Spoiler Alert!
I hate spoilers. Hate, hate, hate them. When somebody tells me the ending to a movie or book I'm interested in,, it's immediately ruined: every simple reference within the story becomes an omen of what I now know is to come, and all of my potential enjoyment of the work is lost with the thought of "Awwwww! I already know what they're trying to
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"Hermione grabbed a butterbeer.
'Harry,' she said. 'Whatever happened to you and Voldemort?'
Harry looked up weakly. 'He's gone, I think. He's not here.' He ordered a firewhiskey.
Ron stood up, laughing. 'Hey, you guys see this thing - what's it called. A Juicebox? My dad's always talkin' about them - we had one at our house when we were little.'
'It's a Jukenox,' Harry corrected, throwing Ron a galleon. 'Play something good. I can't believe they'd have one of these at the Hog's Head.'
Hermione whispered quietly, 'How do we know Voldemort's dead, Harry? I mean, if you never saw him die, and you never found the final -'
'Come off it, Hermione. If Harry says Voldemort died, then he died. End of story.' He paused, looking at the songs. 'Ooh, look! Journey!'
Ron put in a galleon, and the room was filled with music. "She's just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world-"
'Look, Harry, I just want to make sure we're safe, is all.'
But Harry wasn't paying attention to Hermione - he was looking at the front door, which was slowly opening. He turned to "
THE END.
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