Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Time of the Epilogue discussion

Okay just give me a bit to give you a finished copy chapter.

Ava wrote: "If you like to write books and want to share them with people then post them here, please no negative comments but you can add complements."

Compliments.
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Compliments say something is good.

I was falling, just falling. Water encircled me, wrapping its icy cold tendrils around my body. I could not breath. Huge bubbles floated to a surface that I would never meet. I was drowning. I could not fight. I would never win. I was sinking to my arctic doom. I was trapped. The ancient water had been disturbed and the price was I as a sacrifice.
I had always been careful not to jump too fast. Wait what was that thought? What had I just been recalling? I was forgetting. My short life was not flashing before my eyes, but more like fading, evaporating into nothingness.
I started to tumble through the darkness at strange speed for being under water. I hit the bottom hard, much harder than possible. My mind was crowded with blood, pain, shock, and fear. Then sudden warmth. But something else, a shadow. Then out of the darkness light, my light, my blinding radiant light. And lastly darkness, cold hard darkness.

I would later learn that this event took place around 990 AD.


And that would be the start to the Sequel of Harry Potter

Kranlox ran through the forest at top speed. They would be coming for him now. They had always been coming. They would be on their way, with their torches and knives and even spears and swords. To kill him, all to kill him, one harmless little dragon, who had done nothing wrong to them. He considered trying to fly, but his wings weren't fully developed. His prowess in combat was not as much as one might expect from a dragon. He was still young. The humans had hunted his kin down, almost to extinction. He was the last. And the least likely to get revenge. He was too young to fly, his fire was spluttering, and his scales had not yet hardened to the harder-than-diamond way that was standard to his kind. He was two feet tall with green scales and his feet were getting sore from all the running he did. His legs were built up, but his arms were thin from lack of use. He heard a sound. The humans. They had found him. Now or never, he thought. He flapped his wings wildly, and then remembered what his father had told him. "Get a steady beat, my son. Flapping wildly is for hummingbirds and other creatures that are weaker than us." He began humming his mother's lullabies, getting the beat in his wings and following it. He kept going, running faster, readying for takeoff. Then, when the moment seemed just right, the wind on his side, his wings in a beat, he leaped into the air, and flapped strongly to stay up. He was doing it. He was flying! Then he fell down in a sudden gust of wind and everything went wrong.

Kranlox opened his eyes to see what had happened since his fall. He was in an unfamiliar ground, a lush, dripping jungle. "At least there aren't any humans in sight," He said to himself. He looked around for some clues as to where he was. Being able to find nothing familiar with his eyes, he began sniffing deeply. He could smell the humans, coming from the west. He ran to the east, using his wings to jump over branches. He couldn't fly well, but he could definitely jump higher with his wings in motion. He kept going until the scent of the humans had faded completely, and he curled up on the ground, his one yard of length folding together, trying to conserve body heat. He missed the feel of his mother's wing over him, how many times he'd slept at her side on a cold night. He almost turned to ask his mother if he could before he remembered that she was gone. And then he cried himself to sleep.

Kranlox’s eyes snapped open. He had been hoping that something had changed. But nothing had. No mysterious miracle had returned his parents to him. No special phenomenon had brought the humans to reason. They were still hunting him. He could feel it. He could hear it in the bird’s alarmed chirping. He could feel the trees’ fear of being used for firewood. He could sense the most dangerous things ever to exist coming to them, ready to destroy the planet when they were done with him. Kranlox didn’t care now. He had nothing to live for now. He could hear the humans themselves now. “Hurry up,” He thought to his certain death.

And of course, they came. They came with their torches and knives and spears. They came with their weapons of war and tools of murder. Trampling roots, stamping on bugs, the humans came forward. Kranlox was in plain sight. He let them come. Why bother? What was the point? The humans came closer, always closer. They were unused to the jungle, but they were still moving. They were right upon him when Kranlox finally stood up. Kranlox closed his eyes. He readied himself for the piercing wound. He felt it, oh, he did. The pierce of the blade, the feel of the cold steel as it entered his heart. The humans had gotten him. He wasn’t going to get back up after that one. He wailed in pain. Seconds later, the last of the earthen dragons passed away.

Well, these all seem panicked.

Well yah. Mine was the start of a book. I like them all. Oh, and thanks for the compliment.

Okayyy.... So, here's this link if you guys want to check it out: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...

It's formatted weird because I pulled it from my Wattpad account, but all three chapters are. My friend Kaskamak and I are working on the fourth.
'Tis not HP related, but.... *shrug*

Doesn't have to be. I just write the best when it is.

Hhaha, which is understandable.

But it is somewhat annoying. I always am thinking of ways to add onto books. No new ideas:(

I have ideas but I have noooo patience and a short attention span

Same here. I'll start on something, maybe get halfway through the novelization, then I leave off for a week because I get bored with it. Every once in a while I'll get back to it, but that's kind of rare.

Seriously. Such good ideas but no time to do it.

Is he the editor?

I don't own this!! All rights came from original owner who said to repost so here it goes
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A poem about Child Abuse. Unknown Author. Revised by me.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my Mom does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

“I'm sorry!” I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!


Child Abuse Is Cruel. Let's stop it!
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If you are reading this, pass it on. Copy and Paste it and make it YOUR story. Just five minutes. That's all it'll take. Maybe less. C'mon guys, let's do this.

And we will,
—Kyd

It's beautiful.

The ending kinda ruined the mood. But very heartbreaking.

Passing it on wont do much. What can it do? Raise awareness? It's not like people are open about it. I mean, I feel for it and stuff, but at the same time, I see these things everywhere, and not doing anything to legitimately help. If you want to help, don't pass it on. Go find the {%%*holes that abuse, and get them sent to jail. Igghhh.......
Sorry. I'm just kind of pissed and negative right now.

I like it. Though a couple spelling errors.

You're welcome.