Prologue

The epilogue of the final chapter of both Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and the Harry Potter series. It is set 19 years after Voldemort's defeat at the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny are married and have three children, James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna. They are at King's Cross to see off their two boys to Hogwarts, where Neville Longbottom is now the Herbology professor. James, the eldest, is already at Hogwarts, while Albus Severus, 11, is starting his first year. Lily, age 9, is moaning – very much as Ginny did in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone – about being unable to go. Also present are Ron and Hermione, likewise married and with their own two children, Rose, who is also just starting Hogwarts, and Hugo. Ron tells Harry he has just passed a Muggle driving test after confunding the examiner – but he does not want Hermione to know. In passing, Harry sees Draco Malfoy and his wife with their son, Scorpius. Malfoy acknowledges Harry with a curt nod. Teddy Lupin, Remus' and Tonks' orphaned son, is spotted kissing Victoire Weasley, Bill and Fleur's daughter. Albus is worried that he will be sorted into Slytherin, but Harry reassures him and says that he is named after two Hogwarts Headmasters; one was a Slytherin (Snape) and possibly the bravest man he ever knew. Harry also confides to Albus that the Sorting Hat takes the student's own choice into consideration, as it had done for Harry when he was Sorted - something Harry has never told his other children. After the Hogwarts Express leaves, Ginny comforts Harry, saying their children will be fine. Harry reflects on his scar: it has not pained him for 19 years. The epilogue ends with: "All was well."

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It was possibly the worst ending in all of the possible Harry potter ending that might have been running through J.K Rowlings head. I might have liked it if I was stupid, but I'm not. I'm a die hard fan of Harry Potter, I really am, but the ending wasn't satisfying and neither was the whole Ginny and Harry getting together, I would have preferred something like him and Hermione or him and Cho.

And don't get me started on the series in it's entirety, the plot is stale and the dialogue just sounds wrong some of the times, granted that I'm an American reading a book filled with British slang and accents, I'll give the books one thing though, they know how to build a world.

The lore is amazing and the concept of a hidden world beneath the fabric of society is just awesome, so just wish the story wasn't trash, I have so many ideas on how It could be better, on how Harry Potter could have been a good Main Character.

But alas, the story has ended, and I have no interest of dwelling on it.

I stood up from my reading chair and walked over to the bookshelf where I kept all of my books, there was lord of the rings, Percy Jackson, Artimis Fowl and Septimus Heap, all good book in there own right and all had their strengths and weaknesses, I just hope that someone would come up with a good book series that caters to my wants.

And trust me, I know how selfish and stupid that sounds, but I'm not any of those things, I do more for other people than I do for my self and I've always been the smarter of my siblings finishing high school two years yearly and getting a masters degree in physics and engineering and the age of eighteen.

So it's reasonable to say that complaining over a book is dumb, but it's not, I love books and I only ever complain when they are utterly stupid, some might say that Harry Potter is an amazing book, that it's plot is amazing and that it's ending was masterful.

"I'd rather die than agree with those idiots" I said to my self

"If You Say So" said an echoing voice.

I was about to turn around I see who it was, but something stopped me, it was the sound of defining silents and pressure that could only be defined as suffocating.

I couldn't move and my skin itched with a slight burning sensation.

I tried to scream but when I did all that came out was a raspy yell.

My head felt like it was erupting in pain, flashes of strange events clouded my mind as I could slowly feel my 6"2 body slowly and painfully shrink down and morph into something other than me.

It was painful.

It was agony.

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It was Hell.