How It Should Have Ended Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Was it safe to call this a happy ending? ~THE END~

I can’t believe this is happening. THE END (Keep an eye out, there's an Epilogue chapter and a couple of chapters for Killian and Theo)

Kelvin raised his face up at the young sprouting sun, soaking in what appeared to be his last breath. He two last wishes, this was one of his last wishes. He doubted if David was going to grant his other wish. At this moment, escape was far from what he was thinking. There was always an end to every journey, finally, this was the end of his own journey. Hoping it would only be for him, he gave the sun a sad smile. Wondering how David might choose to end him, he sulked in a plunging breath and began to think of his life. There was nothing he would have done differently. He had done exactly what he had to do to survive.

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

That was so weird… “How come?” I failed to stop my mouth from speaking even before the words automatically just escaped from my mouth, “I am so sorry for interrupting but it was just so unexpected! Like, we are literally in the climax now and then you will tell me, we are at the end of the story now?!” “Unfortunately…” he sighed deeply once again, “yes…” “That’s so sad…” I told him while I was pouting.. “The magic has already ended even before the music started and it was all because of the traumas of the past.” He explained with a deeper voice, his smile had now fully faded.

We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads. I sit with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and our drink while he starts the movie. I forgot the straws so i get up but harry grabs my wrist and stops me. "Where are you going ,claire?" he asks. "To get the straws for the drink." I say and roll my eyes. "There's no need for straws" He says. "Then how will we drink it? . I mean there is only one glass but if you want to share -" I am halfway done with my words but harry stops me midway by placing his finger on my lips and shushing me.

I simply asked him, “Was it worth you losing your life over this?” “Very much,” he spat. “You took that throne from someone. It never belonged to you. You came from out of nowhere and changed everything. You twisted everything and made us all your puppets. I have lived for this moment. Knowing you’ll fall is the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. Now, do your worst. See you in Hell.” I didn’t have to raise my sword. Harry did it for me. He cut clean through his neck, decapitating him. He then looked at me and asked, “What the hell is he talking about?”

I asked, hoping to find some glimmer of hope. "They've been dead for years now... My brothers are dead, and I'm the last one in the family tree. So whenever death is ready, it can come and claim me. Like this, I'll get to be with my wife in heaven," Harry replied, his voice devoid of emotion. I realized that he had truly resigned himself to despair, and it was hopeless trying to beg him to hold on to hope. We continued walking in silence, side by side, until we reached the door leading to the outer space. As we stood there, I decided to make one final plea.

I feel the burning of the knife in my back. "I have saved your life, and you do this to me. It is shameful that you are such a fool. My spell will not die with me. You have to stand your death sentence. You will die with me here tonight. It is a very powerful spouse, and it cannot be removed unless I do it, and I won't do it cause you put a knife in my back," I say. I know I am dying slowly, but so is my murderer. I close my eyes, and I know I will feel no peace. I know there is no good place where dark witches can go. I also know that Harry will end up where I will be because we are not good creatures. We will end up in hell with all the dark gods. I do not know if I am happy or sad. I hear

Daniel said and ended the call. I looked at the screen of my phone and sneered. 'He was really after my shares,' I thought. I didn't like the idea of getting treatment when I found out I had cancer. I hated hospitals, and if Daniel had not insisted and brought me to a doctor who examined me and said I was in the last stage and nothing could be done, I think I would have fallen and died just like that one day.