Hermione & Harry

Being a member of the Potterhead generation means many things. For many of us, it meant growing up with the series. It meant waiting anxiously for Hogwarts letters. It meant shouting nonsense Latin in the hope of casting a spell. And it meant loyalty.
When Rowling first wrote the opening words of Sorcerer's Stone, she began an odyssey that ended this past summer. We, the Potterheads, stayed sejak Harry's side, waiting for the end we knew was coming. Whether it took seven buku atau more, the end was surely coming.
"As Hagrid had said, what would come would come, and he would have to meet it when...

My feet dragged dully on the dry eart below me as I pushed myself slowly back and forth. A radio crackled somewhere in the distance, though it was nearly drowned out sejak the laughter of the few children in the dusty lot. I lowered my eyes as the sun beat down on us, and cast a shallow glance to my right. Harry sat rigid as a stone in the hayun, swing seterusnya to me. I narrowed my eyes at the steely look in his bright green eyes, and followed his gaze. Should've guessed. I sighed to myself. Dudley and his gang of misfits were stalking towards us, booming with laughter.
"Hey 'Big D'." Harry spat. "Beat up...

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Voldemort strode down the lane. He, thanks to his spies, knew exactly what the prophecy said. He also knew where to find the boy. Godric's Hollow on Halloween had a certain irony to it.
As he passed, a young child dikomen on his robes, thinking them to be a costume. The Potters' utama was a quaint cottage. He looked in the window.
Inside, James Potter and his wife, Lily, were preparing for bed. Carelessly, James tossed his wand onto the chair he had just vacated. How foolish, to abandon his weapon.
As Voldemort...