Author's note: Okay, so this is what happens when I eat too many Oreos .
Everyone (including herself) belongs to J.K. Rowling. I think of this story
as if it was the 'bad ending' to Harry Potter. I'll discuss it later on in
a further chapter. Meanwhile, you should go reread your books and see what
could have possibly gone wrong. You'd be surprised. Oh yes, another thing
is that I'll be copying off articles off the internet. Hopefully, I'll give
proper credit, tata!
Harry James Potter
1980-1998
The last heir of Gryffindor who had finally slain
the last heir of Slytherin. May he rest in peace and forever be remembered by those who loved him and
hated him.
Hermione sniffed as she knelt down to place a bouquet of flowers on Harry James Potter's grave. The war was finally over and it had resulted in not only the death of Voldemort, but of himself and majority of the Order of the Pheonix. If only she could have stood right beside him and wrap her arms around him and prevent the inevitable death. Despite the fact that Harry had told Hermione up front that he couldn't decide between her and Ginny, Hermione still had feelings for him. But now it was too late; Harry Potter was dead and she was left to mourn for him.
Hearing footsteps, Hermione slowly turned her head and noticed the long, billowing red hair approach the grave. Without thinking twice, she knew whom it was. Virginia Weasley, her best friend and somewhat rival. Not far from behind her was her older brother, Ronald Weasley, who had been Harry Potter's best friend during those seven years. In a way, there was a triangle relationship between the three of them, and it wasn't that Hermione didn't love Ron- there were so many 'study sessions' to remember- he lacked something that Harry didn't. Perhaps she will marry him in the future, perhaps.
"Hermione..." Ginny whispered as she knelt down beside her, "I have something to tell you."
"What, Ginny?" She spat, "That you're sorry you ever came within an inch of Harry? That you wanted to die by his side? That-that-that-"She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. No, Ginny Weasley couldn't be pregnant by Harry Potter! She was the last one he went to bed with, she could picture it in her head.
"No, Hermione," Ginny replied, "I'm not pregnant, but as long as I've been going to Hogwarts and traveled to London, I have been telling Harry Potter's story. To a wizard posing as a Muggle."
"WHAT?" Hermione cried, "You gave out about our secret world?" She then turned to Ron, "How could you let your bloody sister do this!"
"Hermione, there's not many of us left," Ron started, "Almost the entire Ministry of Magic is dead, Hogwarts is slowly rotting into ruin, and the few wizards who survived the attack are now slowly drifting into the Muggle world. Face it, it's 1998, not 1990 when magic was kept under wraps. The world has come to embrace all sorts of religion; they're even welcoming homosexuals like Goyle and Boyle into their society. With the story of Harry James Potter, perhaps we can finally rest in peace." Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. Ron was right. The world had become more liberal since they entered Hogwarts, and everyone-including Muggles-deserved to learn about Harry James Potter.
"You didn't tell them everything, did you?" Hermione asked Ron, "About his infidelity, the pranks, the alcoholism. Just the heroic stuff, right?"
"I told them from the point of a best friend," Ron answered, "The simple truth. Harry James Potter was an angel, to deliver us from the hell we were experiencing. And true, he had several human traits, he was here for one sole purpose-to rid the world of Voldemort."
"And who is this 'Muggle' that is writing this story?" Hermione asked Ginny, "Can we trust them? Will they truly know Harry Potter's life?"
"Her name is Joanne Kathleen Rowling," Ginny responded, "and she has a small stream of wizard within her. From what Ron and I told her, she can sense Harry's thoughts and feelings. She depicts Harry so much, when I read the first manuscript, I nearly cried. It was as if Harry Potter had come back to life through her writing. You'll love it, Hermione, I know you will. You will appreciate Harry's story on paper." Hermione smiled.
"But nothing about Harry's bad habits or actions," Hermione said, "Just the facts that will immortalize him in everyone's hearts forever."
"Would you like to meet her, Hermione?" Ron asked, "She's really nice. Almost like a second mother to me." However, no one could ever replace Mrs. Weasley. She was a fairy godmother, nurturing Harry and them in times of despair.
