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How Rowling Could End

Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably won’t)"

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
~Etc.

~ 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?)

~Dumbledore’s Army declares war on Laura Mallory.

~Have

Out of Time

I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.

When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder

Have You Forgotten?

Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.

Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another

Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.

Have you forgo

I am alone
Upon the throne.
Door locked.
Peace.

Steps outside the door
Soft and stealthy
Creek, creek, creek.
They go up the stairs.

Overhead a cry
suprise, fright
Pounding feet
Down the stairs

The nob jiggles,
Pounding, pounding, pounding,
A terrible scream.

I am safe, nothing can touch me.
Blood runs under the door.

Ambrosio in HellDarkness, darker than the darkest night, deeper than the depths of the ocean was nothing and everything. Darkness was, and reigned. Darkness was Ambrosio’s every conscious notion. Eternity had come and gone, or so it seemed, and still He languished. His tormentors had left him only after six days and seven nights, He knew the passage of time only from the Demons that did attend him. In the day the demons touch burned like fire. In the night, their rotten limbs froze him to the core. For those long days and nights they had tortured him to his limits and beyond, pulling, stretching, twisting, and morphing his malleable Soul so that

WallsWalls

I’ve built walls around myself. A strong but simple fortress of four walls. They’ve weathered brutal assaults, hurricanes of emotion – painstakingly sorting the waters of mine and foreign emotions, and keeping them separate. Now one by one, they’re being torn down.

It all started as a normal day at work. My office was blissfully silent, its four walls mirroring my own. Form after form is skimmed, filled out, tossed aside. Numbers, names, data, I’m only paid to analyze them. I barely glance at the names as I review employee evaluations. That’s someone else’s concern; I’m not responsible for break

Life just threw me
Another high flying curve ball
And I'm just standing here
Afraid to swing
Afraid I'll strike out
But you know, I've realized
That if I don't try, I'll always fail

Chorus:
I need to step out
Get tough
Play rough
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out

I'm not afraid to get dirty
I'm not afraid to fall
I know how it is
It hurts
It stinks
But I've done them both so many times
I don't fear doing it again

Chorus:
I need to step out
Get tough
Play rough
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out

And sometimes just walking fo

I knew him once

Dullness rests over me
Like a blanket
Hopelessness sits beside me
As company to a weary soul
I feel dead
Dead inside
Dead to the world

My mind sleeps
In dark despair
My heart breaks in anguish
I am surrounded
Yet totally alone
As none can pierce the darkness
That now surrounds me

The icy numbness
Pervades my body
Chilling me to reality
Keeping my heart
From the truth
Sheltering me
From the light of day

I hide in the darkness, alone
Unable to face the world
Or its many sorrows
All I can do is sit silently
Here in my little corner
And cry out with my mind,
Screaming to the heavens

To this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head

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I knew him once

Dullness rests over me
Like a blanket
Hopelessness sits beside me
As company to a weary soul
I feel dead
Dead inside
Dead to the world

My mind sleeps
In dark despair
My heart breaks in anguish
I am surrounded
Yet totally alone
As none can pierce the darkness
That now surrounds me

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Pervades my body
Chilling me to reality
Keeping my heart
From the truth
Sheltering me
From the light of day

I hide in the darkness, alone
Unable to face the world
Or its many sorrows
All I can do is sit silently
Here in my little corner
And cry out with my mind,
Screaming to the heavens

Have You Forgotten?

Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.

Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another

Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.

Have you forgo

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Haithenby ~kuroinami

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©2007-2013 ~kuroinami

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Just a random scetch of her character Haithen. Oh, and that's SO not wine he's drinking. It's totally grapejuice^^ Anyways, hope you like it, Artheeria!

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~ladyofx Aug 27, 2007 Photographer

The background of this is great!

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~kuroinami Aug 28, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, that's one of the things that took me a longer time to do this picture

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~Artheeria Aug 27, 2007

I adore you!!! Thank you so very much!!!

I love the clothes you put on him too! So very something he would wear! XD

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~kuroinami Aug 27, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Hehe, glad you like it^^

Heh, it's an outfit of my own creation

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~Artheeria Aug 28, 2007

*snerks* I adore it. My loverly Haithen

and kudos to you on the outfit

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~kuroinami Aug 28, 2007 Hobbyist Writer

Hehe, thanks^^

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