded in the background, Tracey Davis addressed no one in particular, "See, this was never going to be a real fight. Anyone who's met Harry knew this was going to go easily..."

Fred Weasley interrupted her "So what'd you bring?"

"Huh?"

George Weasley continued "If you're not here to fight, why're you here?"

"Um... Everyone else was going to be here?"

"So you came because other people would be here" began George. "And you wanted to hang out with them. That's called a party", continued Fred. "And when you have a party, it's traditional to bring stuff", added George. "See, stuff like this is why people think you're going to be a Dark Lady."

"What did YOU bring?"

"We went to a couple of Muggle stores a few days ago. People are going to talk about this party for a while." The Weasleys, along with Lee Jordan, pulled pebbles out of their robes and cast Finite spells at them, revealing folding plastic tables, boxes and bags of miscellaneous snacks, a bag of plastic cups, and a keg. Fred set up one of the tables while George tapped the keg, and Lee drug a second table over to the fire around which the Death Eaters had been meeting not twenty minutes earlier, placed a box of crackers and a bag of chocolate on it, and began roasting marshmallows over the fire on a transfigured stick.

"Ugh", Bones groaned, watching the Weasleys breaking several laws in full view of nearly every member of the DMLE. "We've got our hands full here, could you deal with them, Minerva?"

"Ugh", McGonagall made a similar sound. "I have no authority outside of Hogwarts... Unfortunately, of course," while thinking "They're someone else's problem now, thank Merlin."