Disclaimer: Harry Potter and any such related characters/symbols/ideas/etc. are in direct correlation to J.K. Rowling as of the year 2011.

Rating: PG-15 for language and possibly explicit scenes.

Categories: Angst/Adventure/Action/Humor/Fantasy/Semi-Romance/Sci-fi/Parody (Basically a bit of everything). Mainly parody/humor with a lot of action/adventure.

Summary: Raised by his godfather, Harry Potter uses his superior warding skills to get through his teenage life. He is forced to attend Hogwarts, where he makes loyal friends, girlfriends, and enemies. Story will cross-over with other fictional worlds later on. Harry Potter/Katie Bell/Daphne Greengrass major pairing. Perhaps one more pairing. Not completely a Harem fanfic.

Warnings: Very AU! Basically, an AU inside of another AU based off of canon. Also, OOC for many characters. In addition, minor Weasley and Hermione bashing. Confused Dumbledore.

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Prologue: The Apocalypse

Harry Potter cautiously stepped into the halls of Azkaban. It was a bitter-cold Friday afternoon. Harry Potter was dressed like a lord – elegant black silk robes, thundering basilisk-enhanced armor, and warm, brown, and furry charm-resistant boots.

He was no older than eighteen years of age. Yet, his face was etched with so much worry that it could rival with Dumbledore's, were he still alive.

Harry pondered how to infiltrate the prison without alerting the other prisoners of his presence. He searched his side pockets and sighed with relief as he felt something soft and slippery at the tips of his fingers. Thanking his good luck, he whipped out a silvery cloak. Harry quickly wrapped the cloak around his body, rendering his body completely invisible to the human eye.

Harry dashed across the lifeless hallways. There were prison cells on either side, full of helpless Death Eaters and criminals. Harry quickly sidled up against the wall and began making his way up the long, narrow, spiral staircase that led to the most-dangerously guarded of prisoners. That was his destination.

He began to climb the fifteen flights of stairs. He climbed farther and father. And with each step, his heart beat faster and faster. With each step, the air around him dropped by a few degrees. And with each step, something inside of him broke.

Eventually, Harry reached the top level of Azkaban prison. He looked around the fairly deserted floor.

The hallway was identical to the ones directly below. The only difference was that the prisons on either side were empty. There weren't many prisoners up here, just one. His name was Draco Malfoy.

Harry's heart clenched as he neared Draco's prison. It was guarded by no less than fifteen dementors. All of which were at most, two feet away from him. Harry's gaze left the black masses of dementors and landed upon a heap of something on the ground. Harry felt remorse towards the shivering pale figure on the ground.

Gulping, Harry took off his cloak and took out the white Elder Wand. He pointed it at the area directly in front of him and croaked, "Expecto Patronum."

There was a crack, and then a rumbling bang. The Death Stick gave a quiver. Then, a golden mist erupted from the white wand. The golden mist settled down next to the huddled group of dementors harassing Draco Malfoy and materialized into a golden, corporeal stag.

Inhumane and shrill screams followed as the black cloaked creatures backed away. The creatures looked up and saw their nemesis – Harry Potter, the Conqueror. Out of terror, the dementors immediately fled without the slightest hesitation. The golden stag then continued towards the limp figure on the ground and fed some life back into the heartless prisoner.

Draco Malfoy looked up at Harry Potter. His dull blue eyes met Harry's vibrant emerald green.

"Why?" Harry croaked. "Why did you do it, Draco? Please . . . I just need to know."

Draco opened his mouth and licked his cracked whitened lips. "I didn't do it."

Harry's aura flashed violently, forcing Draco to cower in front of such immense power. "Stop it. Just tell me. Why did you kill her? Were you jealous? Why did you hurt me? You vowed to always be there. Then why did you do it Drake?"

Draco began to cry. "I didn't do it. I'm innocent Harry. I swear!" He fell to the ground and began to weep even harder. The golden stag looked Harry in the eyes and sent a look of resentment, as if saying 'Stop being such a bitch.'

Harry bit his lip. He hadn't been there for Draco's trial. But Draco had been convicted of the murder of his wife. The Weasleys had seen to that. And he trusted the Weasleys a lot, even more than he had once trusted Draco. But what if Draco had been falsely convicted? Like Sirius Black?

"But you had a trial." Harry croaked, hoping that he was wrong. Hoping that Draco was guilty and innocent at the same time.

