My Ending For the 7th Book

Harry stared right in to the eyes of Voldemort "you took every thing I loved and now I'm going to make sure you never hurt me again" he sounded positively menacing and he had every right to after all he was the only one left. The only one alive Voldemort or his Death Eaters had killed every one close to Harry. His parents and Sirius had only been the beginning. Harry pulled out the Griffondor sword just as Voldemort yelled.

"Avada Kadavra" and Harry Potter new no more.

He awoke to some one knocking which puzzled him as he was sure he had passed out out side or hadn't Voldemort killed him? It was slipping away from him like a dream almost. And there was that knocking again a voice was yelling at him now it was hard to hear.

"Up, up you lazy lump up. I need you to cook the bacon its dudders birthday after all." that was wrong, some one had killed his aunt last year but he couldn't remember the name it had started with a V though "are you up yet" deciding it was best to just agree and worry about it later he mumbled something incoherent he wasn't even sure what he had said. "Good now hurry up" and he heard her storm away. Opening his eyes he saw something he thought he would never see again the ceiling of the cupboard under the stairs. That couldn't be right some one had destroyed the house almost a year ago but again he couldn't remember the name. "Hurry up" his aunt called from the kitchen Harry stood up he felt short or shorter than usual looking down he realized he was in old close of Dudley's that wasn't right he had bought muggle close when he went to live with Remus something why couldn't he remember Remus' last name? It all felt like a dream. And then his heart sinking Harry looked around at the cupboard under the stairs his eyes fell on a calendars:

April 22 1991

It had all been a dream it was Dudley's birthday to day. His 11th birthday and Harry was still going to primary school and he would be going to Stonewall come next September there was no Hogwarts there was no Sirius or Remus or Quidditch. There was no Magic. And his scar was just that a scar. Souvenir of the car crash that killed his parents and left him with his aunt and uncle it wasn't cursed he wasn't a wizard he had dent fallen in love he was just a small 10 year old boy who would have given any thing to have a different life. And so he went to make his cousin breakfast and than to Ms. Figgs house and she wasn't a squib just a normal old lady with to many cats and a lot of cabbage. Oh well Harry thought to him self it had been a good dream and so he got started on the bacon absentmindedly rubbing his lightning shaped scar.