Harry Potter And The Forger Of Worlds 52 Coincidence, I Think No

Now that the self proclaimed lord was slowly burning for the rest of eternity, Nova turned and looked at Hermione.

"Ok we are good here. Lets get you to bed." Nova told her. As they started to walk off Nova stopped, and turned to look towards the door.

"Hey Old Man, I know you are there. You might want to do something with the two idiots that are pa.s.sed out in the other room. I mean seriously might as well make yourself usefull after arranging this little stunt."

Nova then brought Hermione up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, completely ignoring Dumbledore who let the spell wear off.

A few days later, Nova was walking down to the Great Hall. It was decked out in the

Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.

Nova of course didn't feel like going to the end of year celebration, but when he heard if was going to be a feast. Well lets just say the idea of dessert was oddly tempting. When Nova arrived he was greeted with a lot of noise and saw everyone wearing cones on their heads. Which of course he did not understand.

As Nova looked around he saw almost everyone was here. All that was missing was the two idiots and the old man. Nova also saw that the blonde, Daphne was not present either but he heard from Hermione that she didn't show up after the holiday, something to do with family matters. But Nova wasn't too concerned, he had a feeling he would see her in a few months.

After a few moments, Harry and Ron walked in there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. They both slipped into a seat beside Hermione

at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at him.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were…you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts.…
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"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Nova could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. Pathetic was all Nova thought. All the theatrics was boring, he wished the old man would talk faster so they could get to the food. It has been litteral months since Nova last ate something.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…

"First — to Mr. Ronald Weasley…" Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. "…for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

At last there was silence again. "Second — to Miss Hermione Granger…for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione buried her face in Nova's arm; Nova strongly suspected she had burst into tears or was trying to hide her embarra.s.sment. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves — they were a hundred points up.

"Third — to Mr. Harry Potter…" said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. "…for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoa.r.s.e knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points — exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup — if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him.

"Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, with a horrible, forced smile. He caught Harry's eye and Harry knew at once that Snape's feelings toward him hadn't changed one jot. This didn't worry Harry. It seemed as though life would be back to normal next year, or as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts.

While everyone was still cheering, Nova could only sigh, and hope that they would eventually get to the actual feast. That is if anyone even remembered about it at this time.

And like that the end of the week came and it was time to leave the castle. Their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays ("I always hope they'll forget to give us these," said Fred Weasley sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didn't attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.

"You must come and stay this summer," said Ron, "both of you — I'll send you an owl."

"Thanks," said Harry, "I'll need something to look forward to." People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called:

"Bye, Harry!"

"See you, Potter!"

"Still famous," said Ron, grinning at him.

"Not where I'm going, I promise you," said Harry. As Nova and Hermione walked out of the gate, he saw Hermione's family waiting for her. And then he saw a little girl waving and pointing, "There he is, Mom, there he is, look!"

It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron.

"Harry Potter!" she squealed. "Look, Mom! I can see —"

"Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point."

Mrs. Weasley smiled down at them. "Busy year?" she said.

"Very," said Harry. "Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, it was nothing, dear."

Letting Harry finish talking Nova then went up to Ron's family as well. As Nova looked at the little girl, Ginny, he let out a small smile.

"Greetings Mrs. Weasley. I am Nova. I want to thank you for the gifts that you sent during the holiday." Nova said to her.

"It was nothing dear. I hope Ron hasn't caused too much trouble to any of you." Mrs. Weasley inquired.

"Hmmm. . . I would say that. But if he learned to use his brain a bit more it would be better than having it collect dust." Nova told her honestly.

"I do agree that it would be better if Ron could excel somewhere in life." Mrs Weasley said. "But Nova you are more than welcome to stop by during the summer."

"I may take you up on that after I do some traveling." Nova said while walking away.

As Nova walked back towards Hermione, he saw her approaching with a large smile. He wondered what had happened in the last few minutes.

"Hey Nova guess what my father and mother have decided to go to France for our summer vacation." Hermione said.

"Really? How convenient." Nova said with slight surprise in his voice.

"Convenient? What do you mean?" Hermione said with a serious expression on her face.

"Well the Old Man, Dumbledore, asked me to go to France and speak with some Flamel person. Turns out the stone I used for Helena was his." Nova explained.

"You don't think that. . ." Hermione began to say as she trailed off.

"That Dumbledore had something to do with this. Maybe. I don't see any magic lingering around their minds so we should be good. All that matters is that you spend quality time with you family." Nova informed her.

'Coincidence I think not. The old scoundrel thinks he can get a leg up on me, he has another thing coming.' Nova thought to himself, as he and Hermione went to join her parents.