AN: Ok. Here it is, everyone. The last chapter to this story. Hope you enjoyed the story. The sequel will be up in a couple weeks. Maybe sooner if my schedule permits it. So please R&R.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Harry Potter charcters. They belong to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling.
Chapter 16: A New Beginning
Everyone was gathered in the Entrance Hall waiting for the carriages to arrive to take them all to Hogsmeade Station. Harry was waiting for Ginny as Hermione came up with a wicker basket.
"What's that?" He asked her.
"My cat, Crookshanks. I got him at the Magical Menagerie last summer with my birthday money."
"That's the cat." Sirius came up to them as she opened the top of the basket. "The ginger cat."
"This is the cat that placed the order for my Firebolt?" Harry looked at him.
"Yeah."
"You know Crookshanks?" Hermione looked at Sirius.
"Yeah. We're friends."
"Did I just hear that you have a Firebolt?" Ron asked as Fred and George came up to them.
"Yeah. Sirius gave it to me for Christmas."
"Can we see it?" Fred asked.
"Once we're on the train."
"The carriages are here." Ginny came up to them. They all grabbed their stuff and loaded into one with Sirius and Harry's parents.
They reached the station and everyone boarded and tried to find some seats.
"You sit with your friends, Harry." Lily told him. "We'll be sitting with Sirius in the front compartment."
"Ok." He smiled after them and followed the others to find a compartment by themselves.
"Come on." Ron persisted. "Let's see the Firebolt."
"Ok." Harry opened his trunk and pulled it out. It hung in midair at the perfect height for Harry to mount it.
"That is wicked." Fred said as Harry put it away again and got out the Quidditch game.
"I promised Ron the first game." Harry said. "Do you want to play Hogwarts teams or World Cup teams?"
"World Cup. I want to be Europe."
"I'll be Germany, then." As they said it, the miniature figures on the broomsticks changed colors and two game pieces set themselves up on the game board.
"Your dad made this?" Ron asked.
"Sirius helped him."
"Wicked." They spent the remainder of the trip back taking turns playing the game as Harry told them about staying in the Shrieking Shack.
The train slowed down and everyone unloaded and went through the barrier leading back to the muggle world. Harry was immediately besieged by Ron's parents.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank goodness you're all right."
"I'm fine." He smiled as his parents and Sirius came through the barrier.
"Molly," Lily smiled at her. "I want to thank you. Harry told us what all you've done for him."
"It's nothing. He's like another son."
"Is that them?" Sirius spotted three people standing a little ways away. The bony-faced woman stared at them in shock.
"That's them." Harry said.
"Let me at them." James started towards them.
"James, don't make a scene." Lily told him.
"I won't. I'm just going to scare them." He and Sirius walked over to the Dursley's and they cowered away from him.
"I would thank you for raising my son," James stood in front of Vernon. "But you didn't do that great of a job. How dare you lay a hand on my son. How dare you lock him in a cupboard."
"He should be grateful that we treated him so well."
"And you should be grateful that I don't hex you right here, right now, in front of the whole station."
"James, Sirius, let's go." Lily came over to them, not looking at Petunia. "They're so not worth it."
"Harry, let's go." James called. "Dumbledore sent us an owl when we were on the train. He's located the house and has replotted it."
"Ok." He finished saying good-bye to Ginny and followed his parents and godfather out to the parking lot, where a ministry car was waiting for them.
"Fudge's orders." James told him. "Let's all get in so we can go to our new lives."
Harry waved to the Weasley's and Hermione and her parents one last time and got into the ministry car and started towards his new and better life.
THE END
AN: So there it is. The end of this story. I hope you all enjoyed it. I'll be starting on the sequel soon. Please R&R.