Do you think HP should have had a different ending? A different story? Post your thoughts.

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I really wish Tonks and Lupin din't die.

wow if i could write a story i wouldn't have hogwarts be that destroyed

i think the Weasly twins should be twins...not one half of a pair of twins...if you understand that...

I think the Epilogue should have had more.

[quote="☆ Eקíc Tσηкs ϟ"]I think the Epilogue should have had more.[/quot]

i think that it is good the way personally

The whole websiteshould make their own ending

Hermione's left arm ached and was too stiff to move, her head whirled and she wasn't quite sure of where she was any more as she scrambled across the school grounds in search of cover. Sharp whines and whistles pervaded the air only to be accompanied by thunderous booms and desperate voices shouting urgently as spells and curses alike found their marks. Tears sprung into the young woman's eyes as anguished screams rose up behind her. Hermione's legs shook beneath her as she and a few others tried to gain some ground. She was so tired, and weary she knew that if she could only just rest, just for a moment that all would be right.

The scream that rose from her throat however was so shrill, so terrified, animalistic and unexpected, so unlike any sound she'd ever heard in her life she would have thought it had come from another if her lungs and throat did not burn from the rush of expelled air. A deafening blast had erupted beneath her feet, sending the girl hurtling to the earth hands on ears and body trembling with the force of the blow. Tears flowed freely now as she gripped the grass between her fingers, dragging her self onward. Hermione's wand and only weapon, her only means of defense had rolled several feet away from and she now struggled to regain it.

What was she doing here? She wasn't a soldier, what did she know of true battle, of war? Books yes she knew every secret any book could contain but here, now, no amount of knowledge could save her. Why wasn't she at home surrounded by the love and laughter of her parents instead of here where screams of death on both sides filled her ears and flooded her mind with the gruesome and grotesque visages of Death and War. "Why?" Hermione sobbed into the grass. Suddenly a familiar voice cried sharply out. Trembling she scrambled on her belly towards a mass of mousy brown hair slick with red. "Oh, God, oh God, Colin! Colin?" Hermione screamed sitting up as she pulled the boy's body towards her. "Please, come back, oh please!" she wept rocking herself as she held him. Colin, young, annoying, sweet Colin, was gone, just like that, a candle blown out by the wind.

It was a miracle that she would survive such a barrage sitting and holding a dead boy as she did, but miracles are seldom long lived. Harry Potter was dead, their last champion and hope gone. Voldemort stood now unopposed and the gaping maw of the precipice of doom seemed ready to swallow them all whole. It was a dizzying, humbling experience as the Death Eaters tore Hermione away from Collin's remains and lining her up on her knees with the rest of the children. They would make examples of them for the rest of the world to quake before. A large slightly calloused hand suddenly gripped her own, Hermione looked and saw Ron, he was struggling to remain conscious the glistening burns which covered most of his body evident of the wear he'd seen. Her tears renewed themselves as she looked at the state of him.

He smiled to her gently though, and she returned it before taking the hand of the person to her left. They looked at one another without recognition, she was from Hogsmeade, Aberforth had brought her along with the others to help change the tide of battle, it hadn't worked. The woman's hair was grey and her eyes teary but still she squeezed Hermione's offered hand and looked a little less frightened of the end. Though she didn't know this woman Hermione suddenly desperately wished she had. It was then that Hermione felt the wand brush against her hair as it was lowered to the back of her head. She knew without looking this was happening to each and every person who now knelt in a row. From where she was Hermione could see the sickening, serpentine visage of the victorious Dark Lord, and the ashen tear streaked faces of Draco Malfoy and his mother, for once Hermione pitied him. Then as with one voice the Death Eaters began to recite the killing curse, Hermione closed her eyes, never to reopen them...

Hermione your's is so dark...and awesome!!!!

Hermione yours is amazing and totally wicked

i think that it is good the way personally


I think the Epilogue should have had more.







I kind of see both sides with this one

Hermione wrote:

Hermione's left arm ached and was too stiff to move, her head whirled and she wasn't quite sure of where she was any more as she scrambled across the school grounds in search of cover. Sharp whines and whistles pervaded the air only to be accompanied by thunderous booms and desperate voices shouting urgently as spells and curses alike found their marks. Tears sprung into the young woman's eyes as anguished screams rose up behind her. Hermione's legs shook beneath her as she and a few others tried to gain some ground. She was so tired, and weary she knew that if she could only just rest, just for a moment that all would be right.

The scream that rose from her throat however was so shrill, so terrified, animalistic and unexpected, so unlike any sound she'd ever heard in her life she would have thought it had come from another if her lungs and throat did not burn from the rush of expelled air. A deafening blast had erupted beneath her feet, sending the girl hurtling to the earth hands on ears and body trembling with the force of the blow. Tears flowed freely now as she gripped the grass between her fingers, dragging her self onward. Hermione's wand and only weapon, her only means of defense had rolled several feet away from and she now struggled to regain it.

