Harry Potter Alternate Ending

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

Montag and the gang reach the ruins of the city that they once called home. Montag says “This is all that is left of our world now, we must make our own existence.” As he pronounces his leadership of the clan he hears a familiar voice. “Guy!” cries Mildred as she climbs into the arms of the man she onced loved with all her heart. “Mildred, I thought you were dead. I thought the atomic bomb killed you!” Granger asks politely, “Who is this woman and what does she have to do with you?” Montag responds “Her name is Mildred Montag and she is my wife.” Granger puts his hand out as a show of respect and she shakes it firmly. “Ok, Mildred here comes the hard part are you going to accept the fact that books are going to help us rebuild this city?” Mildred responds “Yes, I do think that books will help us rebuild the city.”

An ornamental skull in the place where he sipped on the potion. Though always at noon on November 21 three weeks after the children vanished. A scream can be heard throughout the building. I can ask only one thing while you all are trick or treating this Halloween night be very weary or you may be the next victim of the legendary Bell

He was not in Diagon Alley, but Knockturn Alley. He was in an old store, Draco Malfoy and his father came in to sell so stuff. Harry hid just in time, so Draco couldn’t see him. The Malfoys left, Harry got out of the store. The half giant, Hagrid, helped Harry find the Weasleys. They went to the bank, Gringotts, for money to buy their books. Next, they went to Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore, where Gilderoy Lockhart, a famous wizard, was signing books. They got their books and went back to the Burrow. A few days later, they all packed their stuff up and took the flying car to the station. Everyone was through, but Ron and Harry, they ran into it and hit hard, the barrier had closed, they waited for a few minutes and went to the car. Ron decided to fly the car to school. They were landing when they mashed into a tree. The tree started punching the car. The car fell, threw them out and drove off. Ron’s wand broke on the end.

Though this was never confirmed and the artifact was found with other artifacts dating around 1670-1720. However Phelps never tested the ring. And in April 2017, it was announced by Charles Ewen, who tested the ring, found that it was all brass and not gold. Ewen said it’s probably a common item that was traded to the Natives after lost colony disappeared (Lawler). This was yet another dead end in the quest to mystery of the lost

Gifted as part of a dowry in 1612, the fate of the diamond, along with several other high profile gems, were unknown after the Franco-Spanish war of 1635, before it mysteriously reappeared over three centuries later.

Law enforcement rushes in to surround Tendou, the villain Kuroo's just defeated, as Kuroo himself does his best to stay inconspicuous. Some photographer snaps a picture before he can fully melt backwards into the shadows, and he winces.

"Maya," Ash called out for her in a whisper from the other side of the room. She paced herself over being careful not to step on anything. Ash handed her the torch pointing his finger to a box located on the top shelf. The words had faded away over time but Maya's

Imagine walking downtown, with your friend at your side. Golden rays of the setting sun reflects off the glass skyscrapers giving a warm glow to the city. This was your last night in the sunshine state before your flight home the next day. Dreading the thought of leaving the warmth & fun, you decide to make your last evening on vacation one to remember. As you turn the corner onto Wilshire Blvd, you see a most unexpected, but delightful surprise. Walking out of the restaurant is your prized internet sensation. It is now or never. You have no time to think. Either you act quickly or the moment will be gone. Cell phone in hand you boldly approach & ask for a photo to treasure the moment. Knowing you will never see them again, your

On the floor where he stood were light colored tiles. The darkness he looked into would not let him discover their color, but he saw they ended halfway across the room from where he stood.

The fisherman had been crying and crying and crying, but he couldn't forget about his wife and son. One of the townsfolk heard the fisherman and came to see what was going on. The man walked to the fisherman and tapped him on the shoulder. The fisherman looked up at him and then quickly hid his face. The man said "Hey, you can talk to me. Please, tell me what is the matter.". The fisherman looked up at him and told him what had happened. The man helped the fisherman up and patted him on the shoulder. The fisherman never had anyone except for his wife and kid, he felt happy to meet someone new. The man said, "Let's head to the saloon and get you a drink,

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

inside. The time felt like forever, they were right above me and could find us any moment. I

I was as frightened a mouse, we would get in deep trouble if we were caught looking for Atticus. I said looking at the jail house, “That’s funny, jail doesn’t have an outside light”. When were drawing closer we saw Atticus reading a newspaper on a chair. Scout made started running toward Atticus but I stopped him. I said, “We may not disturb him, he may not like it. Let's go home, I just wanted to see where he was.” I was happy that Atticus was safe but we needed to get back home so no one would find out about this.

I look around and realize I am inside my house in my bedroom. I get out of bed and walk out into the hallway. I see my father downstairs sitting on the couch, waiting for me. As I step down the creaky stairs, he is looking at me with a smile on his face. I sit on the couch beside him.