*:*:*:*:*:* Bonjour, ou bonsoir tous le monde !!! Cette fiction est tout simplement un devoir que j'ai du faire en Anglais... Le thème ? C'est évident non ? C'est basé Sur Harry Potter et les reliques de la mort !!!
Je vous explique, nous avons dû rédiger la fin des aventures de notre très cher et tendre petit sorcier, par rapport au chapitre 4 du dernier livre.. Cela n'ast pas du tout la VRAI FIN, je tiens d'aiileurs à préciser que je n'ai pas lu le dernier Harry Potter...
Sinon bonne lecture à tous... *:*:*:*:*:*:*:*



Harry woke up a few minutes after the crash, and he immediately saw Lord Voldemort who was walking to him. He did not have a good sight, because his glasses were broken, but he understood that Hagrid would never wake up, that he would never hear Hagrid’s voice … Harry simply stared. Lord Voldemort came closer and closer, pointing his wand at him. Harry would have liked to catch his wand, but it was too far, and he couldn’t move, his knee was hurting him. Blood was flowing, every movement was horribly painful.
Harry had lost al hope to see his friends once again when suddenly, somebody yelled “Expelliarmus”… he recognized Hermione’s voice and saw with difficultly that all of his friends were there. Mundungus, Fred, Georges, Arthur, Bill and Fleur were fighting all the Death Eaters, while Ron and Hermione helped Harry to fight Voldemort.
Unfortunately, Voldemort was too powerful compared to three teens, and he used the “Killing Curse” against Ron and Hermione. At the same time, the others were killed too, and their bodies crashed down all around Harry like pelting rain.
He was feeling very sad all the people , he loved had died because of him … If only he wasn’t the chosen one, he would not fight Voldemort, and all his friends wouldn’t be dead.
Tears ran down on his face, he remembered at the same time all the moments he had spent with them … … He looked the Lord of the Darkness in the eye, tears still running, a feeling of anger rising. Then he walked slowly to his wand, his knee wasn’t as painful as his heart.
He caught his wand and the only thing, he thought about was to kill Voldemort.

“ Sixteen years have passed, and you cry like a baby again” Voldemort giggled
“I wonder how you could survive without your mother !!”

“ Shut up !! Don’t talk anymore, I’m going to kill you !!” Harry said.

The fight was very intense, the curses shot an all sides. Harry was waiting for Voldemort, hidden behind an huge stone. He knew that if he was to die this night, he would take the Lord of Darkness with him, because it was the only hope that all the witches and wizards had ……
Like three years ago, their wands united again, and created a lot of golden lights which formed a golden cage; Harry yelled another charm, and suddenly the cage exploded and created a crash wave which instantly killed Voldemort and Harry.
The next day, the magic newspaper announced Harry’s death and that the wizard prime minister would be build a statue in honor of the hero who had saved the magic and non-magic world. In the Muggles newspaper, the last events were explained as a trouble in the fireworks system.