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How Rowling Could End
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
The Lambda Legion dropship thundered in a blue sky over what had been Brasilia. The once proud human city was now in ruins. A few smaller buildings had survived the devastation of hundreds of years of disrepair and war. Ter'Nik looked out a small window, watching the city below.
"What a dump." Niterrel muttered, as she glanced out the window. Pushing off the side of the craft she walked back to where she had been sitting.
"It could be worse," Ter'Nik said, still watching the ground. The ruins got more and more contemporary as they flew closer to a Breed-controlled facility. He scratched his long, anteater-like nose with a long claw. He looked up at her. She looked more like a wolf though. He knew she was something called a Jackalhound. They were usually soldiers, so seeing a mage who was a Jackalhound he found rare.
"So, which century you from?"
"I'm not in the milit
The Undefeated Knight
Gallant knight, brave and bold, forward go
Championing justice for both high and low
Long ago, parents did name him Bob
And raised him eating corn on the cob
For a peasant farmer's son was he
Until called to battle for both king and country
He went forth with pitchfork, weapon of a farmer,
And absolutely awful abstracted armor
So strange he looked that the enemy fell back in fear
Not wanting such a man to come them near
And so the battle turned into a rout
Without any real fighting to brag about
As a celebrated hero returns now the knight
Never having fought in this or any other fight
Epic for Talkos
The waves beat heavily
Against the shore.
Yet even in the large
Swells of water
Still do flutter
Only one, though, while
Playing in the kelp
Heard his desperate
Cries for help
In the high surge
On a ship about to give
A man sacrificed himself
So another might live.
Down he sank,
Under crashing wave
Sure that this
Would be his grave.
From the kelp beds
She watched him sink
And she leapt forward
Before she could think.
She swam to him and
Took him in her arm
Then swam to the surface,
Much to his alarm.
When they reached the shore
She gently let him go
She then sang to him
A song all mermaids know
"People shun me because
Of who I am
I am something
They don't understand
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