Harry was used to having his words misinterpreted whenever he wrote an article to the Daily Prophet. This time though, to his surprise, it didn’t happen and his article had exactly the intended effect.
Hogsmeaders decide to throw a welcome party for Flora and her family in an attempt to redeem themselves. It was supposed to be a surprise party, but Hermione’s insistence was that Flora would go out of the hospital wearing her best clothes. Coincidentally or not, it was Christmas. So the decoration of the streets and shops helped them to make a great feast in the middle of main street near the station of Hogsmeade. The distribution of Christmas presents followed it. Flora reached Hogsmeade with Hermione, where everybody was waiting for them. Flora’s eyes got wet when she read the words of welcome in silvery letters floating high above a large table. All residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts were present, along with Ron and his sons, and Harry, Ginny and their kids. To Flora’s surprise, Draco, Narcissa, Astoria and Scorpius were also invited. Her aunt, noticeably uncomfortable, was sitting next to Aberforth.
Flora joyfully hugged her children, her husband and then quickly got around the table to see Neville, Hannah and the Little Joanne. The baby girl was really beautiful. Afterwards she apologized to the others, and then asked them all to consider themselves hugged and kissed. She could spend the whole party greeting everyone, but then it’d be a shame to let all that food cool down.
The table of an unspeakable size was flanked by benches. A dark green table cloth, white candles, blue flowers, silver ribbons, and several baskets with tropical fruits brought from Brazil, finely decorated the table. The food in silverware was also quite rich. It was prepared by the Hogwarts’ elves, also sitting at the table. Everything was steaming hot and smelt delicious. A derailleur spell kept the snowflakes from falling onto both the people and the feast, forming a sort of dome around everybody. It was pleasantly warm inside.
The distribution of gifts was a little different than usual: each family brought a gift to give to another family. There was a small stage behind the main table so that families could go and make the gift exchanges over there. Madame Rosmerta went up the stage before dessert was served:
“At the request of Ron Weasley who suggested that we should give opportunity for the dinner to settle before we enjoyed the sweets; let’s start the community exchange of gifts. Please Felipe, Flora, Ricardo, Lia and Yan do come up here.”
The choice to start the distribution of gifts with Flora’s family was intentional, so that when the circle closed, they, the honorees, would be receiving their presents, and that would be the highlight of the feast.
Felipe had brought gifts for Aberforth, Hagrid and Filch who had signed in the "families list" as being united not by blood, but rather by fire whiskey. Each of them received a barrel of whiskey, wrapped in papers with Teddy Bears, and tied with a red ribbon that ended in a big bow (Ricardo had idea of wrapping everything in paper with this childish motive, and Lia, to tie them with the ribbon, Yan wanted to add a little garnish of nettles to it, but their father vetted it). After receiving the barrels, the three men gave gifts to Ron and Hermione’s family, who in turn gave presents to Hogwarts’ unmarried teachers, who did the same to the Malfoys, who gave gifts for Rosmerta and family. They gave to Professor McGonagall, who gave the Hogwarts elves new clothes (as usual she did) and so on… Then, came the time for the Potters to give presents to the Ferreiras. James gave a Yan a WWW Snackbox for him to have a good entrance in Hogwarts in the future, Albus gave a book about magic curiosities to Lia, and Lily gave Ricardo a book about Quidditch, full of cards with players’ pictures (he joked that he preferred cheerleaders’ pictures, but thanked her for the present). Ginny gave Felipe a racing broom, which made his eyes glitter. It was Harry’s turn to give, but he made a little speech before handing over his present to Flora:
“I’ve recently heard from a friend that we shouldn’t judge people by their appearance, because it can change.”He lightly touched Flora’s hair and also his belly that protruded slightly over his belt. The audience laughed at that. “We shouldn’t judge people for what they can’t do because no one can do everything – except Hermione, of course” a new row of laughter. “We shouldn’t judge people for their origin, color, shape, race, ancestry ... However, we ended up doing the same error that Voldemort and his followers did years ago: we judged his daughter by her origin. The fact that she was reared and educated by a Muggle family didn’t have any importance, nor had any importance to the fact that she and her family gave us daily examples of good character and conduct. It was enough that detractors distorted reality in favor of prejudice, and gave no opportunity of explanations for everyone to believe what they wanted to believe: Voldemort and Bellatrix’s daughter couldn’t be a good person, nor her family” `The audience stood in absolute guilty silence. After a brief pause, he continued: “However, we’ve always been proud to listen to everyone’s defense. And so we did: we all heard Flora’s alleged victim who ended up telling the truth after being given a few drops of Veritaserum. Who wouldn’t do the same thing as Flora if they were being attacked and having their clothes torn by a maniac? Who wouldn’t do something worse? No, we prefer to point out the more obvious: a powerful witch – Voldemort’ daughter - attacked an innocent Muggle. We can’t generalize as many did, as not all Muggles are innocent and harmless. We can’t generalize as the Muggles either, by stating that every witch or wizard is bad. We know that. I invite you to learn how to see the others beyond their appearances, in addition to blood origin, social position, and… before judging anyone, observe and try to understand them. Because of all this, I’ll be giving Flora three gifts...”
Turning to face Flora, Harry handed her a huge bouquet of assorted colorful flowers, together with a scroll tied with a red ribbon rolled up, and on the other hand, went on:
“Everyone who has come to this meeting has brought a flower, so that we could together form a big apology plea. You can't imagine how hard it gets in December to bring flowers, because by common practice, no one canconjure a flower or cast a spell. They were all taken from everywhere in the world and brought for you. We hope that you like it.”
Flora smiled and looked around at everyone.
“The second gift comes straight from the kitchens of Hogwarts ... It’s a selfish one, you’ll soon understand why: it’s the secret recipe of the blueberry pie specially prepared by the elves of Hogwarts – because yours are good, but theirs are just wonderful – and finally...”
Harry gave Flora a narrow timber box wrapped in iridescent colored paper:
“Your wand, that Ab carefully kept safe on that fateful afternoon.”
Flora, who was so emotional and already had teary eyes since the beginning of Harry's little speech, could barely see what he was giving her. She grabbed the box in her hands: she knew that that was her permission to be again who she had always been: a real witch. She opened the box, took out her wand and made silver sparks come out from its tip. She hugged Harry. Then, she took care to release him faster than she wanted to. She spoke looking at all of them:
“I have no words to thank you for all you did for me tonight. I'm not perfect; I’ve also made many mistakes. I’ve walked on easy paths that led to unpleasant ends. Nevertheless, to be able to admit our own mistakes and apologize for them is one of the qualities I most admire; perhaps one of the noblest ones. I admire you all. Thank you. And sorry if I'm crying. It must be my hormones...”
People clapped. McGonagall asked to speak:
“Perhaps this is neither the place nor the time for that, but I decided to breach the protocol and invite you right now for the post of Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, which is vacant due to retirement of the beloved professor Sony Adams, Flora Gressler Ferreira”
“I accept it!” Flora replied, tears welling up in her eyes, unable to control the flood of her emotions any longer.
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