Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way whatsoever which sucks cause if I did I'd be pretty rich and famous. This is for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This conversation came up during my Orchestra class about a week ago. My friends and I were discussing what would really happen in the last Harry Potter book. Sadly, I haven't read past four, but I knew enough about what happened to get in on the discussion. So, as we were inferring and guessing, I started coming up with really absurd and bizarre ideas about what would happen. If you'd like to read about them, then go right ahead.
!By the way, this is rated M for really strong violence, disturbing images, and some language!
I hope this can be taken in the nicest way. I meant no harm, but a lot of people die and will act really dumb. Hopefully, you, the readers, can find humor in it all, but please don't take great offense to it. It's merely in good fun. And if you decided to ignore this little message, then I suppose that's your own deal. But if you did read it, then thank you and enjoy.
AND BY THE WAY, This story goes out to my lovely friends Becky and Andrew!!! WHOO!!!
No One Saw THIS Coming . . .
So, let me set the scene for you: everything is going pretty much the way everyone hoped that it would. Ron and Hermione are together and happy, Snape is, depending on your preference, good/bad and is doing/not doing the things you hoped he would/would not do, and so on and so forth. Right now this isn't about them, so just picture the story how you want it to be going up until the last chapter. That's where this story truly begins.
Harry is finally going to finish off Voldemort once and for all. They are in a cold, eerie dungeon and it's raining heavily outside. The sound of the rain echos off every wall and some of the rain pours in tendrils down the stony ruble of the dungeon floors and walls. Consequently, rains drips from the ceiling making puddles down to where Harry and Voldemort stand. The continual flashing of lightning and crashing of thunder makes the dungeon seem nothing less than a Hell on earth. Harry is soaked to the bone and his hair is lying against his face as the rain he ran through to get to Voldemort drips down his hair and onto the floor. Voldemort is standing there seemingly lifeless except for the cruel, sinister smirk he is directly towards Harry.
"So glad you could make it, Harry," Voldemort sneers, "I have been waiting for the day when I could finally finish you off once and for all." Harry, clutching his knees trying to catch his breath, merely glares at him from under his bangs. Suddenly, Voldemort breaks out into a crazed laughter, "Are you scared Potter?! If you are, then this will make for quite a poor show! At least stand up straight so I can kill you properly!" And with that, he began walking slowly towards Harry, wand poised and ready to strike. Harry, finally able to regain his composure, was now up and ready to fight with the dark Lord. But instead of walking calmly over to Voldemort, Harry charged at him and shot a quick spell out of his wand hitting the odious one directly in the chest. Voldemort was flung back a few feet, but he landed sternly on both feet grabbing at his chest and leering at Harry. "Well done, Harry," he gasped, "But I'm afraid it wasn't good enough!" and he shot back at Harry with a spell of his own. Harry was able to dodge it, but barely. It grazed his right arm and blood pooled slowly out of the wound and down his hand. But Voldemort didn't give Harry the chance to regroup and immediately shot another spell at him. One after another, the only thing Harry could do to stay alive was dodge. He hadn't even gotten the opportunity to strike since the very first hit that he had dealt. And that's when Voldemort struck him with a paralysis spell. With nothing in his body responding to him, Harry's body sunk to the ground with a pitiful thump. And now Voldemort laughed again, but this time it held no hint of enjoyment or amusement. "And now, you will join the parents you could never save," he said raising his wand to the scar on Harry's forehead. Badly wounded, Harry looked through his cloudy vision to see the look of his soon to be killer. Lightning flashed and illuminated every feature of the monster's face. His mouth was pulled into a tight, uncaring frown and his eyes, though severely squinted, still showed the ruthlessness and uncaring that they always held. That's when Harry noticed Voldemort's mouth beginning to move. He was starting his spell . . .
