Harry Potter Epilogue Novels & Stories

So, I reluctantly handed the task of dealing with Roy over to Harry and walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink straight from the bottle. Harry approached Roy, whose leg had now completely disappeared. Taking up a blade previously used by Peter, Harry aimed directly at Roy's neck, preparing to sever his head without giving him a chance to wait for death. Ethan, as an extra precaution, set up a protective barrier to prevent Roy from escaping, though the likelihood of that happening was slim to none at this point because Roy had exhausted all his strength enduring the pain caused by the magic potion, and now he lay helpless, allowing Harry to proceed with the execution.

"Whatever you want it to be, Leo. The 'Source-Code' is yours now. Just make sure you leave plenty of room for 'Error'." The Final Sunrise The story concludes with a final image of the Hawke family standing together on the ridge. The "230k-word" epic of "The Gilded Cage" had transformed into the "Song of the Unindexed." They were the ghosts who had returned to the light. They were the "Broken" who had become whole.

That was more than enough. The End

"Find..." "...the Hall of Echoes..." "It holds..." "...the truth." Her hand slipped from mine. Her eyes closed forever. The only person who might have known the complete prophecy... Had been silenced. And somewhere beyond the academy walls, James smiled. The game had entered its final stage. Emilia's POV No one spoke. The clock tower stood in an oppressive stillness. Professor Evelyn lay in my arms, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, peaceful in death, as though she had spent her final moments guarding one last secret.

I head straight to the last part of the last chapter, my hands twitching as I tap on it, my eyes scanning the words while adjusting through a veil of tears. The scene unfolds before me, a cruel mockery of reality. There’s my wedding with Hugh, the vows we had exchanged, the promises of forever. The book ends with me and Hugh kissing after the priest said, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” But, there’s no mention of me returning to my world. My fingers hover over the screen, the weight of desperation pressing down on me. I open the email section of the app and begin to compose a message to the one person who may hold the power to change my fate, like she did before - Author Agness.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

It’s okay. Author’s Note; It’s only the epilogue that remains and will be updated tomorrow noon. Every of your questions will be answered in the epilogue but yes this is the ending. Also I’m aware of the typos and will rectify everything once I’m done writing. Thank you for reading 😊

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 12:30 PM "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." Dumbledore said, and saw that he had Erik's attention. He took a deep breath and continued.

***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~ ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** So here is the Epilogue, I hope you enjoyed the book while reading as I enjoyed writing it. If you like the story, don't forget to drop your views and rate the story. Thank you for the love and support, I got from all of you, my wonderful readers 🙏🙏🙏

Arghhhh I should have read the epilogue first. 'Epilogue before Prologue' is the motto of people who have trust issue. Those who have trusted but were disappointed. That's why I don't want to get attached to the characters! Because are not even real yet they still do die. Now I'm starting to have trust issues. When I get the book back from the dog. I will surely read the epilogue first, I'm afraid all of those romantic dialogues would be washed down in vain! All of my expectations might crumble like a sand castle. Even though I might have learned some important things, I could never relax, and don't trust too much.