As I am sure all us ueber-Potter geeks now, the last word of the Potter series is going to be “scar”.
Anyone else want to guess what the rest of the sentence will be?
My try is this -
How about you?
Regards,
Shodan
Well, since he’s a pilot (of a broom, anyway) the traditional last line would occur just after his broom suffers an in-flight catastauphic failure: ‘Oh, shit.’
“Well, now that that’s all over with, let’s watch a DVD, Harry!”
“Sure! I bought the Lion King recently, we could watch that!”
“Cool! Say, who’s your favourite character from that film?”
These end in “scar”?
People, people - work with me!
Regards,
Shodan
“Take me now Ron.”
I bet I’m right!
As Harry stood over at the lifeless body of Voldemort, he felt his own forehead. There was no sign of his scar.
Revenant Threshold’s does. Me? I only read the title. :o
“My God! It’s full of scars!”
And as he waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, Harry left the train station and once again got into the Dursley’scar.
As Harry put away his wand, the supposedly dead body of Voldemort rose to its feet. “Did you honestly think that you could kill me, boy? Close, but no scar.”
Seriously, though:
“And the last thing Harry saw, before the magical backlash ripped his body to shreds and sent his soul howling into the wilderness, was the mark on the infant’s forehead. Voldemort’s son had a fresh lightning-bolt scar.”
Drunk this morning, as he had been for so many since the incident at Hogwart’s, Harry felt the ten-days-too-old blade catch on his jawline and thought, “Fuck me that’s sure to leave a scar.”
Given that the chapter was originally written in 1999 and been rewritten because of unexpected deaths and survivals, there’s a good chance the final word has changed. That being said, my guess is something like:
“Good morning class, welcome to Defense against the Dark Arts,” said Harry, as he rubbed his hand on his throbbing forehead and realized he could no longer feel his scar.
“Mmmm,” said Hermione, as she climbed into bed with Harry, “I like kissing all of your body, but most of all I like kissing your scar.”
Funniest post I’ve seen today. Well-done. Well-done indeed.
“Well, Voldy old boy, now that I’m your loyal servant, I should get to the surgury and have them remove this damn scar.”
Voldemort lowered his wand. “At last,” he said, “The prophecy shall be fulfilled.” Harry shuddered and thought of his mother as the Dark Lord began uttering the words of the curse…
RRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!!! Harry’s alarm clock shattered the silence of his bedroom. It had all been a dream. Rather disappointedly, Harry got up and headed downstairs for breakfast. Ah well, he thought, the last year of school starts today, and after that I’ll be rid of my horrid Aunt and Uncle forever.
As Harry began pouring milk over his Uncle Vernon’s cornflakes, he noticed his Uncle glowering at him even more so than usual. “What have I done now?” he asked.
“Nothing, boy, but Potter…where did you get that scar?”
But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Voldy’s scar.
Harry let his lips linger against Ron’s for a heartbeat, and when they finally did disengage, the faintest streamer of saliva stretched out briefly between their mouths before breaking. After what seemed an eternity, Ron said, “Well, that’s that,” and climbed out of hi scar.