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Me Against the World

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Once Luna distracted everyone, I could walk out of the Hall with Ron and Hermione without anyone bothering me. As we walked to Dumbledore's office, I told them everything that had happened since we last saw each other. What I didn't tell them is that seeing them alive was the best thing that had happened that night.

When I first reached his office, I honestly thought that the DEs had come back. It took me a minute to recognize the noise for what it was: applause. All the portraits in Dumbledore's office were cheering. I looked up, and Dumbledore's portrait was crying.

I told him my plan: "I lost the Resurrection Stone in the Forest--it'd probably be best if I just left it there. And since I'm the Elder Wand's master now...well, if I die a natural death, its power will die with me, right?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"And if I keep the Cloak...?"

"Of course, Harry."

"All right." I had just one more thing left to try. Since the EW was the most powerful wand in the world, I figured--or at least hoped--it would be powerful enough to fix my old wand. So I took out the pieces of my old wand, set them on the desk, and tried Reparo with the EW.

It worked. I knew it as soon as I picked up my old wand.

As we walked out of Dumbledore's office, Hermione asked me what I was going to do next.

"I'm going to bed," I said. "I think I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."

Short though it may be, that seems like an excellent place to end this fic. Thank you all for sticking with me throughout these past few months as an innocent question--"What would happen if the Harry Potter characters started a blog?"--became the longest and most successful fic I ever wrote. Thank you all for making it so.

But it's not over yet. So follow me, my loyal readers, into The Hogwarts Blog II.