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else in this story that you might recognize as the infamous J.K. Rowling's
own.
A/N: Oh, I am so nervous! This is my very first AD/MM story and I just hope that everyone who reads it really likes it. Please read and review it. It would mean so much to me if you should review to it.
Harry looked upon the dismal heap of land that was once Hogwarts. His wife Ginny gripped his left arm, as he held onto their six-year-old daughter, Francesca, in his right arm. The entire gang stood behind them. Ron and Hermione were engaged to be married in a few months, Draco was dating a witch from a prominent family, and Neville and Seamus were still single. It had been nearly ten years since they had graduated from the once happy place. But now, it was just a heap of rocks from where the Great Battle had taken place.
"The Order was right," sighed Harry. He set Francesca down and scratched his head. His daughter laughed as she played among the debris and rocks. "There's not much left. He felt a sudden weight lay upon his heart. This had been his first real home since he was eleven years old. It was where he had hoped to send his children and their children and his grandchildren. And even though they had defeated Voldemort in the end, everyone present felt as if they had somehow lost an even greater war.
"I can't believe it," said Hermione sorrowfully. "Hogwarts... gone. The same Hogwarts that once stood high and proud only months ago. Now, it's gone forever."
"Well, I suppose we should look for anything that we might want," shrugged Harry.
"Oh, Harry," sighed Ginny. "I still remember that night in your second year when you saved me from the chamber." Harry smiled, wrapped his arm around her, and then proceeded to walk among the rubble. The small group spent several hours looking through the massive space that was once Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then...
"I found it!" exclaimed Hermione. Everyone looked up.
"Found what, 'Mione?" asked Ron. Everyone went to where Hermione stood.
"Oh, um, nothing," she said quickly, hiding something in her coat.
"Come on, 'Mione, let us see what you found," pleaded Seamus.
"No!" said Hermione strictly.
"Please," begged Neville. Hermione sighed.
"Oh, all right," she breathed. She pulled out a small red and gold diary.
"Whoa, go Hermoine," smiled Ron, patting his fiancée on the back. "Snooping in other people property."
"Oh, Ronald. It's not snooping if someone asks you to find it. Besides, I never said I would actually read it."
"Whose is it, anyway?" asked Seamus excitedly.
"Not that it's any of your business, but it's McGonagal's," huffed Hermione.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!" exclaimed Ron, holding up his hands and smiling. "McGonagal had a diary?"
"Of coarse," replied Hermione. "She wrote in it from our first year until quite recently. Just before the fall of Hogwarts, actually."
"C'mon, let's read it," said Seamus, tugging on her sleeve.
"No, Seamus," snapped Hermione, grasping onto the diary. "We can't do that."
"Oh, why not, 'Mione?" whined Neville.
"Because for one thing, it is rude to pry. And for another thing, this is someone else's private property. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone reading your private thoughts, would you?"
"Oh, no worries about that. I haven't got any," smiled Neville. The others chuckled as Hermione glared at him.
"Oh, loosen up, 'Mione," smiled Ginny. "I'm sure McGonagal won't mind us reading a few passages. After all, she's too busy helping the Order right now to know that we've been reading her diary."
"What do you say of this?" Hermione asked, looking dead at Harry and Draco, both of whom had remained silent through the entire argument. They looked at each other and Draco shrugged. They had become friends only over the past few years when they had been forced to set aside their childish rivalries to help the order hunt down Lord Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy didn't like this son helping the Order, of coarse. But after he had been placed in Azkaban for being a follower of the Dark Lord, Draco figured he couldn't be worse off.
"It's fine with me, as long as I don't take the rap for it," said Draco, holding up his hands.
"What else is new?" smiled Harry as he rolled his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "Alright, I know I'm probably going to regret this, but I suppose it won't do any harm to read one or two passages." Everyone looked at Hermione, smiles plastered on their faces. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Fine," she said, looking at the small group. "We have time for just one passage, bit that is it." The others cheered as Hermione opened to the first page.
"You ready?" she asked. Harry, Ginny, and Francesca sat on a large rock together just a short distance to Hermione's left, Seamus to her right, Neville just in front of her, and Draco a small distance behind her on the off chance someone caught them and he needed to make a hasty escape.
"Ready," the group chanted.
"Sure," shrugged Draco, trying not to sound interested.
"Okay, here I go," said Hermione. She took a deep breath and began to read the first passage.
