Harry Potter and the Garden of Gethsemane
Well, I thought that it would be a good idea to write a story about my favourite book and my religion. I thought of this on the way to school because I was re-reading the last Harry Potter, and that day I had an R.E exam.
He thought it was all over. Harry, Ron and Hermione had not had any bother for over twenty years. They had their own families, houses and Harry was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
It was the holidays and the three of them were out busily getting things for their holiday in Romania ready; they were going to see Charlie and his dragons. Hagrid was with him too.
As they disapparated back to the Cottage, they realised that they were not in a cute little area. Instead they were in the open, green surrounded them. Once their gaze had settled, they realised the green was bushes, fury bushes. Harry pulled out the invisibility cloak; now too small for even one of them, and placed it over him as he crawled along.
Distantly, he could hear voices and deep growls. He wondered what it was. As Ron and Hermione crept close behind him, they could make out three people that seemed to be sleeping. Loud, long, deep sighs seemed to be oozing from them as their chests rose and shrunk. It was really strange the place, it was a muggle place, but a golden buzz seem to bubble over the place; it was quite over-whelming. The pink,yellow and red roses seemed to have been preserved, they were perfect. There was not a stir anywhere, apart from the three men.
As Harry, Ron and Hermione sit and watch waiting for something spectacular to happen, another bearded man appears. Harry immediately recognises him becasue when he lived with the Dursley's, they had framed pictures of him around the house.
"Hey, i know that man. He was around the Dursley's in a photo frame, I think I am related to him" Harry claimed.
Puzzled, bewildered looks spead over Hermione and Ron's faces. They seemed to be frozen with astonishment.