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Harry Potter's last word: Write your own Book 7 ending
In an interview in 2005, J.K. Rowling confirmed that, as of that time, the last word in the final Harry Potter book was "scar". How do you imagine the final page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will look? Write your own ending for the book and share it with us! The only requirements: Please write one to three paragraphs max, and the last word of your entry must be "scar".
UPDATE: The Last Word is No Longer Scar!
Friday night (7/6/07) on the Jonathan Ross show on the BBC, J.K. was asked if "scar" still the last word in the book, as had been reported, and she said, "Scar? It was for ages, and now it's not. Scar is quite near the end, but it's not the last word." So, please continue with our three paragraph fantasy endings, but you no longer have to make "scar" the last word if you don't want...
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Dudley was sitting on the drive when harry arrived home. Muggle policemen and inspectors were moving around, shifting through the rubble. A small team from the press had gathered behind the cordon, along with neighbours and passers by. All of them were hushed and ashen faced. The rain sleeted down through them, making the grim place seem so much colder. Their country had been shaken, and it all boiled down to this little house, on a quiet street: number 4, Privet drive. Harry calmly walked through the crowd, stepped over the cordon and walked up to dudley.
"I don't know how to explain.." Harry began.
"Don't," dudley looked at harry in a way he never had before. But it wasnt fear, or sorrow, or anger. He had seen things the like of which he would never see again, but his piggy eyes weren't scared. His face had no emotion whatever, and he watched as the boy with the scar he'd grown up with, taunted, bullied and beaten, laughed at so many times and mocked at any chance, walked up to the rubble that had been his home, bowed his head and silently started to shake, with the tears he cried.
Posted by Dai Kelland from Cwmbran, Wales on July 10, 2007 05:24 AM
harry awoke suddenly to the loud thumping on the door. he quickly unlocked it to see his aunt holding a small frying pan. "here make breakfast for dudley," she ordered. he leaned back in agony and realized it was all a dream. hogwarts, dumbeldore, hermione, ron it was all gone. but then he heard a familiar voice knocking on the door "open up!" he shouted then harry realized who's voice it was, loud but soft. hagrid he whispered...he felt his forehead its still hear, he thought i still have my scar...
Posted by rose from groton on July 10, 2007 06:16 AM
It was Harry's new house in Godrics Hollow. All was messed up in his room, under his snow white owl Hedwig's cage was a paper of Daily Prophet - 'The chosen one finally ed the most feared person feared by the wizarding world Lord Voldemort! [no need to be scared as he is ] Lets hear the tradegic story from Harry Potter himself -
"It was the night of Halloween [Lord Voldemort's birthday and day] I was after his last horcrux[explanation of a horcrux on pg. 5] his snake Nagini when...[continued on pg. 11]
Posted by Anvi Modi from Mumbai,India on July 10, 2007 08:25 AM
Harry open his eyes, dazed after being thrown back by the power of the expelliarmus spell. Harry quickly glanced to his left, his wand had landed by the coliseum wall. It was over. Voldemort accioed the wand and with a wry smile, Voldemort broke it in two.
As voldemort moved closer to harry, he tried to flee but his legs wouldnt work. His back was broken from the fall. Voldemort crouched next to the paralyzed harry and pushed his wand to his neck. "its over Harry Potter! No longer you be the boy who lived!" Suddenly there was a rustle in the dirt. Voldemort and harry looked up. Chuck Norris was standing in the ring with them. A swift roundhouse kick to Voldemorts face vanquished the foe.
Harry looked, dazed, up at his saviour. A flash of light split across harrys face and darkness fell over him. Ron and hermoine arrived seconds later to find harry and voldemort in the ring. As they stared at their departed friend, they couldnt help but notice that the lighting scar was gone; replaced by a bad ass footprint. Love couldnt save harry from Chuck Norris. Harry is thus remembered as the boy who d like all others that came in contact with Chuck Norris' anger.