A/N: Oh, I am so nervous! This is my very first AD/MM story and I just hope that everyone who reads it really likes it. Please read and review it. It would mean so much to me if you should review to it.
Harry looked upon the dismal heap of land that was once Hogwarts. His wife Ginny gripped his left arm, as he held onto their six-year-old daughter, Francesca, in his right arm. The entire gang stood behind them. Ron and Hermione were engaged to be married in a few months, Draco was dating a witch from a prominent family, and Neville and Seamus were still single. It had been nearly ten years since they had graduated from the once happy place. But now, it was just a heap of rocks from where the Great Battle had taken place.
"The Order was right," sighed Harry. He set Francesca down and scratched his head. His daughter laughed as she played among the debris and rocks. "There's not much left. He felt a sudden weight lay upon his heart. This had been his first real home since he was eleven years old. It was where he had hoped to send his children and their children and his grandchildren. And even though they had defeated Voldemort in the end, everyone present felt as if they had somehow lost an even greater war.
"I can't believe it," said Hermione sorrowfully. "Hogwarts... gone. The same Hogwarts that once stood high and proud only months ago. Now, it's gone forever."
"Well, I suppose we should look for anything that we might want," shrugged Harry.
"Oh, Harry," sighed Ginny. "I still remember that night in your second year when you saved me from the chamber." Harry smiled, wrapped his arm around her, and then proceeded to walk among the rubble. The small group spent several hours looking through the massive space that was once Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then...
"I found it!" exclaimed Hermione. Everyone looked up.
"Found what, 'Mione?" asked Ron. Everyone went to where Hermione stood.
"Oh, um, nothing," she said quickly, hiding something in her coat.
"Come on, 'Mione, let us see what you found," pleaded Seamus.
"No!" said Hermione strictly.
"Please," begged Neville. Hermione sighed.
"Oh, all right," she breathed. She pulled out a small red and gold diary.
"Whoa, go Hermoine," smiled Ron, patting his fiancée on the back. "Snooping in other people property."
"Oh, Ronald. It's not snooping if someone asks you to find it. Besides, I never said I would actually read it."
"Whose is it, anyway?" asked Seamus excitedly.
"Not that it's any of your business, but it's McGonagal's," huffed Hermione.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!" exclaimed Ron, holding up his hands and smiling. "McGonagal had a diary?"
"Of coarse," replied Hermione. "She wrote in it from our first year until quite recently. Just before the fall of Hogwarts, actually."
"C'mon, let's read it," said Seamus, tugging on her sleeve.
"No, Seamus," snapped Hermione, grasping onto the diary. "We can't do that."
"Oh, why not, 'Mione?" whined Neville.
"Because for one thing, it is rude to pry. And for another thing, this is someone else's private property. I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone reading your private thoughts, would you?"
"Oh, no worries about that. I haven't got any," smiled Neville. The others chuckled as Hermione glared at him.
"Oh, loosen up, 'Mione," smiled Ginny. "I'm sure McGonagal won't mind us reading a few passages. After all, she's too busy helping the Order right now to know that we've been reading her diary."
"What do you say of this?" Hermione asked, looking dead at Harry and Draco, both of whom had remained silent through the entire argument. They looked at each other and Draco shrugged. They had become friends only over the past few years when they had been forced to set aside their childish rivalries to help the order hunt down Lord Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy didn't like this son helping the Order, of coarse. But after he had been placed in Azkaban for being a follower of the Dark Lord, Draco figured he couldn't be worse off.
"It's fine with me, as long as I don't take the rap for it," said Draco, holding up his hands.
"What else is new?" smiled Harry as he rolled his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "Alright, I know I'm probably going to regret this, but I suppose it won't do any harm to read one or two passages." Everyone looked at Hermione, smiles plastered on their faces. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Fine," she said, looking at the small group. "We have time for just one passage, bit that is it." The others cheered as Hermione opened to the first page.
"You ready?" she asked. Harry, Ginny, and Francesca sat on a large rock together just a short distance to Hermione's left, Seamus to her right, Neville just in front of her, and Draco a small distance behind her on the off chance someone caught them and he needed to make a hasty escape.
"Ready," the group chanted.
"Sure," shrugged Draco, trying not to sound interested.
"Okay, here I go," said Hermione. She took a deep breath and began to read the first passage.