What was she doing here? She wasn't a soldier, what did she know of true battle, of war? Books yes she knew every secret any book could contain but here, now, no amount of knowledge could save her. Why wasn't she at home surrounded by the love and laughter of her parents instead of here where screams of death on both sides filled her ears and flooded her mind with the gruesome and grotesque visages of Death and War. "Why?" Hermione sobbed into the grass. Suddenly a familiar voice cried sharply out. Trembling she scrambled on her belly towards a mass of mousy brown hair slick with red. "Oh, God, oh God, Colin! Colin?" Hermione screamed sitting up as she pulled the boy's body towards her. "Please, come back, oh please!" she wept rocking herself as she held him. Colin, young, annoying, sweet Colin, was gone, just like that, a candle blown out by the wind.

It was a miracle that she would survive such a barrage sitting and holding a dead boy as she did, but miracles are seldom long lived. Harry Potter was dead, their last champion and hope gone. Voldemort stood now unopposed and the gaping maw of the precipice of doom seemed ready to swallow them all whole. It was a dizzying, humbling experience as the Death Eaters tore Hermione away from Collin's remains and lining her up on her knees with the rest of the children. They would make examples of them for the rest of the world to quake before. A large slightly calloused hand suddenly gripped her own, Hermione looked and saw Ron, he was struggling to remain conscious the glistening burns which covered most of his body evident of the wear he'd seen. Her tears renewed themselves as she looked at the state of him.

He smiled to her gently though, and she returned it before taking the hand of the person to her left. They looked at one another without recognition, she was from Hogsmeade, Aberforth had brought her along with the others to help change the tide of battle, it hadn't worked. The woman's hair was grey and her eyes teary but still she squeezed Hermione's offered hand and looked a little less frightened of the end. Though she didn't know this woman Hermione suddenly desperately wished she had. It was then that Hermione felt the wand brush against her hair as it was lowered to the back of her head. She knew without looking this was happening to each and every person who now knelt in a row. From where she was Hermione could see the sickening, serpentine visage of the victorious Dark Lord, and the ashen tear streaked faces of Draco Malfoy and his mother, for once Hermione pitied him. Then as with one voice the Death Eaters began to recite the killing curse, Hermione closed her eyes, never to reopen them...

a little much don't u think?

Never too much
The story is awesome and wicked.
Love it

Moaning Myrtle wrote:

i think the Weasly twins should be twins...not one half of a pair of twins...if you understand that...

I agree. I don't think Fred should have died. I once saw a picture of Harry Potter fan art online and it had George looking in the Mirror of Erised and seeing his brother standing next to him

Eקíc M ϟ wrote:

Moaning Myrtle wrote:

i think the Weasly twins should be twins...not one half of a pair of twins...if you understand that...

I agree. I don't think Fred should have died. I once saw a picture of Harry Potter fan art online and it had George looking in the Mirror of Erised and seeing his brother standing next to him

Aww...that is so depressing.

Dobby85 wrote:

Eקíc M ϟ wrote:

Moaning Myrtle wrote:

i think the Weasly twins should be twins...not one half of a pair of twins...if you understand that...

I agree. I don't think Fred should have died. I once saw a picture of Harry Potter fan art online and it had George looking in the Mirror of Erised and seeing his brother standing next to him

Aww...that is so depressing.

Now that is sad very sad. I agree with Dobby85

Eקíc M ϟ wrote:

Moaning Myrtle wrote:

i think the Weasly twins should be twins...not one half of a pair of twins...if you understand that...

I agree. I don't think Fred should have died. I once saw a picture of Harry Potter fan art online and it had George looking in the Mirror of Erised and seeing his brother standing next to him

yeah i don't get any of this plz explain?!

Fred dies George is very sad. It's like losing a relative. Which would normally make you sad. The mirror is explained well in the books and movie
The mirror shows what you want I'm pretty sure so George wants his brother back. That's what I understand
Anyway this is so sad!

Crookshanks wrote:

Fred dies George is very sad. It's like losing a relative. Which would normally make you sad. The mirror is explained well in the books and movie
The mirror shows what you want I'm pretty sure so George wants his brother back. That's what I understand
Anyway this is so sad!

i agree now that you explained it a little

Lavender45 wrote:

Crookshanks wrote:

Fred dies George is very sad. It's like losing a relative. Which would normally make you sad. The mirror is explained well in the books and movie
The mirror shows what you want I'm pretty sure so George wants his brother back. That's what I understand
Anyway this is so sad!

i agree now that you explained it a little

Great

i don't know why hermione and harry didn't end up together

its just the way the book is

I don't think that Cedric should have died. I didn't think that Harry had to marry Ginny. I wanted a longer post script.

I thought Cedric was rather annoying but was a good character in the plot. The post script should have been longer.
Harry and Hermione should have ended up together