Just as Harry was feeling that he could do nothing and angry that his body wouldn't move, a flash of something sped past Harry and latched itself to Voldemort's face. Harry lifted his head as best as he could to see what was going on. It was then that he noticed that Voldemort no longer held his wand to his face. In fact, at the moment, the nightmare that had plagued Harry's dreams was now screaming in anguish and demanding, "Get this thing off of me!"Another flash of lightning determined that the thing was, in fact, Hedwig and she was currently picking and clawing at Voldemorts face. Harry continued to watch the scene in horror and in awe, he couldn't believe that an owl was capable of so much . . . carnage. All the dark Lord could do was flail around and cast spells off with no remorse. However, he had to be careful or risk shooting himself. Finally, there was a gruesome snap as Hedwig plucked one of Voldemort's eyes out. Blood gushed from the hole in his face and that's when he reached up to grab Hedwig himself, dropping his wand. But even Voldemort could not fight off the lofty creature, and Hedwig pulled the other eye out with just as much force as the one previous. Blood continued to pour out and the master of everything evil and corrupt could do nothing more than just scream in terror.
It was then that Harry realized the paralysis spell on him had been broken and he lunged forward to grab a hold on the forgotten wand. As Hedwig continued the assault on Voldemort's face, Harry held the wands hard, one in each hand, and conjured up the most powerful spell he could manage. "This is for my parents, Voldemort", Harry screamed as he lifted the wands above his head and plunged them down with a terrifying force right into the heart of the monster and released the spell. Voldemort let out a scream that shook the walls of the dungeon and blood spurted out at Harry from the gaping hole in the Voldemorts chest drenching him in blood and staining his clothes a dark crimson color. Suddenly, Harry was flung backwards and slammed hard into a wall as he saw the remains of Voldemort twitch and sputter as blood continued to fly out and heard his scream begin to die out. And then, darkness.
Harry awoke later to Hedwig nudging him on the shoulder. He determined that it was still the same day because the rain continued to pour hard on the outside. As he was standing to collect himself, he noticed that the dungeon had flooded. "This couldn't have happened in the short time I was out", Harry though out loud. But just as he was going over this fact, another flash of lightning struck and Harry determined that the dungeon had indeed flooded, but not with water. A lake of blood was now what Harry had found himself standing in. He looked around and back towards Hedwig who gave him merely a look of indifference and he noticed that she was covered in blood as well which tinted her feathers into a pinkish color. Harry gasped in fright and fell backwards, tripping over something. That something in question being Voldemort. Harry backed up against the nearest wall looking upon the mangled face of thing that once terrorized him the most. "Oh my God, oh God," Harry was saying over and over again. He lifted his hands to push back his glasses and realized that they, too, were stained with blood. The rain droplets caused the blood to swirl around in Harry's palm in strange shapes and slide down Harry's wrists. And then, he began laughing. A laugh of disbelief at first, but it quickly grew into one of crazy, uncontrollable laughter. Harry's sanity had been broken. Blood dripped down his face and down his neck, but the laughter never stopped. His eyes dilated and the world around him became red and fuzzy, but the laughter never stopped.
It was about this time when Ron and Hermione finally caught up to the place where Hagrid had told them Harry would be. "God, I hope he's alright," whispered Ron quietly. "Of course he is! Don't even say such things!" screamed Hermione. And, looking into her eyes, Ron said, "Of course, you're right. He is Harry Potter after all." And with a nod of approval by Hermione, they both ran into the dungeon.