"It wasn't a fair trial." Draco whimpered. "The Weasels bribed ministry officials to convict me."

Anger flashed across Harry's face. "THE WEASLEYS WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Harry gritted his teeth and shook his head. "You know what Drake; I'll just forget we ever met here. I'm actually looking forward to the Dementor's Kiss tomorrow. It'll serve you right." He was about to turn around when . . . .

"I, Draco Malfoy, swear upon my remaining life and magic that I never betrayed Harry James Potter Pendragon willingly and never participated in the murder of Daphne Potter née Greengrass. So mote it!"

Harry turned around and gaped as a white light erupted from Draco's chest and engulfed him completely. After a few seconds, Draco looked up at Harry and grinned weakly.

"See, I'm still alive." He coughed a bit but managed to stay up, with the support of the wall.

Harry's mind began to race at the top acceleration of a Firebolt. This couldn't be happening! He shook his head, not convinced. "You're lying. You obviously lost all your magic."

Draco grimly shook his head. "Why don't you believe me, Harry?" Harry gulped, refusing to reason with logic. "Fine." Draco held up his trembling right hand, and whimpered, "Lumos." To Harry's surprise, a dim blue light erupted from his hand and hovered in the air for a few seconds before shimmering away.

During their Hocrux hunt, Daphne, Harry, and Draco had all learned wandless magic. It was still surprising that Draco could perform even the slightest of magic, considering that he had been exposed to such extreme conditions in Azkaban prison.

Harry gasped and quickly rushed over to the bars behind which Draco was struggling to keep alive. "Wait . . . you're telling the truth?"

Draco panted and fell to the floor, obviously in extreme condition due to magical and physical fatigue. Harry bit his lip and internally smacked himself for not having listened to his former best friend earlier.

Feeling obligated to free Draco, Harry gripped the bars and pressed on them hard. He clenched his fists around the bars and felt the metal crack. And then, the barred prison door shattered and clanked to the floor. Wasting no time, Harry rushed over to Draco and felt his pulse. There was still a pulse. Draco Malfoy was still alive.

"Griphook!" Harry shouted. After a minute's pause, there was a loud earth-shattering bang and a goblin appeared accompanied by two others.

"Lord Pendragon, we are at your service." Griphook bowed deeply. The other two followed suit.

"I need for you to reinstate Draco Malfoy as a powerful equal to Lord Pendragon." At the shocked faces of the four goblins, he continued. "He has been wronged by ministry officials. He must be provided with the best care there is in the goblin world. Have the elves help with his healing process. He has been wrongly imprisoned."

Griphook nodded. "We warned you earlier, milord. But you refused to listen."

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I know. And also, put the Weasley's on hold. They are no longer my allies, as of now. And Granger as well."

Griphook nodded, grinning. "We knew you would get back into your senses. Especially after they clearly abandoned you in your sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts." Harry nodded in acknowledgment. Griphook took a bow and began tending to Draco. "Picknose and Scratchquill, come here and help me tend to our lord's equal." Harry watched as the other goblins began to perform magical remedies to revive Draco.

Harry sighed. He needed to see the Weasleys. What the hell were they playing at?

OoOoO

Harry Potter apparated just outside of the ward radius of the Burrow. The house stood upright, the floors made of hardwood, put together in the fashion of a Lego creation. The house was in no even pattern whatsoever, completely asymmetrical.

A light flickered on the topmost floor. It obviously was the new couple's bedroom. Ron and Hermione were now husband and wife.

Harry took a deep breath and stepped into the wards. He was keyed into the wards so the Weasleys were obviously alerted of his presence instantly. He continued walking towards the entrance. Today was the twins' birthday party and he had been invited. Not that he wanted to. It was also the day his wife had been murdered, exactly one year ago. But nonetheless, the Fred and George were important to him, especially after how helpful they had been in killing off Voldemort's army in the final battle.

Harry frowned. But why wasn't the birthday party being held over at their apartment, located above their prank shop in Diagon Alley? That was odd . . . .

Harry frowned a bit more. The house was quiet, too quiet for a birthday party! He couldn't hear much of a racket coming from the kitchen. Harry expected there to be tons of guests. After all, the Weasley twins were pretty famous back at Hogwarts.

Harry sighed. He just wanted the truth about everything.

Suddenly, the front door clicked open. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny stepped out, giving off their most-entrancing of smiles.

