But luckily this person managed to record the audio of the trailer.  The actual trailer starts at the 15 minute mark. And someone from ohnotheydidn’t has provided the transcript.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. Dispose of your dead with dignity, and confront your fate. If you have not given yourself up, then I will punish every last man, woman or child who tries to conceal you from me.

The boy who lived … come to die. Avada Kedavra!

Rufus Scrimgeour: Our world has faced no greater threat than it does today, but your Ministry remains strong.

Ron: We’ve got to keep off the streets to stay safe.

Hermione: If Voldemort really has taken over the Ministry none of these places is safe.

Voldemort: Where will you be taking the boy?
Snape: To a safe house. I’m told it’s been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack.

Voldemort: We can agree: I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.

Ron: You know why I listen to that radio every night? In case I don’t hear Ginny’s name, or George, or Mum’s.
Harry: And you think I’m not listening, too? You think I don’t know how this feels?
Ron: You do not know how it feels! Your parents are dead; you have no family!
Hermione: Stop, please!

Kingsley: The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.

Bellatrix: We’ve got Harry Potter!

Scabior: Now, we’ll not be forgetting who actually caught him.

Lupin: Harry! Don’t, don’t!

Voldemort: Only I can live forever.

I’m not a fan of all this radio drama. I really wish you and I could finally see the trailer. If you are part of the hp_commonroom community they are doing something called a “phone tree” where you could get a text if and when the footage finally leaks out. Check it out.

“nuuuuuuuuuuuuuu THE BIRD MUST DIE! It’s symbolizes the end of Harry’s childhood and his last connection of the wizarding world from the muggle world”

This picture alone doesn’t really prove anything for me. It’s just the assumption of all the fans seeing this picture that Hedwig will not die. Harry in this scene might be letting Hedwig go but that doesn’t mean 5 minutes later she won’t end up as roast owl.

Even if Hedwig doesn’t die, I still see this scene as symbolic letting go of Harry’s “childhood”. He still probably would never see her again. People working on the film might have thought this way of letting go made much more sense in the film version. Perhaps PETA had something to do with this, and Warner Bros. was pressured in not showing a bird catch fire.

If they change it to let Hedwig go, it doesn’t matter to me. I respect that the books and films are two separate entities. The movies are inspired by the books, but don’t always follow it very well. Now if only we could have some sort of sign that Fred won’t die.

Warwick Davis (Griphook, Professor Flitwick, Music Conductor in the third film)
James Phelps (Fred Weasley)
Oliver Phelps (George Weasley)
Matthew Lewis ( Neville Longbottom)
Tom Felton ( Draco Malfoy)
Emma Watson (Hermione Granger) Updated 07/19/2010
Dead (?):
J K Rowling: Last Tweet was on March, hasn’t been active since.
Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley) : I think he’s stopped tweeting.

The only relation to the characters in this fanfic and Harry Potter is that they have the same names, and can do magic. But other than that they are completely different. Oh and Harry is 18 in this fanfic (let’s all agree to that).

As always, if you want to stay sane and have a pure mind don’t click “Continue Reading”.

So this fanfic starts off with Harry on his broom, visiting the cemetery. He finds his fathers’ grave, and digs him up. He takes the casket out, and opens the lid.

The lid popped off with relative ease, immediately sending the stench of death spewing forth into the atmosphere. It was an intoxicating combination of decomposing bones, rotting flesh, mildew, and faint traces of his father’s pheromones which still managed to exist among the other olfactory stimuli. Harry breathed deeper, saturating his lungs with the putrid scent, and loving every minute of it.

Yeah, I think we all know where this is going.

And then Harry begins taking his clothes off. It seems that this is Harry’s first dead corpse experience.

He shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to question the mechanics of nature, and bent down to brush his fathers’ lips with the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t as though he expected the body to kiss him back, but the cold, unresponsive lips unnerved him slightly. He shook his head, disgusted with his display of cowardice, and plunged full force at the pale, musky lips. His eyes closed, he pushed his tongue into the bodies’ mouth, excitedly probing around the oral cavity, searching for who knows what, but searching nonetheless.

A shiver bounced along his spine as he felt something soft and warm brush up against his tongue. Harry closed his eyes, imaging that his father was warm and alive, and this thing, whatever it was, was the tongue of his father, reaching out to him, needing him, loving him. This fantasy was shattered when his taste buds began to scream in protest at the foul slime that they were being subjected to, and Harry gasped, inadvertently swallowing the slimy source of affection. He choked and hacked until the offending worm flew from his mouth and hit the ground with a splat. Dazed and confused, it slithered out of sight.

Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up in the wooden vessel, he toyed with the buttons on his trousers before releasing them from their task and sliding them down to the top of his shoes.

You’re still going to go through with it Harry even after the worm? *sigh*

The slacks his father was buried in had certainly seen better days; the fabric practically fell apart beneath his fingers. All he had to do was tear it gently and soon the flesh of his fathers’ inner thighs was revealed. Harry was perplexed as to why they chose to bury his father commando style, but the sight of the withered, decomposing cock that appeared to be as soft as jell-o and just as flabby, seemingly attached to the body by the scarcest amount of connective tissue. This visual feast emptied his head of all patterns of logical thinking. His mouth was drawn towards the flaccid piece of flesh as if magnets of reverse polarity were at play. He indulged himself fiercely with the spoiled appendage, the flesh felt as though it could practically melt in his mouth and the texture was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The taste of death and decay swarmed over him, causing him to gag, but he was enjoying himself far too much, and he pushed onwards, running his fingers up and down the length of his own cock, crying out into the night from the pleasure he was bestowing upon himself.

His cries intensified as did the vigour of his strokes, he came in a blur of pleasure and hesitantly released James’s cock from his mouth. He looked down to see that his cum was tangled in the sparse curls of James’s pubic hair. Seeing this caused him to grin widely, and he continued to do so until a familiar voice emerged from the blackness.

Sirius shows up and shoos away Harry. Harry puts his clothes back on and flies away. And now we have Sirius alone with corpse James. Whatever will he do?

As memories of his past continued to haunt him, Sirius climbed into the waiting coffin and turned James over on his back. James has always been best on the receiving end of things and Sirius felt the experience the bond they once shared just one last time. His slacks and underwear were stripped off his body and dropped to the ground nonchalantly. He left his socks on. James always liked it when he left his socks on.

I should’ve known.

His fingers traveled along the lines of James’s mushy buttocks, retracing the contours that he once knew so well. He parted the twin cheeks, chuckling softly to himself as the lumps of flesh actually stayed in place instead of bouncing back as they had done so stubbornly in the past.

A quick thrust brought his cock into the safety of James’s rectum where he was immediately greeted by the sensation of maggots wriggling against his cock. He moaned, despite himself, and began vigorously humping James’s ass, tearing away pieces of flesh that fell to the silken lining of the coffin and sat there waiting for the insects to come and claim them.

He rocked back and forth, vigorously riding the rotting flesh, savouring the sweet ecstasy of his encroaching orgasm. Just as the walls of skin began to cave in all around his pulsating cock, he found relief and planted his seed within the corpse.

My Reaction to this entire fanfic:

“Taking the form of a giant spectral dog, it’s among the darkest omens in our world. It’s an omen…of death.”

He was a mini meme on the internet and known as, ” mysterious plot revealing Gryffindor” when he didn’t have a name. Turns out his name is Bem, same year as Harry Potter and Nigerian background. They must have more dorms for Harry’s year because there are only five beds in Harry’s dorm, and Bem isn’t his roomate.

Today I bring you 3 Harry Potter doujinshi. All from the Scanslation (Scan translation) group, Ramus-Kun.

Title: A Map In The Pocket.
Artist: Rin Ochima
I didn’t like the art style in this comic. Big heads and long thin bodies aren’t my thing. Mostly doesn’t have a plot. It just shows some scenes from the Sorcerer Stone, but with a bit of humor. In the beginning we see the scene where Hagrid borrows Sirius motorbike, and then crushing it as he get’s on it. The second does have somewhat of a plot. Harry loses 150 points for Gryffindor and becomes depressed. The Weasley twins comfort him.

Title: Flying High Students
Artists: Mitsumurahinari and Chihiro
The art is better than “A Map In The Pocket” but the characters seem to lack personality in their design. This is another “gag” manga. Harry is cute and innocent most of the time but when he’s alone with Snape he turns to a big pervert. Wish there were more scenes like that though. The second part is Sirius getting emotional about James death.

Title: Spacewalk
Artists: Io Yomogida and Gira Katsurada
Out of the three this has the more solid stories. There is some cute Lilly/Severus moment. Lilly lost her earing and Severus goes out in the middle of the night to find it. The could of used the Accio spell -_- . Severus finally finds it and Lilly tells him that James gave it to her. Then Severus has a bad mood. It ends with James thinking about Severus. I think that author intended this to be a James/Severus pairing.
The second story is Lupin saying goodbye to Ron, and talking about Peter Pettigrew.