"Sure," Hermione replied, "I want to see for myself that she doesn't write any nasty actions Harry did. Harry was lovable, and everyone should see that." And at this, Hermione and Ginny stood from his grave and the three of them quietly exited the cemetery.
Harry James Potter
1980-1998
The last heir of Gryffindor who had finally slain
the last heir of Slytherin. May he rest in peace and forever be remembered by those who loved him and
hated him.
Hermione sniffed as she knelt down to place a bouquet of flowers on Harry James Potter's grave. The war was finally over and it had resulted in not only the death of Voldemort, but of himself and majority of the Order of the Pheonix. If only she could have stood right beside him and wrap her arms around him and prevent the inevitable death. Despite the fact that Harry had told Hermione up front that he couldn't decide between her and Ginny, Hermione still had feelings for him. But now it was too late; Harry Potter was dead and she was left to mourn for him.
Hearing footsteps, Hermione slowly turned her head and noticed the long, billowing red hair approach the grave. Without thinking twice, she knew whom it was. Virginia Weasley, her best friend and somewhat rival. Not far from behind her was her older brother, Ronald Weasley, who had been Harry Potter's best friend during those seven years. In a way, there was a triangle relationship between the three of them, and it wasn't that Hermione didn't love Ron- there were so many 'study sessions' to remember- he lacked something that Harry didn't. Perhaps she will marry him in the future, perhaps.
"Hermione..." Ginny whispered as she knelt down beside her, "I have something to tell you."
"What, Ginny?" She spat, "That you're sorry you ever came within an inch of Harry? That you wanted to die by his side? That-that-that-"She couldn't get the words out of her mouth. No, Ginny Weasley couldn't be pregnant by Harry Potter! She was the last one he went to bed with, she could picture it in her head.
"No, Hermione," Ginny replied, "I'm not pregnant, but as long as I've been going to Hogwarts and traveled to London, I have been telling Harry Potter's story. To a wizard posing as a Muggle."
"WHAT?" Hermione cried, "You gave out about our secret world?" She then turned to Ron, "How could you let your bloody sister do this!"
"Hermione, there's not many of us left," Ron started, "Almost the entire Ministry of Magic is dead, Hogwarts is slowly rotting into ruin, and the few wizards who survived the attack are now slowly drifting into the Muggle world. Face it, it's 1998, not 1990 when magic was kept under wraps. The world has come to embrace all sorts of religion; they're even welcoming homosexuals like Goyle and Boyle into their society. With the story of Harry James Potter, perhaps we can finally rest in peace." Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. Ron was right. The world had become more liberal since they entered Hogwarts, and everyone-including Muggles-deserved to learn about Harry James Potter.
"You didn't tell them everything, did you?" Hermione asked Ron, "About his infidelity, the pranks, the alcoholism. Just the heroic stuff, right?"
"I told them from the point of a best friend," Ron answered, "The simple truth. Harry James Potter was an angel, to deliver us from the hell we were experiencing. And true, he had several human traits, he was here for one sole purpose-to rid the world of Voldemort."
"And who is this 'Muggle' that is writing this story?" Hermione asked Ginny, "Can we trust them? Will they truly know Harry Potter's life?"
"Her name is Joanne Kathleen Rowling," Ginny responded, "and she has a small stream of wizard within her. From what Ron and I told her, she can sense Harry's thoughts and feelings. She depicts Harry so much, when I read the first manuscript, I nearly cried. It was as if Harry Potter had come back to life through her writing. You'll love it, Hermione, I know you will. You will appreciate Harry's story on paper." Hermione smiled.
"But nothing about Harry's bad habits or actions," Hermione said, "Just the facts that will immortalize him in everyone's hearts forever."
"Would you like to meet her, Hermione?" Ron asked, "She's really nice. Almost like a second mother to me." However, no one could ever replace Mrs. Weasley. She was a fairy godmother, nurturing Harry and them in times of despair.
"Sure," Hermione replied, "I want to see for myself that she doesn't write any nasty actions Harry did. Harry was lovable, and everyone should see that." And at this, Hermione and Ginny stood from his grave and the three of them quietly exited the cemetery.