"Oh Harry!" Ginny rushed up and eagerly hugged him. Harry cautiously hugged her back, but with much less ferocity. He considered it to be more of a brother-sister hug.

Mrs. Weasley smiled her bitter-sweet smile. "Harry, we're glad that you could make it. Come in, if you will." Harry nodded and allowed Ginny to lead him inside.

"Why don't you and Ginny catch up on things while I go set up everything for the party." She discretely winked and left the two. Harry was clearly not amused by Mrs. Weasley's antics. It was obvious that she was trying to set Harry and Ginny up in some sort of unworkable relationship.

Harry entered the living room and knew something was definitely wrong. There were no signs of other guests! And worst of all, he couldn't spot the Weasley twins!

Ginny tried to drag Harry off to her room, but Harry held his ground. "Where are the twins? It's their birthday party after all, right?"

Ginny frowned. "Don't worry, they'll be coming later on in the night. Come on, I have to show you something in my room." She smiled, flashing her white teeth in his direction. When Harry rolled his eyes, she pouted and snuggled into his chest. "Come on Harry, how are we going to work our relationship if we never snog privately?"

Harry gaped. "Are you nuts Ginerva? I don't even know you that well! There's nothing going on between us!"

"Oh come off it, Harry. I know you're secretly attracted to me. We're a perfect match. I look just like your mother. So, we're perfect in every way." She nodded confidently.

Harry snarled. "I'm going to go check on Hermione and Ron."

Ginny wrinkled up her nose and pouted. "Why can't we just work this out? Surely, I'm a better match than that Daphne slut." Ginny instantly gasped and covered her mouth, hoping Harry hadn't heard the last part of her sentence.

Harry's gaze hardened. He turned to face Ginny, who cowered a bit under his gaze. "Listen to me right now, Ginerva. I will never – I repeat – NEVER have feelings towards you. And if you call Daphne a slut one more time, I'll personally make sure you're infertile for the rest of your life. Do I make myself clear?"

Ginny wasn't stupid. It wasn't the best idea in the world to go up against the Man-Who-Conquered single-handed. Key word, single-handed. She cracked a reassuring smile and bobbed her head.

"Good," Harry grumbled and headed towards the stairs. "Where's the bathroom again?" He turned back and asked.

Ginny, unable to form coherent thoughts at the moment, pointed towards the room next to hers. Harry shrugged.

As soon as he had left, redhead girl rushed into the kitchen.

"Mum!" She whispered harshly. "It's not working. The love potion isn't working at all. How are we supposed to get together? He absolutely loathes me!"

Mrs. Weasley's warm smile left her face. "Just keep him here for a few more minutes. I'll call over Arthur, Bill, and Charlie. And bring down Hermione and Ronald too. We'll need all the manpower that we can get for the plan to work."

Ginny frowned. "What about Percy and the twins?"

Mrs. Weasley huffed. "They outright disagreed to take part in the plan. I'll have you know that they have been obliviated and kicked out of the family."

Ginny nodded. And then, she let a creepy smile etch across her face. "By the end of the day, I'll be Mrs. Potter, the richest woman in Great Britain!" Mrs. Weasley simply smiled and patted Ginny on the back.

Harry Potter looked in the mirror. His face was red with anger. How dare Ginny insult Daphne like that! Harry grabbed a fistful of his unruly hair and sighed. Maybe going to the Weasleys' house wasn't such a bright idea after all.

"Harry, are you in there?" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed from outside the bathroom. Harry sighed. "Come down quick. We're starting supper now. The party will start soon."

Harry heard footsteps go fade away. Harry looked around and noticed a small round window. It was his only escape, if he wanted to escape. His gut told him that something terrible was going to happen. And it kept motioning Harry towards the window. Was his animal war instinct telling him to get out of the house as soon as possible? Why?

Harry inhaled deeply. I can do this, Harry muttered to himself, fingering the Elder Wand in his hand. The Invisibility Cloak was discretely wrapped around his waist, and he was wearing the Peverell ring, which was now embedded with the Resurrection Stone.

He had all three Deathly Hallows. Nobody knew that he was the true Conqueror of Death.

If the Weasleys try anything . . . Harry laughed out loud. They couldn't do anything! He would live . . . no matter what. Nothing could go wrong, right?

But his gut refused to side with him this time. His gut had always agreed his past actions. And his gut had always been right.

