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Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 696
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: 12+
Warnings: Mild Language
Genres: Fluff, General
Characters: McGonagall, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Harry/Ginny
First Published: 08/18/2010
Last Chapter: 08/31/2010
Last Updated: 08/31/2010
Summary:
bloody brilliant banner by veneficus @ tda
“Remember those who died valiantly trying to stop Voldemort. Now off to bed, pip-pip!”
The Welcome Feast of the year after the Final Battle
-based on a section from my songfic Random Moments
Chapter 1: Four Months Later
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The returning students shuffled into the Great Hall talking loudly about their summers. Professor Mcgonagall looked at them with a protective and caring expression.
She would die for any of them. Last year had been a living hell for the students – and her. She had watched them been tortured and had been unable to do anything.
As the students all sat down she noticed a few familiar faces. A few students had returned to repeat their seventh year. Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger to name a few.
The doors creaked open and the first-years came in. Leading them was her good friend Professor Flitwick (deputy headmaster) and Hagrid (the Gryffindor head of house).
Everyone watched the hat. Then:
The battle has been won
No, no, not by one
But by all who defended
Our castle and apprehended
The Dark Lord Voldemort.
The war is over, yes it is
But why do this? It’s not a pop quiz
I must sort you into your houses
Here you might find your spouses
Yes let’s get on with it then.
In Gryffindor you’ll be brave
In Slytherin you might be cunning
In Hufflepuff you’ll do your best
In Ravenclaw you might get straight “O’s”
Yes yes those are our houses.
Well that is all for my little song
Why was it so short, you might ask?
Well, why must I sing when we are at peace?
Professsor Flitwick cleared his throat and squeaked, “When I call your name, come up and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head.”
“Ancestra, Robert.”
SLYTHERIN
“Cickle, Samantha.”
HUFFLEPUFF
The sorting carried on and eventually it ended with Joseph Yunt getting sorted into Ravenclaw.
Professor Mcgonagall stood up. “Before we begin our scrumptious feast made by our faithful House-Elves, I would like to say a few words.”
She motioned to a short man to her left. “This is Professor Sawyer. He will be our new DADA professor. Welcome.”
The students applauded loudly and motioned to young man on her right. “This is Professor Burbage. He will be our new Muggle Studies professor. Welcome.”
Polite applause filled the Great Hall. Some students wondered if he was related to the previous professor.
“Hmm… One more thing! Our caretaker Mr. Filch would like to remind you of the list of banned items hanging in his office. All Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes are allowed this year as a special treat.”
The students started cheering loudly. Professor Mcgonagall cracked a smile. “Now let the feast begin!”
Dishes appeared in front of the students and staff. Professor Mcgonagall helped herself to some roasted potatoes and chicken. She became engaged in a conversation with Professor Sawyer.
Soon she noticed Ginny Weasley and briefly wondered if she was still in a relationship with Harry Potter. She asked Hagrid of this.
He answered with a booming laugh, “Of course they are!”
Eventually the deserts replaced the main course. Mcgonagall found herself in a good conversation with Professor Trawlaney.
But all to soon it was time for her to address her students.
“I have a few more words to say before we go off to bed,” said Professor Mcgonagall from the front of the Great Hall.
The deserts disappeared off the table as if they had disapparated. The students stopped talking to listen to her speech. “Last year was a terrible time. I am deeply sorry to those who went through it.”
Some students started clapping at her speech but she continued talking, “Those students who fought in the Final Battle deserve our gratitude and thanks.”
She continued, “Let me make one thing clear. If any student tries to bring this school back to the way it was last year I will expel them before they can say Voldemort.”
Many students flinched when they heard the name. Professor Mcgonagall smiled sardonically. “I am not afraid to say his name. Voldemort is dead. There is nothing to fear.”
Students nodded. “I cannot promise that this year will be your best year ever… But this year will always be remembered, as will the missing students…”
“Remember those who died valiantly trying to stop Voldemort. Now off to bed, pip-pip!”
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