Posted by Chuck from Texas on July 10, 2007 09:43 AM
What Happenned to the Trio
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley where married when Ginny was 20 and Harry was 21. Four years later they had James, when James was two they had Lily, and when Lily was two they had Evan. Harry was first an auror, helping to capture and sentence all the remaining Eaters after Voldemort's defeat. Then, at the age of 35, he became head of the auror office. At age 45, he became the youngest ever Minister of Magic. He loved that job, but after a while decided to try something else, so when the then Headmistress of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, retired, he, at 70, became the youngest headmaster ever, a job he held until age 109, at which point he retired. As for Ginny, she loved being a stay at home mom until Evan turned 11, then she began teaching Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, a job she held until retiring at age 110. Lily went on to become the head of the auror office, Evan became part of the magical law enforcement squad, and James became an Unspeakable. Since they were married they have lived in a beautiful Hogsmeade mansion.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were married when they were 22. They had five children: Bill, Jane, Maggie, Arthur, and Molly. Ron was an excellent auror until he retired from that job at age 75, at which point he decided to open his own place, which was very much like the three broomsticks, only he called it the five wands. Hermione stayed at home caring for her children until Molly turned 11 and went to Hogwarts. At this point she began teaching Transfiguration at Hogwarts. Incidentally, at one point at Hogwarts Ron was teaching charms, Hermione transfiguration, and Harry the Headmaster. Maggie and Molly were both stay at home mothers of five children each, Jane became a healer at St. Mungo's, Bill became part of the Department of Magical Co-Operation, and Arthur part of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Posted by Dumbly Dore from whatdouthink on July 10, 2007 2:52 PM
After the war had ended, there had been a mad rush of weddings and babies. Mrs. Weasley said it had happened after the first war, too. People just wanted to celebrate the good things in life. The first of Harry’s friends to get married had been Neville Longbottom, of all people. He and Susan Bones had both worked in the Apothecary in Diagon Alley after Hogwarts had closed, and romance blossomed soon after. Seamus Finnegan and Demelza Robbins were next, followed by Lavender Brown and Oliver Wood. Oddly enough, it was this spate of weddings and all of their friends marrying young that turned Hermione off the idea. Although Ron would have married her right out of school, Hermione wanted to wait until the furor over the end of the war had d down. She didn’t want to be accused of having it influence her decision.
Harry’d had no such qualms. He had asked Ginny to marry him on the Hogwarts grounds during their last day at the castle. She’d accepted, and they were married only a few months later on the first of September. That day had always been one that Harry had counted down to reach, so he wanted something to always mark the significance. He was proud to say that September the first had dramatically changed his life for the better on two separate occasions.
He’d thought he and Ginny would have a small wedding right at the Burrow surrounded by the Weasley family and a few close friends. Mrs. Weasley and the Wizarding world had other ideas. They’d ended up getting married at Hogwarts in a morning ceremony before the students had arrived.
Harry had gritted his teeth and borne the fussing and fawning because he knew he was the one who won in the end. He got to be married to Ginny, and he’d never regretted that decision. Using the money Sirius had left him, they’d bought a very private, secluded bit of land not too far from Ottery St. Catchpole – but not too close, either. They’d built their own house – one with plenty of land for a Quidditch pitch, decorated and furnished the house together, and four months ago, their son, James Harry Potter had been born. Harry chuckled, remembering how desperately Ginny had wanted a son. Weasleys always had sons, but her brothers liked to tease her that since she was the girl, she’d have girls. Of course, that only made Ginny determined to prove them wrong. Harry had watched her stick her nose in the air, and her eyes narrowed with that ‘I-can-do-anything-you-can-do’ attitude that he loved so much about her. He knew that technically the sex of the baby was determined by him, but he’d never doubt Ginny’s . He was certain that their next child would be a girl simply so Ginny could prove to her brothers that she could also do what they couldn’t. Harry didn’t care. He was just happy to see his family growing rather than shrinking for a change. He’d told Ginny he didn’t care if they had two children or twenty, he just wanted James to have a sibling so he’d never be alone. Ginny had stroked his cheek fondly while insisting it wouldn’t be twenty.
