Emma Watson’s New Scene

By: ClearVision

“But that’s not in the script!” shouted Emma Watson from her private dressing room.

“That doesn’t make any difference,” said her producer, exhausted. “The screenwriters have rewritten the script for Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, and it is a final decision.”

“But I don’t want to be eaten!” Emma replied in frustration. “I didn’t sign on for this! Surely Bonnie or Evanna could…?”

Her producer shook his head. “I’m sorry, Emma, but the final changes are final. This scene has been written in, and it specifically states in your contract that you’ll do whatever the screenwriters and I tell you to. You’ve signed away all of your rights.”

Tears ran down Emma’s face, but she nodded bravely. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said. “Anything for the movie.”

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THE ADDED SCENE

After Fred Weasley was killed, Hermione decided that she wanted to approach Voldemort on her own. Harry and Ron were against this, of course, but Hermione was persistent, and they finally gave in, with the promise that she wouldn’t do anything rash.

Hermione shot a spell at the Whomping Willow, pushing the button underneath the tree and stopping it from thrashing about. Shaking, she lowered herself into the opening underneath the tree, and began crawling through the tunnel towards the Shrieking Shack. As she walked, she started taking off her clothes, shedding them one piece at a time.

By the time she reached the trapdoor, she was naked. She raised the trapdoor slightly, and saw Lucius Malfoy and Voldemort standing there, apparently having an argument. Throwing the trapdoor open with a bang, Hermione rose up and threw her naked body into the room. Both men were startled and looked around at her.

Hermione cleared her throat, shaking visibly. “My lord,” she stammered forcibly. “I’ve come to give you an offering.”

Voldemort’s eyes looked slightly excited, but he kept his voice cool. “What kind of offering is this?” he replied. Hermione noticed that Malfoy’s pants were becoming tighter, as his dick swelled at the sight of her naked and delicious body.

“My lord,” Hermione started, “my offering is me. Harry would never think to come here unless he was provoked, and I think that I have the perfect solution. Kill me, and cook me for dinner, and Harry will be so angry at losing me that he’ll react irrationally.”

Lucius looked excited at this. “My Lord,” he said to Voldemort. “She does have quite a good idea. Just think, it’ll be one more Mud blood down, and we won’t have to cook supper tonight. It is an excellent plan.”

Voldemort looked strangely back at Hermione. “But surely, girl,” he said. “You’re a virgin? Surely you don’t want to die a virgin?”

Hermione looked steadily back at him. “That’s why both of you have to take my virginity before you snuff me. That way I won’t die a virgin.”

Both men nodded, and began to unzip their pants. Hermione got down on her knees on the floor, and Lucius Malfoy stepped behind her, straddling her. Within moments, his dick was entering her tight pussy, and both of his hands went around her ass as he began to ride her.

Voldemort walked over and stopped right in front of Hermione. Panting, she reached up with her right hand and grabbed his cock, sticking the tip into her mouth and sucking on the end. For the next few moments, there was no sound but a pounding sound (from Hermione’s pussy being fucked), wild slurping sounds, and moans from both men and Hermione.

Lucius came first, filling up Hermione’s vaginal cavity with his sticky cum. Then Voldemort’s moans became louder, and precum began to leak out of his penis. Then all of a sudden, a huge splash of cum came shooting out of his dick, landing on Hermione’s tongue and coating her face and cheeks. She let go of Voldemort’s dick, and both men leaned back, exhausted.

Voldemort’s face suddenly was filled with cunning. “Now that the festivities are out of the way,” he said, grinning widely. “I think it’s time we snuff the meat.” With his wand, he conjured a butcher knife out of thin air into his right hand, and then he grabbed Hermione’s hair in his left hand. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, readying herself for the act.

The butcher knife sawed into Hermione’s throat, spilling out fountains of blood. Hermione made gurgling sounds, but kept her eyes tightly shut as Voldemort continued to saw away at her neck. The knife met bone, and then with loud chunking sounds, it began to separate her head from her body.

Finally, Voldemort triumphantly lifted her head away from her decapitated body. Hermione’s bare feet kicked on the dusty floor, and blood spurted out of her severed neck. Her eyes looked down at her kicking body, now just meat on the floor. Then Hermione’s eyes rolled in her decapitated head, upwards towards the ceiling, as her mind finally died and her body became dinner for the two men.

Voldemort put Hermione’s head down on the floor, and looked down at her headless corpse. “Good,” he exclaimed. “Now who’s hungry?”

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“Cut!” yelled the director. “That was perfect, print it!”

Emma Watson’s producer looked at the bloody scene in horror. “My god, what a mess!” he exclaimed. “Now what do we do with Emma?” Emma Watson’s decapitated body still lay there, cooling on the floor. Her blood was splattered everywhere.

The director rolled his eyes at his producer. “We’ll do what we always planned to do. Now let’s get Emma cleaned up and out to the kitchens. We planned to have the whole cast for a dinner party, and she’ll be the meat on the menu. Now hop to it!”

The producer looked excited. “This was definitely more than I imagined when I signed on for these movies.” He grabbed Emma’s feet, and signaled one of the camera crew to lift the other end of her body. Together, they carried her into the kitchens and laid her out on the butchering table.

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“Man, this meat is delicious!” exclaimed Rupert Grint. “I can’t believe Emma actually agreed to be made into steaks.”

“I know, Rupert,” said Daniel Radcliffe. “She tastes just as delicious as she looked. Please pass me the barbecue sauce, would you?” He cut off a piece that had been part of Emma’s thigh before she was butchered, and added on some sauce. With pleasure, he started chewing, and burped loudly.

One of Emma’s cooked breasts lay simmering on her producer’s plate. With relish, he cut off a big chunk and lifted it into his mouth. On the other side of him, the director had one of Emma’s severed feet on his plate. He grabbed it and bit into one of her toes, the bones crunching loudly. He pulled her cooked foot away from him, leaving a stringy piece of meat in his mouth. With a gulp, he swallowed.

The whole cast dined on Emma’s meat at that dinner party, and her death was written off as a ‘planned vacation.’ The producers knew that people would catch on eventually, especially after they saw the movie, but they didn’t think anyone would care. And to their delight, nobody did. The rewritten Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was a great success in the theatres, and brought them enough money so that they could write a highly successful sequel: “Nymphadora Tonks and The Wizard Cannibals.”