When he had wanted to go rescue the Sorcerer's Stone in the first year, his gut had readily agreed. When he had wanted to enter the Chamber of Secrets, his gut had readily agreed. When he had wanted to sacrifice himself in front of Voldemort, his gut had readily agreed.

But when Harry had wanted to go to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius, his gut had readily refused to side with him. When he had wanted to ask the Weasleys and Hermione for help while searching for Hocruxes, his gut had readily denied to side with him. And now, his gut was telling him that he was wrong. Something was wrong. But . . . what?

Harry gulped and washed his hands thoroughly. After a while, he opened the door with a click and went down towards the kitchen.

On the table, Bill and Charlie were seated at one end, fervently discussing something important, perhaps something about dragons? Hermione and Ron were grinning like Cheshire cats, possibly talking about their latest orgasm? Molly and Arthur were whispering something in low voices, perhaps deciding whether they should use contraceptive potions, spells, or plain simple condoms for the night? And Ginny was busy day-dreaming, probably about the most efficient way to finger herself?

Harry gave a fake smile. "Hi everybody."

"Hey Harry, long time no see mate." Ron got up and shook his hand, giving him a loud thump on his back. It was a manly hug, full of masculinity. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, why did it feel like this would be the last time that Harry got this kind of hug from his best friend Ron?

Hermione followed suit, except she squeezed the life out of him. "Good to see you, Harry."

Bill and Charlie gave their nods of greetings. Finally, Ginny came up and led him to the vacant seat next to hers. "Have a seat." Harry frowned but politely followed her. He looked down at the inviting tray of food in front of him and grinned. Following Ron's food habits, he began to gobble down the boiled chicken and pasta.

"So, how have you been coping?" Arthur asked. He seemed sincere, but there was an odd and peculiar gleam in his eyes. "You know, with your wife's death?"

Harry felt a lump in his throat but quickly gulped down a glass of water. "I'm coping fine." Harry failed to elaborate. "Say, where are Fred and George? I know Percy was a prat, but what about the birthday boys? They're still not here?"

Molly bit her lip but quickly straightened her demeanor and gave him a warm smile. "Oh, you know how busy my boys can be sometimes. They're probably still cleaning up. They'll be here any minute. So, how do feel about marriage? Have you considered it yet?"

Harry spewed a bit of the water onto his shirt. "Um, excuse me." He coughed out loud and turned to face Molly. "I don't feel comfortable talking about this topic." He added nicely, before continuing to hobble down the luscious mouth-watering food in small amounts.

He frowned as he caught the smell of a familiar potion in his drink. Shrugging, Harry gulped down the pumpkin juice. A small tingle irritated his throat but went away as quickly as it had appeared. Harry looked around and caught the rest of the family staring at him intently. Were they expecting something to happen? Oh well, sucks for them.

A few minutes past and nobody spoke a word. Finally, Harry got fed up with delays and excuses and fingered his white wand. "Okay, just bloody tell me the truth. Stop making excuses and tell me where the hell the two of them are. What's going on guys?" Harry got up from the dinner table and backed away. Something was definitely wrong. Harry didn't need his instinct to figure that much out.

"Harry, nothing's wrong." Hermione frowned. "Are you feeling alright?"

Harry sighed. "I have to go to the bathroom. Just feeling extreme paranoia, I guess. Post trauma from the war, you know?" Hermione nodded. But as soon as he turned around, he knew he had made a big mistake. Moody had always said to never turn your back on anybody. Not even your friends.

Because chances are, your friends will always be at your side, never behind, never in front.

"Imperio!" Harry gaped from shock as he heard someone from behind mutter the Unforgivable curse. The white spell erupted from Ginerva's wand and impacted Harry's back. Harry stood there, his eyes glazed.

"I want you to come back and snog me senseless, Harry." Ginny sweetly chirped. The people on the table all chuckled, to Harry's surprise. What kind of sick joke was this?

To their surprise, Harry simpered. "Fuck you."

But Ron smiled back. "Good job, Potter. Let's see how you cope with two of them. Imperio!"

A second burst of light later, Harry's vision began to blur as his consciousness tried to fight a losing battle between him and the enemy's command.

After much difficulty, Harry shook off the curse for a while and made a run for the front door. Half-way across the room, he fell to his feet.