Posted by Brandon from Berkeley, CA, USA on July 10, 2007 5:30 PM
And yes, Voldemort was there...according to plan. Harry crept closer, ever closer, in his Invisibility Cloak. If not for Dumbledore, I wouldn’t even have this, Harry thought, and tried to fight back his tears. Voldemort heard the slight rasp of Harry’s trainers on the hard concrete floor, and his head swiveled to where Harry stood. “Who’s there?” Voldemort demanded. Harry held his breath. Could Voldemort see through Invisibility Cloaks? The memory of Mrs. Norris came to him and he nearly laughed. He stifled it quickly—Harry knew silence was of the essence here.
“Ah, it’s you, Pettigrew,” Voldemort said in a silky, snakelike voice. Harry came closer and quietly drew his wand. This would burn a hole in his cloak, but he didn’t care. Expelliarmus! A wand flew into the air. Harry whipped off his cloak and deftly caught Voldemort’s wand. As Harry came into visibility, Voldemort started, surprised. This was not going along with the plan. Harry turned to Voldemort and put his hands up in a gesture of peace.
“Okay, I know what this looks like—I’m all destined to you and stuff, y’know—but hear me out for a second. Voldy—I can call you Voldy, right?—I have to tell you something. So just wait a second.”
Voldemort stared. Either through surprise or curiosity, Harry didn’t care. He continued in his Valley Girl-esque monologue.
“Voldy, as I was tramping all along England looking for your stupid horcruxes...I realized something. Dumbledore said that in the prophecy, I had “power the Dark Lord knows not...” and he said that was love. But how the hogdoodle would I be able to use love against a wizard as powerful as yourself? I thought and thought, fighting off your Eaters all the while...and then it hit me. All I can do with love is love.”
Voldemort could very, very vaguely see where this was heading. Harry looked Voldemort right in his snake-like slits for eyes and said with conviction:
“Voldy, I love you.”
Voldemort stepped back as though burnt. “You don’t really mean that,” he hissed. “You can’t mean it.”
“Oh, yes I do!” said Harry. “We have a ton in common, Voldy, y’know? We’re both orphans, both half-and-half, both Parseltongues...well, what’s not to love about you? C’mere, give me a hug...”
Voldemort,, still confused, said nothing as he hugged Harry. His wand, still in Harry’s fist, was just a couple of inches away...
Then excruciatingly white-hot pain hit Voldemort like he had just jumped onto the Sun. With a roar of despair, Voldemort flung himself to the floor. This stupid boy, barely seventeen, had just defeated the great Dark Lord. He loved him...and for a fleeting second, Voldemort thought he might love him ba—
Harry watched as Voldemort’s soul, or what was left of it, fled the earth. The Dark Lord was . Harry knelt next to the pale and supine corpse. As he heard the muffled shouts of Aurors rushing towards the room in which he sat, he slowly traced with his finger on Voldemort’s forehead...he traced for Voldemort’s body a new lightning-bolt scar.
Posted by Bekah from Ohio on July 10, 2007 7:03 PM
Somber clouds were drifting heavily above his grave. As the coffin of harry potter was lowered, cries were being heard from around the world, with one exception.
A child, in the arms of a fiery red head with silent, but proud proud tears rolling down her face, was giggling a soft mellifluous innocent giggle. that belonging to only one who had never experienced the unimaginable evils that had occurred in the past few years.
The red haired, freckled child turned its head towards the grave. Just at that time the child became silent, as it looked through its emerald green eyes at the lifeless form waiting to be lowered into the ground.
The last lines of Ron's eulogy went something like this: Some say lightning is the most powerful surge of energy known on earth. Well i say to those people look at him (points to harry) look what he did. He didn't use power to defeat V-Voldemort, he protected his son, like Lily Evans Potter did so long ago. Yea maybe Harry James Sirius Albus Potter Jr. never fully understand what his father did, but i know one thing. Harry Potter , and forever be, the Boy who Lived.
Posted by chels from oklahoma city, oklahoma on July 10, 2007 10:34 PM
There were three marriages going on in Godric's Hollow. Lord Voldemort had been ed and vanishqued. There, standing in front, were the three couples--Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley and Luna Lovegood, Hermoine Granger and Victor Krum.
Neville Longbottom and Severus Snape had sacrificed their lives to Voldemort. Snape turned out to be good. He had deflected three ing curses threw on Harry by Voldemort and at last Voldemort ed him with the Avada Kedavra. Neville was ed by Bellatrix Lestrange and griefstruck, Harry ed her.
