Update II (9/11): Jo says it ain’t so!
Update (9/9): The Ticket, a gossip mag, is reporting that J.K. Rowling said: “I’m up to about 750 pages now, but I’m not telling anyone what happens to Harry. I’ve just come along to support Rupert who’s absolutely terrific in Driving Lessons.”
If true, great! Book 5, Order of the Phoenix, was over 800 pages.
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Calling all bored-at-work Harry Potter fans on this wonderful Friday!
It’s time for a Harry Potter meme. Since I have no time to update my little Fantasy Fiction for Christians blog, poor lonely thing, I’ll link to it. If you can spare the time, check out the entire Harry Potter category.
I rarely blog at FFC anymore, but Travis Prinzi at Sword of Gryffindor is all over the symbolism and mythology in the books. He inspired this meme post.
Author J.K. Rowling is hard at work on Book 7, writing in longhand, no doubt. She’s already said at least two characters are done for. Is The Boy Who Lived destined to sacrifice himself for his friends?
A seemingly ordinary 11-year-old who thought his parents were killed in a car crash learns that he’s a wizard hunted by the most evil wizard of all, the same one who killed his parents and tried to kill him. Through Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, we’ve shared Harry’s triumphs and disappointments, knowing the worst was yet to come. Millions of people all over the world are captivated by Harry Potter and anxiously await JKR’s final book, where we’ll follow the adventures of soon-to-be 17-year-old Harry to their conclusion.
As you may know, JKR reportedly said that scar was the final word in the already-written final chapter of Book 7, the as-yet unnamed final Harry Potter book. I thought we’d have some fun today and write our own version of the last few paragraphs of the final book in the series.
Read my version below the fold. SPOILER ALERT!
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Ron could hardly believe a year had passed since he, Harry, and Hermione had stood under the beech tree at Hogwarts after Dumbledore’s funeral. As they prepared for the unknown, they knew their decision not to return to school was something they were compelled to do in order to hunt down Lord Voldemort. Ron certainly hadn’t wanted to earn the distinction this way, but he had finally done something better than any of this brothers: killing the most evil wizard the world has ever known and avenging the deaths of untold numbers of innocent people.
Fighting alongside Harry and destroying the remaining horcruxes, and ultimately, Lord Voldemort, was an adventure beyond imagining. Harry not only fulfilled his destiny, but Voldemort’s final destruction had to be. Harry will be remembered for all time by witches and wizards everywhere.
Even in death, ironically, Harry Potter will always be The Boy Who Lived, Ron thought. He not only sacrificed himself so that others, including Ron, would live, but so that no one else would die at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Harry was the final victim of the Dark Lord’s twisted hatred. Ron couldn’t bear to dwell on how it happened.
As he watched the orange sun slink below the horizon, Ron knew it was time to leave Hogwarts grounds. Hermione would be leaving St. Mungo’s tonight. The healers were finally able to break the Death Eater’s nasty hex; there would be no scarring. So many people were killed in the war against Voldemort, including his own brother [Percy]. He and Hermione were lucky. The only physical reminder of his battle with the Death Eaters was a small mark on the back of his left hand. He stared at it.
It reminded him of Harry’s scar.
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Hey, I’m no JKR, but it’s not bad!
Put on your fiction-writing hats. Your passage can be as long or short as you want it to be. Check out this ending written by another Christian Harry Potter fan.
Have good weekend, readers. 
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(Oh, I’m in. I love HP and I love to write, so hopefully this will be good–but I’m really coming up with it off the top of my head here).
Hermione felt the cool earth on her hands as she propped herself up in the grass. She had dozed off a little bit, which was funny, seeing as she didn’t remember being tired. She was sitting on the hill overlooking the lake, with the majestic outline of Hogwarts Castle on the opposite shore. It was late evening now; the sky was ablaze with the gold and reds of sunset, yet there was a calmness there too.
Calmness. It was something she hadn’t experienced, not truly, for the past three years, ever since Lord Voldemort had returned that fateful night in June. But he was gone now, and she thought about at what price the calmness had come. She wondered if it was worth it. Then she remembered that Harry thought it had been, and that’s why he had made that sacrifice.
She was unsure if Ron had yet to come to terms with the loss of their friend. He was currently in Gryffindor tower, absentmindedly packing his things in preparation for the trip back to the Burrow. Hermione did not want to disturb him now. She knew he would deal with things in his own time. He was Ron, after all, and that was one of the many reasons why she loved him.
Love. It amazed her that love was still possible, and that it had been possible all along. As she looked at the castle, she realized how much she loved that place, how much she loved those seven years that had taken place within those walls. She also realized how painful it would be to leave it.
But it was the good kind of pain–the pain which holds within it promise for the future. It was strange, but the pain that she had felt at Harry’s death was somewhat similar. Yes, she knew that he was dead, but in some ways she knew he could never die. He was, after all, the Boy Who Lived, and through his death countless lives would have a second chance–including hers and Ron’s.
She decided to go in, back to the Castle for the very last time. But as she rose to get up, she saw the space where her hand had been. There in the dirt was a symbol that she had unknowingly traced during her moments of reflection. As a small tear rolled down her cheek, she recognized what the symbol was. It was the simple outline of Harry’s lightning-shaped scar.
Finally, a participant!
And another Harry-Potter-is-a-goner camper to boot!
Well done, Jay.
I am not as creative as you guys, so I’ll skip the challenge (and save you the torture!). Instead, I’ll just let you know that I believe Harry Potter will kill Lord Voldemort, and will suffer mortal injuries during the battle.
Not a writer, but here we go:
Harry turned and walked away from Hermoine. There was really nothing left for them to say, was there? He briefly wondered, as he wandered the halls of Hogsworth one last time how he would address her when they met again, Lady Hermoine? Lady Voldermort? He would have never guessed when they first met, all those years ago, that she would fall in love and marry his arch enemy.
As Harry rounded a corner, near the cafeteria, he bumped into a first year student. Distracted by the events of the last few weeks, and angry over Hermoine’s decision, Harry pulled out his wand and zapped the little fellow. Ouch, that was going to leave a scar!
Bittersweet was the word on Harry’s mind. Everywhere he turned the good news was mingled with the bad. Voldemort was fully defeated, yet Hogwarts was a smoking ruin. Ron and Hermoine had found love with each other, but they had distanced themselves from Harry. And having met many of his relatives, he now knew the family curse: someday he wouldn’t have enough hair to hide his scar.
Funny, Mike.
I’d love to participate, but I’m in the middle of the fall semester, going after the MBA.
If I wrote, it would end up coming off like “Harry Potter and the Asset Valuation, with Deferred Liability of Taxable Income”
Hey, maybe I could help Harry, by distracting Voldemort with an audit!
Thanks, La Shawn. I’m glad you liked it.
Now, can you guess my hair “style”?
Is it too late to play? (Not that I have time, but still…)
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