Upon entering the dark and dreary place, Ron and Hermione could hear a strange sound coming from farther within. There running pace came to a jog and that slowed down into a walk as they got closer to the demonic sound. "What could that noise be?" asked Ron quietly. "It sounds like someone is laughing," Hermione suggested. And with that, they both ventured farther toward the sound hoping, more than anything, that it was Harry laughing after defeating you know who. They followed a staircase in a downward spiral hearing the eerie sound of the laughter mixed with the pounding rain. The wind had also started to blow furiously and it caused the thunder to sound like it was everywhere. Finally, Ron and Hermione stepped down into the last stretch of corridor left in the dungeon. Ron was the first to step down from the staircase and with a splash the blood lept up and soaked his pants. "Ugh, what the heck," Ron thought at first, but it was far too dark to see anything. Could Harry really be down here. He hoped so considering the laughing was coming from the same room he was in right now. "Hermione, don't come down here yet," Ron whispered, "Let me make sure everything's ok." He cupped his hands around his mouth and was just about to call out for Harry when a flash of lightning broke his resolve. However, he thought he saw a person only a couple feet away from him. "Harry?!" Ron shouted taking off in the general direction as the figure. Another well timed strike of lightning confirmed Ron that it was indeed Harry whom he had seen. "Oh God, Harry. I'm so glad you're alright. Hermione . . . it's ok, I've found him." Hermione left her position from the staircase and joined Ron. "Oh Harry, what a relief that you're . . . Harry . . . what's wrong?" The fear in Hermione's voice was quite immanent. This was because Harry continued to laugh. And it seemed to be getting crazier and more malicious. "Harry Potter?," began Harry, "You don't believe I'M Harry Potter, do you?" Ron and Hermione exchanged confused yet fearful glances when Ron finally said, "Why, of course you're Harry Potter . . . I mean, um, you know that." Harry looked up from his curled up position on the ground and began to get up slowly. With his laughter never faltering, Harry then turned towards the two friends he couldn't recognize and cocked his head upward yet slightly sideways. "I'm not Harry Potter," he croaked out, "Don't you know? Harry Potter has a lightning shaped scar on his forehead." And with that, Harry began to tear away at his forehead. Horrified, Ron and Hermione stood speechless not knowing what to do. Suddenly, there was a great cry from Harry and his friends could only watch as Harry tore his scar from his own forehead and blood streamed down his face in thick torrents. All the while, Harry laughed.
"Oh my . . . Harry, why?!" Hermione cried. "I told you, wench, I am NOT Harry Potter!" Harry screamed, "But I know who IS!" Quicker that either Ron or Hermione could see, Harry launched himself towards Ron and slammed his bloody strip of flesh, still housing the scar, onto Ron's forehead. "See! He's HARRY POTTER!" Ron could do nothing but scream as Harry jumped on him and started beating him senseless. Hermione, recovering from the initial shock of everything, grabbed her wand and started to think of a spell that could stop all this. Meanwhile, Hedwig joined the fight, but was trying to protect Ron instead of help Harry. "Infernal bird," Harry scoffed and took a swing at Hedwig, ignoring Ron. Ron took the opportunity and tackled Harry to the ground just as the owl swooped in and picked out one of Harry's eyes. Blood sprayed from the wound into Ron's face and this caused him to let go of Harry and stumble backward tripping Hermione and himself in the process. Harry's already soaked cloak was becoming drenched in even more blood and he sprung forward and grasped Hedwig by the wings. "Stupid bird," he growled gripping his free hand around the birds chest, "May you never see sunlight again. EVER!" Harry then proceeded to rip Hedwig's head from her body and drank the blood that leaked out.
When Ron recovered from his fall, he looked to see Harry, in all his gruesome glory, drinking the blood of the poor animal. Harry finished his deplorable task and glared directly at Ron with his one free eye, burning with hate and scorn. He threw the remains of Hedwig to the ground and stalked towards Ron. Gazing back, Ron noticed that Hermione had been knocked unconscious by the fall and Ron was left to deal with Harry alone. Grabbing the wand from Hermione's hand, Ron stood poised and ready to attack. But Harry was too fast for him and he shoved Ron hard against the wall. Leaning against him, Harry then breathed into Ron's ear, "Pity that there's no one here to save you . . . don't you agree?" Ron could only gasp and struggle against Harry but he had him pinned in such a way that it was pretty much impossible. Not only that, but when he had been slammed into the way, Ron had dropped the wand. Then, as if in a flash, Harry pulled Ron's eyes out of their sockets. With one of them, he stuck in his own face where his bleeding hole had been and the other he threw to the ground and smashed it. Ron screamed as he felt his blood run down his face and tried to escape from the dungeon he'd wished he never have come down. But Harry was there in front of him and grabbed Ron by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him up and said, "Your incessant screaming is becoming bothersome," and then he laughed, "But we can fix that." Harry then stuck his hand into Ron's mouth and ripped off his tongue. Blood gushed from Ron's mouth and mixed with his tears that had slipped down his face. Harry tossed Ron aside and left him to die, choking on his own blood. And for Ron, the whole world went black.
