Hi! This is my fanfic! I don't think they should have cut out the 19 years so thats why I'm doing it.....enjoy....hopefully...






Chapter 1
The After-Battle Party

It was a very triumphant night and was three o'clock in the morning three nights after Voldemort's death when they decided to have a party in the Great Hall. The party had only just started with an overflowing great hall full of people dancing. It was getting lighter outside and was quite hot since it was in the middle of April. Everybody was eating plenty and there was soon to be no refills left. The elves in the kitchen had to have some time off too. Hermione demanded to Professor McGonnagal to let them go early but contradicted. Harry managed o brake away from his dancing friends and sit down at a table starting to eat a chicken leg. He was silently thinking to himself. Although he should be happy and having a great time, he felt guilty. All the people who died just to save him...just to save one life...he often wondered why he had to be the important one? Why couldn't it havebeen Neville?
"Harry Potter!" yelled a familiar voice over the din. It was the earless Gearge. "Congragulations!" Harry felt a rush of guilt go over him, but tried to hide it.
"Hey, George,"
"I was hoping to catch you Harry, I wanted a word,"
"George I'm sorry about Fred I didn't mean it to happen-"
"It's ok, Harry, you don't have to worry about that now. Just forget the deaths and get on with the future. Are you enjoying the party?" he said obviously trying to change the subject.
"Um...yeah, it's ok,"
"Harry, listen I want to talk to you about something," ignoring him, "I was hoping...well...since Fred has gone..."
"Spit it out,"
"Well, I wondering if you wanted to run the joke shop with me. I mean it's only me running it and I can't do it by myself, and I wouldn't want Ron to do it because he'd just muck everything-"
"Slow down," said Harry, astonished by his request. "Why would you want me to do it?" George responded with a facial expression saying 'Why wouldn't I want you to do it?'
"Harry, you the only one because your good at doing things like the stuff at the joke shop, remember in your fifth year? How you got everyone to do Dumbledore's Army? Stuff at the shop is exactly like that,"
"I'm not sure...I've got a lot on my mind at the moment..."
"Please, Harry," said Gearge, tears coming to his eyes now. "Since Fred has gone, it's really lonely and depressing. It's turning into a cry shop, not a joke shop,"
"Well when you put it that way...I guess I have no choice..." Harry grinned.
"Thanks, Harry," his face lighting up, "I knew I could count on you. You're hired!" he pointed at him before leaving. Harry sighed joyfully and sat back down only thinking of the future.

Fifteen minutes later all the lights went out. It had never happened before.
"Lumos!" whispered Harry with his wand. Nothing happened. Everyone else was getting the same result. Nothing.
"I'm sorry everyone," it was McGonnagal. "I'm not quite sure what has happened," there were murmers. It was absolutely pitch black. A few seconds later everyone was running into eachother. Soon there would be havoc.
"What did you do that for!" someone shouted, and everyone started yelling and toppling over. McGonnagal tried calming down but her voice was to weak. Harry tried lighting a candle but strangely it didn't work. Harry was concerned. McGonnagal blew a whistle and everyone came to an almost arubt silence.
"Now I'm sure there's a reason for all this-" but she screamed and all the lights and magic continued the way they were working before. The only difference is that Professor McGonnagal has disappeared!

The staff went balistic but everyone else carried on as usual. Harry, Ron and Hermione ran up to the staff.
"Hagrid! What happened? Where's Professor McGonnagal?" shouted Harry.
"Why d'you think I'd know that?" he said, trying to alert everyone else there had been a snatch. The crowd soon stopped and realised.
"Hagrid, we need to send a search party, something!"
"Why don't we send owls to the ministry," suggested Ron,
"What the flamin' 'ell d'you think they're gonna do?"
"It was just a suggestion," mumbled Ron, remembering the help they gave them whilst defeating Voldemort.
"We need to think," said Hermione hastily, "we need to inform the Order and send a search party and try to figure out what and how they took her, and why and how they tempararily took our magic,"
"Al'ight then. Flitwick! Send an owl to the Order!"



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