Chapter 180-End of school year (part 2)

HARRY'S POV

Taking down the entire clutter of Acromantulas in the forest with only magic required precise planning.

While the giant spiders don't have defenses against magic, they have numbers, and even if just one of them would manage to reach him, with their venom and strength, he won't be able to resist.

As they aren't resistant to magic, Harry decided use both muggle and magical means and after creating an enormous amount of Draught of Living Death for two weeks, he bottled them up before transfiguring the bottles into grenades and transfiguring his knockout gun into a grenade launcher.

It wasn't as difficult as imagined to take out the spiders when he had a concrete plan.

He first flew above the forest on his broom, making sure he is just above the colony before shooting 30 grenades into it.

After waiting for more then five minutes, Harry sent SCAMER to search the colony, who came back after an hour with a the news that every spider inside is sleeping.

After which, came the exhausting three hours work of putting each and everyone of the over 300 spiders inside his expended bag, from which he took out Nagini and all the other things that were inside the day before to make sure nothing happens.

For the next week, Harry spent every second he wasn't sleeping or practicing music with his friends mind wiping the Acromantulas with the exception of their desire to procreate and create silk, plus he changed their loyalty to their leader to become loyalty to him before strengthening it to the extreme.

He was pretty sure, that the only reason no wizard had has done that before is that to do that You have to knock down the beasts, and to do it is far harder them kill them.

Which meant, that by the end of the month he was exhausted and planning on taking the first week of the summer as a vacation, of course, before that, there was a song that needed to be sang to the Hogwarts population.

FRED'S POV

Even if he doesn't think about the Triwizards tournament or the apparent resurrection of Tommy, this year was exciting.

Starting with selling their own line of brooms, which were as good as almost any broom on the market and three times as cheaper.

Then the start of selling the game to everyone in Britain and expanding to France.

And finally joining forces with their father to create a magical TV, which was work in process.

All that without mentioning the band they created, the pranks he and his brother did, or the fight they had with Harry- the boy-who-keep-giving-them-headache.

Seriously, first he doesn't want their father to know he is part of the company and now he adds the dungeons bat into it?

Not cool!

Though, he could understand the good that comes up from it, with lower potion prices they can help those that like their family don't always have money for cures, and he after so much time with Harry he understand the fact that if their world doesn't change, it will become exposed, leading to the death of more people that the war killed, and that to do that, making purebloods start using magical technology is a must, which would be much easier with Snape.

It didn't mean he had to like that, nor does it mean that Harry won't get seriously pranked as retaliation, though that's for later, for next year, now it is time for the Leaving Feast.

"There is much that I need to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, as he started his speech.

"Most importantly, is about the return to life of Lord Voldemort."

A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall. People were staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, in horror. He looked perfectly calm as he watched them mutter themselves into silence.

Fred could understand, the last war killed many people, and each and every one of the magicalborn students grew hearing tales of horror, as for the muggleborns? They probably heard enough about the deaths of muggleborns last war, and felt the discrimination that happens even today.

"The Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so - either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that everyone deserves it.

There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with the return of Voldemort."

Dumbledore went on. "I am talking, of course, about Marcus Potter."

A kind of ripple crossed the Great Hall as a few heads turned in Marcus' direction before flicking back to face Dumbledore.

"Marcus Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

"He duel with him and hasn't given up for a second, showing the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort, and for this, I honor him."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Marcus and raised his goblet once more. Everyone in the Great Hall followed suit. They murmured his name, including the Slytherin table, though many smirked mockingly as if they know an inside joke, and, though Harry didn't seem to have it, his eyes glint with laughter and mischief, something neither Fred nor George would deal with as they promised to stay out of his revenge.

When everyone had once again resumed their seats, Dumbledore continued, "The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened - of Lord Voldemorts return - such ties are more important than ever before."

Dumbledore looked from Madame Maxime and Hagrid, to Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, to Viktor Krum and the Durmstrangs at the Slytherin table.

Both of the foreign champions looked weary at the headmaster, as if they knew something about him, and with their growing friendship with Harry, maybe they did.

"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again - in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemorts gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

"It is my belief- and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken - that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder, we have to unite, it is the only way to pass the dark times ahead." With that he sat, and Fred knew what is about to come next, after all, they practiced the song for the last week.

"Thank You for your lovely speech headmaster." The four illusions appeared and Tommy talked "But, we would also like to give a massage."

With that the song started.

TOMMY

There's gonna be a fight

There still might be a war

For the moment we've got danger on the run

BELLA

And things will get bad

Before they will get better

It may feel like an ending but the battle's just begun

SEVERUS

Are we ever gonna once have it easy?

LUCIUS (SPOKEN)

Nope!

TOMMY(SUNG)

Feeling ready

BELLA

Feeling stoked

SEVERUS

Feeling queasy

BELLA

We could fail but we have to try

TOMMY

Don't feel bad 'cause we're usually about to die

ALL

Bring on the monsters

Bring on the monsters

Bring on the real world

Bring on the monsters

Bring on the real world

TOMMY

There'll be times when your faith is shaken

BELLA

They're breaking your heart? Then try to hear it pound

SEVERUS AND LUCIUS

Got to know where the real fight lies

BELLA

When it's time to rise

And stand your ground

TOMMY

We don't have to go it alone

LUCIUS

They'll put us in a box but we won't be contained

BELLA

You keep hoping

You keep your eyes open

TOMMY

'Cause magic shouldn't ever be restrained

ALL

No, I'm never gonna once have it easy

I'll make mistakes, but my own, and it frees me

Year's over, it's time to begin

ALL

And if you're looking for trouble then count me in

ALL

Bring on the monsters

Bring on the monsters

Bring on the real world

Bring on the monsters

TOMMY

Bring on the real world

Bring on the real world

Bring on the real world

The real world

And I'll be back next year

You'll see me again

I'll be back next year

I'll survive 'til then

I'll be back next year

You'll see me again

I'll be back next year

I'll be back next year

I'll be back next year

You'll see me again

I'll be back next year

I'll survive 'til then

I'll be back next year

You'll see me again

I'll be back next year

I'll be back next year

When the song ended there was applause, and Fred could see the smiles return to most of the school population.

When it ended, Tommy once more opened his mouth.

"I don't know what the future holds, nor do I care that much. Yes, there is gonna be a fight, there might still be a war, but we shouldn't have to be down about it, we should cherish the fun we can have today."

With that the illusions disappeared, leaving behind a much lively, happy Hall than when they appeared, something that made Fred and George look at each other and smile, hoping the smile will stay on for the summer.