Date: November 2, 2004 Character: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Minerva, Oliver Location: Wales (Trio); Stoatshead Hill (Minerva and others) Status: Private Summary: After seven long years, it's finally over Completion: Complete
"Oh sweet Merlin..." Minerva stared at the page and just blinked. Her hand trembled somewhat, and she readjusted her glasses. She wheeled herself closer to the window - surely the light wasn't quite right. No, the message was still the same. "Voldemort is dead. War is over." There was no doubt this was genuine. The paper crackled and glowed when she touched it. It was a spell she had developed with Hermione, and it meant the message was genuinely from her and had not been intercepted
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It seemed to be a nice day, and Oliver wasn't really interested in unpacking any of his things. Boxes littered his flat and he was restless. They could wait. Searching about for his shoes, he found some and tugged them on before deciding to go for a walk.
Grabbing a light jacket, Oliver raked his fingers through his hair and grabbed his keychain and his wand, checking his pockets for a bit of money. Oliver never really knew just where he might end up, so he figured he'd be prepared for just about anything.
He had been walking down the street, chewing his gum and humming a little tune. His attention had been wandering when he saw a woman darting across his path and he stopped, blinking. What on earth was that? Shrugging it off, he shook his head and continued on his way.
Not ten steps down, he heard the shout. Looking to the voice, he completely stopped his his tracks, his eyes wide. Was that.. "McGonagall?!" He wasn't sure he'd ever heard the woman yell, let alone be excited about anything. What the bloody hell was
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"Oh dear me, It's such good news, Mr Wood!" She waved the parchment in his face. Her racing heart had started to settle. The adrenaline rush was enough to keep her going, but she would have to go and sit down very soon.
"Harry's done it - they've killed Vodelmort! It's all over, he's gone! The war is over!" She shouted again, and knew it would be wise to go and sit down... this was all too much.
"Oh, thank you, dear, for helping me," Oliver gave her an arm and led her back inside. "
Minerva's head was all in a spin as she sat back down. Who did she need to tell? Moody? Kingsley? This was massive news, and they all needed to know.
Oliver blinked. Good news? Oh! He smiled brightly and did a little jig before he saw just how she looked. Oh, Merlin!
He offered her an arm and led her back in, taking half a step back when she sat down. "You're welcome. Can I get you anything? You are alright, aren't you?"
Minerva waved him away as he helped her back into her wheelchair. "Oh, of course I'll be fine. I was just a little... overexcited."
She smiled, a genuine smile. "Oh do excuse me, Mr Wood. How rude of me. Thank you for your help. I'll be right in a few moments."
He gave her a quizzical look and she nodded towards the sideboard.
"Would you be so kind as to get me that bottle over there. I'm sure the mediwizards won't begrudge me a small... medicinal glass of whiskey. Be sure to pour yourself one, won't you dear?"
Oliver blinked. This overly excited McGonagall was new; he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. But he shrugged it off and turned toward the sideboard, pouring them each a glass. Bringing it and the bottle back to her, he offered it, sitting down in a nearby chair.
"Thank you," he said, swirling his whiskey around in the glass. "So it's true, then? It's all over?"
"Well this letter is from Hermione, and well... just see for yourself." She handed the letter over to Oliver.
"Oh, it's finally over!" She was talking nonsense now, but trying to wrap her head around the fact that this whole mess was gone. Voldemort wouldn't be hurting anyone else. Her hand shook, but the whiskey did help calm her down.
She finally realised that Oliver seemed a little awkward. "Oh, relax, Mr Wood. I'm not your professor any longer. It's good to see you again."
It was good to see any of the Order members and assistants in full health, and now that there was no more war, she hoped they would all return in one piece. Which reminded her - how was everyone going to learn the news. She had no doubt the whole town knew by now, but it would be best if the rest of the Order had confirmation from her.
"Oh dear, I haven't got time to celebrate, Mr Wood. I'll have to write some letters, but after that, then we can all go and celebrate."
"Sorry," he replied with a sheepish smile as he took the letter from her. He looked down to read it and he couldn't stop his smile from brightening. "Hooray!"
He couldn't contain his excitement. He handed the letter back to his former professor and downed his whiskey. Which really wasn't all that impressive, seeing as he hadn't poured himself too much, but he finished it and got up to hand Minerva the letter and bring his glass back to the sideboard.
"I've got to owl my parents. And..Is there anybody else you'd like me to tell? I imagine most of the town has heard by now."
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Grabbing a light jacket, Oliver raked his fingers through his hair and grabbed his keychain and his wand, checking his pockets for a bit of money. Oliver never really knew just where he might end up, so he figured he'd be prepared for just about anything.
He had been walking down the street, chewing his gum and humming a little tune. His attention had been wandering when he saw a woman darting across his path and he stopped, blinking. What on earth was that? Shrugging it off, he shook his head and continued on his way.
Not ten steps down, he heard the shout. Looking to the voice, he completely stopped his his tracks, his eyes wide. Was that.. "McGonagall?!" He wasn't sure he'd ever heard the woman yell, let alone be excited about anything. What the bloody hell was ( ... )
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"Harry's done it - they've killed Vodelmort! It's all over, he's gone! The war is over!" She shouted again, and knew it would be wise to go and sit down... this was all too much.
"Oh, thank you, dear, for helping me," Oliver gave her an arm and led her back inside. "
Minerva's head was all in a spin as she sat back down. Who did she need to tell? Moody? Kingsley? This was massive news, and they all needed to know.
There were letters to write. Lots of letters.
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He offered her an arm and led her back in, taking half a step back when she sat down. "You're welcome. Can I get you anything? You are alright, aren't you?"
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She smiled, a genuine smile. "Oh do excuse me, Mr Wood. How rude of me. Thank you for your help. I'll be right in a few moments."
He gave her a quizzical look and she nodded towards the sideboard.
"Would you be so kind as to get me that bottle over there. I'm sure the mediwizards won't begrudge me a small... medicinal glass of whiskey. Be sure to pour yourself one, won't you dear?"
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"Thank you," he said, swirling his whiskey around in the glass. "So it's true, then? It's all over?"
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"Oh, it's finally over!" She was talking nonsense now, but trying to wrap her head around the fact that this whole mess was gone. Voldemort wouldn't be hurting anyone else. Her hand shook, but the whiskey did help calm her down.
She finally realised that Oliver seemed a little awkward. "Oh, relax, Mr Wood. I'm not your professor any longer. It's good to see you again."
It was good to see any of the Order members and assistants in full health, and now that there was no more war, she hoped they would all return in one piece. Which reminded her - how was everyone going to learn the news. She had no doubt the whole town knew by now, but it would be best if the rest of the Order had confirmation from her.
"Oh dear, I haven't got time to celebrate, Mr Wood. I'll have to write some letters, but after that, then we can all go and celebrate."
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He couldn't contain his excitement. He handed the letter back to his former professor and downed his whiskey. Which really wasn't all that impressive, seeing as he hadn't poured himself too much, but he finished it and got up to hand Minerva the letter and bring his glass back to the sideboard.
"I've got to owl my parents. And..Is there anybody else you'd like me to tell? I imagine most of the town has heard by now."
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