Posted by Harry Potter from Hodsmeade,Hogwarts on July 11, 2007 02:34 AM
All they could do was run. Without a wand, a wizard or witch was basically useless. Especially four Year Seven's and two Year Six's. Luna tripped. "Luna!" Hermione ran back for Luna. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lord Voldemort cast his spell. Hermione push Luna to a side and jumped backwards. They both avoided the spell. It hit the ground metres away from both Luna and Hermione.
They were in a graveyard. The same place where Voldemort was resurrected. "KILL THEM!" Voldemort told his Eaters. Harry looked at Voldemort and ran to him and grabbed his wand. "Accio wands!" Harry cried. Harry and his friends all got their wands back. "EXPELLIARMUS" they all cried, each pointing at a different Eater. They were all pushed backwards but they held thier own against the attack.
The Eaters revealed themselves. The first was Bellatrix Lestrange. Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy who had recently escaped from Azkaban prison. Alecto Carrow. Amycus Carrow. And of course Peter Pettigrew. "I have waited so long to finally get rid of the last Longbottom! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Bellatrix exclaimed. It hit Neville squarely in the chest. He fell back - . "NEVILLE!" Harry and the rest of the group fell to their knees.
"You ed him! YOU KILLED HIM!" Harry screamed. "You'll pay!" Ron screamed, "SECTUMSEMPRA!". Bellatrix fell, her blood gushing everywhere. Suddenly the world stoped. Everything was still. Except for Harry and Voldemort. "What happened?" Harry asked. "I momentarilly stopped the Earth from moving and Time from ticking" Voldemort laughed at his abilities. "Voldemort! This is where you !" Harry sted his wand. "AVADA KEDAVRA!".
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort also threw out his final jinx. But he was just too late. Voldemort was . Harry's forehead which was hurting horribly, worse then it had ever before finally stopped throbbing. The world started spinning again. Time started flowing. The Eaters looked at their fallen leader.
Harry fell. "You... ed our... POTTER KILLED... LORD VOLDEMORT!" Draco Malfoy spat. "This is revenge for everything Potter! Goodbye! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry dodged the attack. "NO! NO! NO! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Malfoy Jr. threw three curses. Harry was hit by one this time. He was alive but barely.
"Hermione. You've been such a good friend. Ron. You've always been there. Ginny. I love you. Luna. Your great. I'm glad that I've met you guys." Harry breathed his last. The last thing he saw was his father, mother and Sirius rushing up to him and carrying him off. He felt no more pain in his scar.
Posted by DyLaN from Melbourne, Victoria on July 11, 2007 02:40 AM
Harry still couldn’t believe one of his best friends, Hermione, was gone. He fought back tears as he stole a glance at Ron; tears were streaming down his face fast. It was all his, Harry’s, fault that Hermione had d. She had gone with him to defeat Voldemort, and had d while trying to defend him. Harry didn’t think he could feel so miserable with Voldemort gone. He looked away from Ron, and rested his eyes upon Hermione’s tomb. At least she saw Voldemort before she took her last breath, thought Harry.
Ron looked at Harry, “You managed to defeat him, Harry… You managed to push him into the room of love where he suffered with the magic he overlooked. Hermione was proud… I know she was,” he said with tears still running down his cheeks. Harry thought he heard Fawkes’ song. It seemed to soothe him; he looked at Ron, who had stopped crying to listen.
Harry sat there, thinking about all the things that had happened over the past day as the song went through his head. He had fulfilled the contents of the prophecy; he felt power rush through him, he had done it, not because the prophecy said he was destined to do it, but because he wouldn’t have rested with Voldemort trying to hunt him down. He ran a hand across his scar; the only relic that Voldemort had left behind. Harry had done what Dumbledore set out for him to do, and he was proud of it.
Posted by Hibah on July 11, 2007 07:30 AM
Hermione looked down at her two best loyal friends. Harry and Ron lay on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. She looked at Harry's forehead and gasped in astonishment. The lengendary lightnig bolt scar had vaniched for ever. The 'Dark Lord' was really gone.
Posted by Esther Doerr from Woodside California on July 11, 2007 2:21 PM
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