Joanne Rowling was writing. She had another idea attack at night, in one of her dreams. Harry and Hermione were left by Ron in the middle of their mission of finding Voldemort's horcruxes and destroying them. He was kind of effected by the locket of Salazar Slytherin. That was a good idea to write. Then Ron would come back missing Hermione and say some romantic stuff he did to find them. She needed to write this whole thoughts down, or she would forget them.
"Mum?" a sound came from the hall and the door of her studyroom was opened. "Hello sweetheart, how was school?" said Joanne. "Awesome!" said Melissa and handed her a cup. It was made of glass, but there was a colourful liquid in the glass. It was such a cute cup! She asked "Did you buy it for me? That's so lovely!" to Melissa. "We made it in Chemistry. Our teacher showed us this strange liquid and taught some ways of colouring it. Later he told us we could make a present for our families using it! He's great right, no other teacher would give us this permission!" "Right, he is a great teacher. Thank you for giving it to me, it's on the top my "my favourite cups" list." said Joanne and looked at her paper. Melissa understood the message immeadiately and left the room quietly.
Months Later...
"That's it. I finished it. The story is finished. The adventure is completed." she said, tired of writing. It was the end of her dream, it was like she had just woken up. Harry completed his mission, married Ginny and had children, so did Ron and Hermione. It was a good end, she thought, finally relaxed.
Suddenly the window opened and the curtain started to came towards her. "Oh my god, what's happening!" Joanne screamed and tried to close the window before the sudden wind blew of all her work. "Too late…" she murmered and turned back to see her broken cup and the liquid inside it all over the floor with the finished handwrited copy of her last Harry Potter book. What was she going to do now? Why didn't she just use a computer! She decided to leave the mess there and calm down for a night. Then she would figure out what to do. "I'll come back to deal with you." she said looking at the floor and left the room.
The next day, she came back to her room and found the papers she left on the floor on her desk. Someone had picked them up, maybe the maid. She looked at the pages carefully. They weren't purple or pink or yellow, thank God. But there were some blanks. Names. Where were the names? "Oh no…" she murmured and checked every single page. The names were gone. Just. Gone.