The rest of the school year passed with nary any excitement, barring of course Harry's quick meeting with the Dark lord Voldemort.
Harry sat down at the table for the end of term feast, excited for the meal but also dreading what was to happen the next day.
Neither he nor Hermione had mentioned the events that transpired with the dragon and they were quite happy to never mention it to anyone, but both had secretly been researching into the type of dragon and any mention of Alpha's throughout history.
Neither one had been successful in finding what type of dragon they had met but Harry had managed to find a whole section on the once well known island of Berk.
The island had simply disappeared one day, with all but one member of the Viking tribe that lived there making it to a nearby country. The missing member, identified as chief ᚹᛁᚳᚳᚢᛕ ᚹᚩᚱᚱᛖᚾᛞᚩᚢᛋ ᚹᚨᛞᛞᚩᚳᚲ III, was never found or given a proper Viking burial and the chiefdom was transferred over to his cousin ᛋᚾᚩᛏᛚᚩᚢᛏ ᛁᚩᚱᚷᛖᚾᛋᚩᚾ.
It was surprising that the island and it's people were even mentioned in the book at all given that there were no magical people recorded to have ever resided there, but the people of the island had many stories of raising, training, and fighting many different types of Dragons.
The book didn't go into detail about the stories or even anything else to do with the people of Berk, but Harry was sure that there might be something more to the book than meets the eye, so he took it to Madame Prince to see if he could borrow it. To his surprise though she was unable to even see the book and scolded him for wasting her time, even kicking him out of the library for the rest of the day.
"Oh Harry, I'm so excited to be going home, well I'm not going home straight away, we're going to visit some family over in Canada first, did you want me to get you anything while I'm there, like a gift for your birthday?" Hermione said excitedly sitting down beside him.
"huh, oh um anything's fine… but only if you want to, I don't want to be a burden… you know what don't worry about me, you just have fun, I wouldn't be able to get anything until we come back to school anyway." Harry replied caught off guard by the offer.
"oh, why wouldn't you be able to get anything over the holidays?"
"Well my Aunt and Uncle say that holidays are family time and unless the packages are from family we shouldn't open them during the holidays?" good job thinking on your feet Harry, now she won't questions about how you like a gift cause she'll be there when you open it. "the family time also means I can't do my summer homework, as my Aunt always says No Exceptions."
"Well okay, I guess I can use the extra time to pick something you'll really like now that my deadline for your birthday gift is in late August." Hermione was suspicious but was willing to relent just this once.
With that conversation over Harry looked to the staff table which had filled up while he and Hermione were talking, it was weird to see the empty spot where Quirrel once sat but Harry was relieved that there was no threat to him in the castle anymore.
Professor Dumbledore stood up and the hall which was filled with a light chatter, silenced.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts...
"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."
A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table.
It was a disheartening sight. "Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."
The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...
"First — to Mr. Ronald Weasley..." Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. "...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"
At last there was silence again.
"Second — to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears.
Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves — they were a hundred points up.
"Third — to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet "for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."
The din was deafening. Those who could, did the math, while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points — exactly the same as Slytherin.
They had tied for the house cup — if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand.
The room gradually fell silent.
"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."
Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. (HP:PS ch17)
They had won the cup, snatched it right from the hands of Slytherin house.
"Yes, congratulations Gryffindor , I believe that we are now in need of some new decorations," Dumbledore Clapped his hands and the hangings that were once Slytherin Green and Silver, were now Red and Gold. "and without further ado, you may all dig in."
The next morning everyone was in a rush to get all their belongings packed and ready, well all but Harry who had packed his last night.
"Hey Harry you'll write to me over the summer won't you? I may be able to get mum to invite you over for the last few weeks even." Ron said while looking under his bed for a pair of socks that were on top of the bed.
"Yeah I'll do my best, gotta let Hedwig out to fly sometimes, and I would be very happy if I could stay at your place." Harry replied, looking down at his watch "hey everyone the train is leaving soon, we've got to get to the entrance hall."
What followed was a faster rush of the boys scrambling to find their things, as Harry walked out the door.
It was an eventful year if Harry were to be truly honest, but even though the year was over, there were still mysteries to unfold and while he may be stuck at the Dursley's at least they don't know that Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school.