"Imperio!" Bill and Charlie Weasley enchanted the Unforgivable curse at the same time. Harry clutched his head as his mind began to blaze with extreme pain. He had never been able to fight off more than four Imperius curses before!

Bill smirked. "Now, now. Don't try to fight it. Come here and sign this piece of parchment." Harry regretfully obliged and followed Bill's pointed hand. There, on the table, was a white piece of parchment with ink blots or writing. It read:

I, Harry James Potter Pendragon, to hereby issue this will valid.

I give all the Weasley's full access to the Potter, Black, and Peverell vaults.

I admit that Ginerva Weasley is my second wife and pass on all assets that are not render-able to non-family members. I hereby claim her as the new Mrs. Potter.

Signature: .,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

Harry looked back at the grinning faces of the Weasels.

"Sign it, sweetheart," Ginny cooed, stroking his cheek.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to fight back control over his own body. He thought about Daphne. The rightful wife Potter. He thought about the son she would have bore for him. And he let slip a few tears.

"Damn you," he grumbled and lashed out his white wand. Instantly, he was hit by two more Imperius curses. From Molly and Arthur, this time. Harry screamed as he tried to fight off six simultaneous Imperius curses. But it seemed impossible.

Harry clenched the sides of the wooden table. I can do this. Harry was determined. He had been able to do the impossible before. He could do it again!

But his gut internally laughed at him. Nope, he was screwed. His luck had to run out at some time.

Harry cried as his hand reached across the table and grabbed the quill. It was a blood quill. His hand reached across and began to stroke the piece of parchment. Against his will, his hand began to scribble something next to the wretched word, 'Signature.'

With every word, a drop of blood was shed. And with every stroke, Harry thought of another reason to suicide.

And then, it stopped. Harry looked back at the piece of parchment. It glowed golden before returning to a pale yellow. The Weasleys smiled and let out whoops of glee and mirth.

Ginny went over and smashed her lips onto Harry's. For a few minutes, she kept her kips pressed to his. Harry tried to stop her, push her off. Anything! Alas, it was no use. Life was no longer worth living. His friends and almost-family members had betrayed him!

And then Ginny withdrew with a sad look on her face. "I'm going to miss you, Harry."

Harry frowned. He opened his dry mouth to speak. But he couldn't.

Ginny smiled. "Goodbye." Harry's frown deepened. "Kill yourself, Harry."

Harry's insides began to rumble. NO! He couldn't kill himself. No! I'm the Conqueror of Death! The rest of the Weasleys saw him struggle and shook their heads.

Ginny turned towards Hermione. "Will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure," she smiled cruelly, greed rolling off of her cinnamon brown eyes. "Imperio! Kill yourself now!"

Who would have ever guessed it? They were all traitors. True blood traitors. True blood traitors were those who betrayed their own people for lust, money, and worldly gains. The Weasleys were a fraud; an insult to mankind. A total disgrace. Harry had put his faith in the wrong people. They had stung back when he was most vulnerable. That's how life worked.

Blood traitor. The word rang inside Harry's head as he tried to fight off the seven simultaneous Imperius curses. Of course, he tried. But he lost in the end. It was too much for any one individual wizard to handle. The strain was too much. Something inside of Harry's mind finally broke. The mental shackles began to pull his mind deeper into the endless pit of doom; into submission.

Harry screamed as he raised the white wand and pressed the tip of it against his own chest. He had lost. The great Harry Potter had broken at last. "No!" The young man struggled, his face turning a wretched purple. His heart began to beat rapidly. "Pl-lease . . . n-no . . . Avada Ked . . . Avada Ked . . . Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green curse emitted from the white wand and hit Harry head-on. The powerful impact knocked the young man off of his feet. Harry flew a few feet into the air and fell down with a loud THUMP!

The Weasleys began to chuckle loudly. Little did they know that they had just provoked the greatest of dangers. The Apocalypse.

Harry Potter's body began to shimmer and convulse. The occupants of the room all pointed their wands at his body, wondering how he was still alive. And then, the body of Harry James Potter turned into a dark black shadow.

The body lost all features of the ordinary human body. It lost all color. The new shadow was made of pure dark magic and covered completely with a thin layer of antimatter. It wasn't ordinary antimatter either. It was magically-inhibited antimatter. If one were to do tests, he or she would find that the aura that surrounded the man consisted of antihydrogen and anticarbon. Some seriously nasty stuff.

