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At laaast! The final installation of Voldemort's Demise! I hope you've enjoyed this story! There will be more stories coming soon, so stay tuned and thanks for the reviews, esp. JP Vulcan, Aftertaste of a Razorblade, and Esperanza! I'll keep checking out your stories as well! The usual disclaimers and also in case anyone wonders where Cornelius Fudge went in my stories, he's left the Ministry in Harry's sixth year; I think it'll be in relation to the floo-jacking incident. I'll explain it more as I add more stories. Meanwhile, enjoy!

Voldemort's Demise

By: CNJ

PG-13

4: Victorious Gryffindor Champions

Harry:

What a weekend we had! Actually, what a week the wizard/witch community of London had! The Gryffindors came back to Hogwarts late Saturday afternoon to an overwhelming hero's welcome. The dinner that night was a spectacular feast and several members of the ministry were there to congratulate us and McGonagall and Dumbledore formally awarded the Gryffindors ten thousand points. McGonagall and Hooch also were formally awarded by the Ministry for their courage. The Great Hall fairly shook with whoops and mirth.
"...and for each of the Gryffindors..." the Minister of Magic, Merle Branswith announced. "A medal of honor." With that, a medal appeared around each Gryffindor's neck.
"Wow..." several of us gasped. The medals were beautiful! I gasped as I looked at mine and the others examined theirs.
"Wicked..." Ron grinned.
"And with that joyous note..." Dumbledore added with a huge smile. "Let the feast begin!" The food was more fantastic than usual and we dug in. Word about my scar being gone spread through Hogwarts like a spilled potion and I lifted my bangs an awful lot that night to show them my now-scarless forehead. My bangs are sort of parted on the left side since I was sixteen, so finally I ended up borrowing Neville's comb and combing my bangs so they parted on the right side where my scar had been, so the others could peer over. Of course, I blushed all over again and had another ton of food with a red face.
"Wow, I'm finally stuffed," Hermione leaned back and stroked her stomach with a grin.
"Me too," Ginny added. "I hardly had room for dessert." I was full too and the fullness made me pleasantly sleepy. The Daily Prophet had appeared in the middle of the table with the food and of course the headline read Voldemort Finally Permanently Defeated!!! It went on to read about us Gryffindors gathering around to squash the evil out of him and had brief interviews with McGonagall, Hooch, and Dumbledore. And it also added that at this moment wizard/witch towns and cities all over were celebrating, including Hogsmeade, Godric's Hollow, and Lyric's Lot. Hogwarts has proved itself one of the finest schools in the world to turn out fine young women and men of courage and love, the article finished. There were magical photos of the celebrations and of a groups of aurors examining what had been Voldemort's robe and footage of Quarry Grounds where we'd defeated Voldemort. The issue was extra-thick.

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The next week passed in a haze of triumph. Classes were canceled for Monday and Tuesday, so we had a bit of a holiday. Owls poured in all week congratulating us and Aunt Miranda sent me one as well as Sirius. My friends also got letters congratulating them. If only your mum and dad were here to see what a fine young man you've developed into, Aunt Miranda had written. They would be speechless with pride and joy. Thinking of my dear, dear parents brought tears to my eyes and I had to wipe them away as I re-read the letter on Tuesday evening and owled her back. Once classes were back on Wednesday, it was still a bit of a circus, especially since reporters from various newspapers, mostly from the Daily Prophet came and interviewed various students and took several group shots of the Gryffindors. And naturally, they had plenty to say on my scar's disappearance. Rita Skeeter caught up to me in the hall and took a photo while using her wand to blow my bangs upward some. I grinned sheepishly and obliged her. Friday's Prophet had the picture and there was a short article that announced, The scar that had so long marked the forehead of the young wizard Harry Potter, who is now a seventh-year student at Hogwarts, is gone. Supernatural analysts believe it is the vanishing of the evil spirit of Voldemort that finally dissolved the scar tissue, which allowed the skin to heal and the scar to vanish. Harry says he still is just beginning to believe that he is finally free of the scar and it'll take some getting used to. I smiled ruefully as I read the article at breakfast that morning. Me, the fodder for supernatural analysts, I thought. Yes, it would take a bit of time to touch my forehead and not feel the pitted lightening-shaped scar there that had so long dominated my forehead.
"I say you still look the same," Cheria grinned at me.
"Kind of like a haircut or something," Ron added. "A little different, but still basically the same. I noticed your part is on the right side now." It was true. Up until I was sixteen, I'd just had my hair straight down and no part really, but once I started my sixth year, I'd layered my thick black hair and sort of parted it down the left. I still had the bangs, but they were parted too and had covered the scar. Now I didn't have the scar to worry about any more.
"More flexibility without the scar," I quipped. We all laughed some, then finished our food and got ready to head to class. We took the outdoors way and headed across the courtyard to get to the classrooms.
"Hey, it's snowing!" Hermione called. Sure enough, in the early December wintry light, small flakes were meandering down from the sky.
"I hope we have snow for Christmas," Ginny added.
"Me too," I added. It wasn't a heavy snow and it didn't appear to be sticking, but it gave enough of a holiday feel to remind us that Christmas was less than a month away. In addition, with Voldemort gone for good, we all knew this holiday season would really be a reason to celebrate.

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