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My knee hurts.
ALTERNATE ENDING TO DEATHLY HOLLOWS:
Harry felt the bright sun against his closed eyelids. He rolled over in his bed and realized that no more sleep was to be gleaned that morning. Harry rubbed his eyes and carefully opened them as they adjusted to the light. The teenage boy languidly stretched out on his mattress before deciding to get up. He had the oddest feeling as he flopped his legs over the side of his bed. It was as if even though he had slept peacefully through the entire night he had been a million miles around the world between the time his head hit the pillow and waking up. His bare feet padded across his wooden floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Harry shook his head thinking back on the previous night. He slipped his glasses on as he heard bustling from the kitchen below. The boy ran his fingers through his hair and splashed water on his face in an attempt to wake up. Harry heard his mother call him down for breakfast as he thought to himself, "What a crazy dream that was!" In one last attempt to vanish it from his thoughts he pushed up his bangs to check for any lightening bolt scars, he was mark free. Sighing with relief he made his way out of his room and down the stairs, reminding himself to write that one down in his livejournal.
ALTERNATE ENDING TO DEATHLY HOLLOWS:
Harry felt the bright sun against his closed eyelids. He rolled over in his bed and realized that no more sleep was to be gleaned that morning. Harry rubbed his eyes and carefully opened them as they adjusted to the light. The teenage boy languidly stretched out on his mattress before deciding to get up. He had the oddest feeling as he flopped his legs over the side of his bed. It was as if even though he had slept peacefully through the entire night he had been a million miles around the world between the time his head hit the pillow and waking up. His bare feet padded across his wooden floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Harry shook his head thinking back on the previous night. He slipped his glasses on as he heard bustling from the kitchen below. The boy ran his fingers through his hair and splashed water on his face in an attempt to wake up. Harry heard his mother call him down for breakfast as he thought to himself, "What a crazy dream that was!" In one last attempt to vanish it from his thoughts he pushed up his bangs to check for any lightening bolt scars, he was mark free. Sighing with relief he made his way out of his room and down the stairs, reminding himself to write that one down in his livejournal.