And if the figure wanted to, he could unleash the magical inhibitors, making his aura vehemently lethal to any source of matter nearby. If he wanted, anything that came within ten centimeters could be immediately obliterated from mere existence. If he wanted, he could destroy everything in his path.

The shadowy figure got up. The dark silhouette of his body didn't match his shadow. His body was deranged; his shadow was in the shape of an elongated ellipse. The luminescent shadow directly below seemed to be cackling with glee right behind him.

The black figure looked in the direction of the Weasleys and let out a hearty laugh. "Humankind is indeed full of stupidity. Nothing more indeed. Well, I only have one word for all of you . . . fuckyou!"

~~~ Scene Alert ~~~

Before anyone could say a word, the creature flew towards Ginerva Weasley and grabbed her neck. Within seconds, her skin began to bleed a crimson red. Something black reaped into her soft, pale skin. The substance turned her blood black upon contact and continued downstream inside of her vessels. The unknown substance began depriving the red blood cells of hemoglobin, cutting off the girl's chance of survival. Before anyone could get over the shock of the figure attacking Ginerva Weasley, the figure ripped out the insides of her throat. He smiled, eyes full of lust for blood.

"You bastard!" Six simultaneous killing curses made their way towards the black figure. But at the last minute, the paths of the green curses were reversed 180 degrees, hitting the respective casters. In just ten seconds, all six occupants dropped dead to the ground. Lifeless bodies. Worthless souls.

Apocalypse smiled. Foolish humans. They had destroyed their own hero. They had destroyed the very balance of life. And now, they had to pay for their greed and ungratefulness. Today, the sky would fall!

He looked down at the disfigured girl's body. Shaking his head, he brutally grabbed her shoulder blades and squeezed his claws into the soft cartilage. They began to bleed. They bled peacefully. The unknown black plasma ebbed into her skin and the molecules within slowly popped away from existence upon contact.

Apocalypse shook his head. They had wronged the wrong person. Harry Potter was special. Harry was his magical godson!

Apocalypse snarled and clawed his way down the girl's bloody abdomen, unleashing his silent rage on the girl. He wrenched out her liver, pancreas, and stomach, one by one. He took his time as he disintegrated each part of her body. And finally, he clawed at her disfigured back, ripping out her spinal cord, detaching it from the back of her rib cage brutally.

He crushed the spinal cord in his bare hands. Satisfied, he unleashed his own pure dark magic, banishing her soul to No Man's Land. This way, her soul would never exist in any other reality.

~~~ End ~~~

Apocalypse stared at the lifeless bodies of the other Weasleys. He snarled but sighed. He made his way outside, where he raised both of his arms and screamed, at the top of his lungs, "Avada Patronum!"

A large black ball of black plasma, fifteen feet in diameter, left his hands and sailed towards the skies, where it erupted. Black plasma and dark magic began to pour down and filtered the already-polluted air. And then, the sky began to fall.

Apocalypse frowned. He examined the wrecked, five-story house. "They don't deserve property." He snarled and brought up his hand. From one of his seven fingers, he let slip a few ounces of antimatter.

As soon as the antimatter left his hand, it burst with a deafening crack, causing a large-scale explosion. The positrons and electrons collided and obliterated one another. Antineutrons and neutrons found one another and had the same destructive results. Soon, the Burrow was no more. In its place was the black mark of a phoenix. The Weasley legacy would be no more. They would never be at peace, ever. They would remain cursed for eternity.

The clouds began to near the ground and the ground began to tremble.

Apocalypse sniffed and let out a crazy screech. "The apocalypse is coming, bitches! Watch me roll!" He conjured his trusty black steed and decided to ride around the Diagon Alley, screaming, "The Apocalypse is here! Nothing can save you now!"

And that is exactly what he did. The wizards obviously ignored him for the first few hours. But when wizards began to drop dead on the ground and disintegrate because they inhaled black plasma, pandemonium struck.

Within a few hours, the sky was barely seven feet off the ground. Within another ten minutes, the sky had fallen. Apocalypse smiled and conjured a bottle. His deed was complete. He activated a portkey-like device and let the dimension ripple apart into nothingness. He left it to its own fate.

With the destruction of one dimension, another identical one was born. There wasn't much of a difference in this new one. The only exception was that Ginerva Weasley no longer existed. It was an alternate reality. It was a parallel universe. It was a fresh chance for the newly unbound soul of Harry James Potter.