Fixing Harry Potter

neck; a blinding white light blazes all about him, with a sound like a shock of a cannon-

The pressure was getting to him, his muscular hands were shaking and his behavior was

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

He stood up for what felt like the first time ever. He turned around, rocked from heels to toes, heels to toes, leaned his head back and shouted for joy. The bright diamond beamed down at him from a height that looked insurmountable. His joy ceased instantly, destroyed by the cruel hammer of reality, and he dropped, hollow, to the ground.

His heart was beating quickly and felt like it would fall out at any second, but Hector squashed that fear and looked at his classmates in the eyes.

Instead, a dark fog filled the room, the lights flickered. He felt his knees give out as he heard the monitor give out a long, monotone blare.

Throughout Harry’s early teens he had gained valuable friendships and respect from his peers for his brave actions. However, it was all

My aim had been off. Instead of the quick and painless, he was now subject to the long and panic filled. He lay on the floor, grasping his neck.

The blinding light advanced with terrifying speed. Like a massive wave that would soon overtake him.

I rushed up the ladder and stood on the castle wall. I gasped and my eyes couldn’t believe it. I had my hand on the wall and the roar of the enormous monster greeted me.

The wicked, suffocating presence churning around him felt like a cyclone made of microscopic blades and the buzzing noise in his head grew alarmingly louder. He banged his fists against the slimy stone walls until his skin began to scrape off, each strike more urgent than the last.

And then his body crumpled, the way I knew he so badly didn't want it to. He sagged to the ground, hunched over, and I immediately knelt beside him. He lifted his hand to cover his face; he didn't want them to see. I pulled him in, holding his face to my chest.

Harry went to fulfill Dumbledore’s orders when there was a noise from below, as if someone was coming.

Before I could read anymore, the man quickly whipped around and walked towards me. He reached over my body, and he grabbed a sharp knife. My heart began to race as I began counting down the last seconds of my life. The man put the sharp blade up to my skin.

The movie adaptation of J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is a very pivotal movie in the series. Like the book, this movie is crucial in setting up an understanding for the rest of the series. Therefore it is important that the movie complements the novel as much as possible. Using one of the most essential features of a movie; visual imagery, the movie adaptation of the fourth novel is a good accompaniment for the novel. The visual imagery in this movie emphasizes emotions and reactions that we cannot possibly obtain from the book. For example, the death of Cedric Diggory at the end of the movie strikes a powerful emotional response as a result of his father, Amos Diggory’s grief. Seeing him cry makes the audience more