In the distance, a large ship was sailing in the water leaving large
ripples in the deep blue sea. The midnight sky was very attractive and the
full moon was gleaming down on a teary face belonging to one man by the
name of Harry Potter.
Harry was sailing to a new country to start a new life. Ever since he graduated from Hogwarts he had the best life ever. He married the girl he had loved almost his whole life, a girl by the name of Hermione Granger. But one thing destroyed his life and, worst of all, his love.
Voldemort appeared on the street on Christmas Eve when people were jolly, and Harry and Hermione were about to wed. Voldemort crept down the peaceful road and broke into the chapel in which the wedding was taking place. Right when Harry was putting the ring on Hermione's finger, Voldemort killed her, and the ring shattered on the floor.
Ever since, Harry has lived miserably, not knowing where to go, what to do. Harry opened his closed palm and revealed a small locket. He opened it and saw Hermione's flawless face. "She's so beautiful," he said aloud.
Just then, he realized that life wasn't worth living without the beauty in his arms. He looked up at the stars and his eyes were drawn to the brightest one. "Hermione," he said, "I love you. I thought marriage would keep us together, and I was right. There's one thing that I need to tell you. Death does not part us. It brings us closer."
He stood on the ledge of the boat, ready to plunge into the cold, killing waters. He took one look at Hermione's picture, but knew it would not be the last. Tightening his fist over the locket he said, "Now there will be two bright stars in the sky."
He looked into the deep waters and took his last breath of air...
Harry was sailing to a new country to start a new life. Ever since he graduated from Hogwarts he had the best life ever. He married the girl he had loved almost his whole life, a girl by the name of Hermione Granger. But one thing destroyed his life and, worst of all, his love.
Voldemort appeared on the street on Christmas Eve when people were jolly, and Harry and Hermione were about to wed. Voldemort crept down the peaceful road and broke into the chapel in which the wedding was taking place. Right when Harry was putting the ring on Hermione's finger, Voldemort killed her, and the ring shattered on the floor.
Ever since, Harry has lived miserably, not knowing where to go, what to do. Harry opened his closed palm and revealed a small locket. He opened it and saw Hermione's flawless face. "She's so beautiful," he said aloud.
Just then, he realized that life wasn't worth living without the beauty in his arms. He looked up at the stars and his eyes were drawn to the brightest one. "Hermione," he said, "I love you. I thought marriage would keep us together, and I was right. There's one thing that I need to tell you. Death does not part us. It brings us closer."
He stood on the ledge of the boat, ready to plunge into the cold, killing waters. He took one look at Hermione's picture, but knew it would not be the last. Tightening his fist over the locket he said, "Now there will be two bright stars in the sky."
He looked into the deep waters and took his last breath of air...