How It Should Have Ended Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harry finally found his coat and was putting it on. "Funny cause this holiday isn't ending soon. Can you tell Higgins I'd like to drop out of that project?" Harry already knew the project he spoke of, he nodded lightly. "I can't with her- it's just- I can't. He should tell them I died or something." "Oh, he will. After he maims you himself," Harry responded, "so yeah, y'all got this. I'd call you or probably forget to so hit me up if you need my help with something."

"Well, that's the end of that nightmare." Xander nodded, his jaw clenched. "To think he caused so much pain and fear." Hazel added, "We can finally move on without looking over our shoulders." Seth tightened his grip on me, a reassuring presence. "It's over, Naomi. We can start fresh." I nodded, my eyes still fixed on the lifeless form. "I just never thought it would end like this." Connor smirked. "It end perfectly if you asked me." Seth turned his gaze to me, his eyes swimming with curiosity. "How did you think it would end?"

I nodded and let out a pained, tight-lipped smile. "You're going to get all that's coming to you, Harry." I say as I make a decision in my mind. Harry's rule must come to an end.

Whether he succeeded or not is unknown. The End

My words were a sharp blade as they stripped away his last pretense and all his excuses. Samuel's face went pale. He wanted to argue with me, but nothing came out. He thought that once Rachel was gone, we could go back to the way things were. He did not understand that once something was broken, it stayed broken. "Mom..." Morgan approached me, crying as he reached for my hand. "I really know what I did was wrong now... I don't want Rachel anymore… I only want you..."

The emblem on the pendant caught the fractured light: a snake and a dragon coiled around a sword and shield. I didn’t know why that symbol terrified me more than the carnage, but something inside me clicked. Execution... a message, this was not random terror... it was a meticulously planned purge. The men vanished as quickly as they had appeared, disappearing into the broken arches, their laughter echoing down the nave. An oppressive silence settled, the kind that follows a funeral, heavy and suffocating. Blood seeped across the marble toward me, a slow tide of inevitability. When the gunfire ceased, I lay still, breath shallow, my mind a whirl of disbelief and numbness. Time stretched, each

A comment about the novel featured there, something about the author having gotten the ending wrong in a way that was somehow more honest than a correct ending would have been. And I had laughed. A real laugh. The kind that came up before I could shape it. The kind that reached my eyes. I had not thought about Solis. I had not thought about the second report or the clear photograph that had not yet been obtained. I had thought only about the book and the wrong ending and Harry standing on a sidewalk in a plain dark jacket saying something funny in the specific way only very precise observations are funny. Thirty-seven seconds. That was how long we had stood there.

This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times. So much for being a descendant of the Sun God! I was running out of time. I needed to do something. There was no escape. I couldn't outrun him. I couldn't even if I tried, because my ankle got hurt when I fell. I closed my eyes tightly. He was so close to me now. This was It! It was the end of Hazel Valentine! I braced myself for impact! I wish I never Fucking left the car and followed Zander into these stupid woods, I thought to myself.

There was no breath. "He's gone..." Edith murmured, almost in disbelief. Lilian, too, checked for any sign of a pulse. There was nothing. Her eyes glinted briefly with joy. Wendy hadn't saved Harry—she had killed him instead. It couldn't have worked out better for Lilian! She glanced at Harry one last time, the man she had loved for so long but had never been fully hers. Once, her love had burned hot; now, her hatred ran just as deep. Death was the perfect ending.

What do you really want? Harry was no longer surprised that Grace could read his anxiety or what was going on around him and Debbie. “You're exaggerating, it's not like what all you say. She and I have nothing going on.” “Then why do I see you wailing now, here?" Grace demanded clarity. “That's because...” Because it all ended up in the wrong place. He didn't know when this relationship came to an end, although Harry never expected anything. But it shouldn't have ended this way either, that being his question and regret.