A/N: I got some of the ideas from this from Charmed. Watch that show, it's a cool show. It's my version of the ending of the 7th book.

Voldemort raised his wand toward Harry, and Harry pointed his outward, gritting his teeth. This time there was no connection between the wands, and the full force of the Dark Lord's wand hit Harry. Harry screamed as the same flash of light erupted from his wand, and Voldemort was thrown backward with the force of it, but the Dark Lord's spell hit Harry a second before. The boy- as, at 17, that was all he was- fell backward and closed his eyes.

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"Harry? Harry?" a red haired woman stood over a boy in a hospital as he slowly opened his green eyes. "Harry, come back to reality!"

"This is not reality.." he murmered, "I'm supposed to be dead, Voldemort killed me.."

"Harry." A man walked over to his bed and stared at his son. "Harry, this is reality. You need to let go of your dream world."

"That's what all of them tell me, Dad.."

"Honey, Tom is only trying to help you.."

"He's still alive?"

"Your psychiatrist? Tom Marvelo Riddle? He's alive, he's in the other room!" the red haired woman said.

"He is Voldemort, mum! VOLDEMORT!" Harry looked madly at all of them. "I am a wizard! I can prove it!" He willed himself to believe that one of the posts on his bed was a snake and hissed at it.

"Harry, you're not a wizard, and anyone can hiss like that. You can't communicate with snakes."

"What about the boa constrictor I set on Dudley?"

"You didn't set a boa constrictor on Dudley, Dudley doesn't exist."

"YES HE DOES!!!" Harry screamed, jumping up in bed to glare at his father.

"Harry.." A high pitched voice said from the door. Harry turned around to see the face of Voldemort.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" Harry jumped up and grabbed a twig from his bedside table and waved it at the psychiatrist. Nothing happened.

"Harry, I believe you're a danger to yourself. Nurse?" He called down the hallway. A woman came into Harry's room, and, smiling sweetly at Harry, strapped him into a straight jacket. "Harry, this is for your own good." With Harry struggling furiously, she took him down the hallway into the padded rooms.

"Harry, if you let go of this fantasy, you can have a normal life!"

"I am a wizard! See my forehead? See my scar?" He fumed.

"Harry, child, there is nothing there. 'Voldemort' doesn't exist. And Harry, you look completely normal. You don't have a scar."