Waking up, Hermione was greeted with the awful sight of Ron's body slipping to the floor covered in nothing but his own blood. "Tis a pity," Harry said interrupting her thoughts, "he couldn't even save you. His beloved." Hermione screamed and forced herself to stand frantically searching for her wand. "Looking for this?" Harry asked, twirling the wand with his fingers, "It won't work though. It's broken." That's when Harry snapped the wand in half and tossed it over his shoulder into the cold nothingness. Again, Harry began laughing and backed Hermione into a wall, much the same way he'd done to Ron. "Harry thanks you for your eyes. And your tongue," stated Harry and Hermione knew it was his sick way of making her aware of what Ron had to pay, "But more is still required." "Mmghraah! Nghmt!" broke out a voice very faintly from behind them. It was Ron. He had managed to clamor to his feet and made a beeline straight for Harry. "Insolent PEST!" Harry screamed as he stuck his hand into Ron's chest and dug so deep as to be able to pull out the spine. Blackness had truly consumed Ron this time and his body sank to the floor in a puddle of a man that once was. "There, now he is no more concern to anyone," Harry said with a laugh. He then took the two wands into his hands and cast a paralysis spell on Hermione. "Hopefully your death will go fast . . . but then again, I've never heard of anyone going peacefully or fast by drowning." Harry then took Hermione with one hand and slammed her down into the bloody, cobblestone floor. The blood wasn't terribly deep, was it was deep enough to drown a person. Especially someone who couldn't get away. The last thing Hermione could remember was the cold laugh of Harry and his tightening hand slamming her face farther and farther into the floor until . . . nothing.
Harry's cold ruthless assault traveled far beyond merely the walls confines of the dungeon. He climbed the staircase and traveled into the night, still wrought with rain and lightning. He entered Hogwarts and continued the assault on classmates, teachers, and friends. Leaving no one and killing each in a grotesque, inhuman manner. Harry's attack was almost done as he stalked off to Hagrid's cabin. Once he had him taken care of, there would be nothing left. Harry laughed as he flung open the doors on the house. Seeing no one inside, Harry stepped out and called into the thunder, "Hagrid! Come out, come out wherever you are!" As he said this, Harry gathered up a wand in each hand and prepared to strike him down at his first chance. But Hagrid had different ideas. When he heard Harry making his way to the house, he snuck out and left everything as it was and went to a little shed behind some trees. He was thankful for the stormy weather because it would make him harder to be seen or heard. That's when Hagrid grabbed a shovel.
Harry was becoming impatient and was searching desperately for a man he once called a friend. But this was going to be harder on Hagrid than it would be on Harry. Hagrid snuck up from behind him and said, "I'm gonna miss ya, Harry." Harry whipped around just in time to see the rusted shovel slam into the side of his head. With a yell, Harry was thrown to one side severely bleeding from the smashed side of his skull. "Ugh!" was all Harry could manage as his vision went dark. "Damn you, Hagrid! . . . ugh, damn . . . you," was the last thing Harry Potter ever said.
Hagrid watched Harry bleed for awhile and, without saying a word, closed Harry's eyes and covered him with his coat. "Rest in peace now, ya hear. You were always a good boy, Harry Potter." Then two scantily clad women wondered out of Hagrid's cabin and asked, "Is everything ok now, Sugar Daddy?" "Yes, my dears. Everything's alright now," Hagrid answered with a sigh, "Now come give daddy some sugar." And with that, each girl took one arm and they all sauntered off into the sunrise. The diminishing rain symbolizing the day that Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, died forever.
The End
A/N: Well, that's one of the scenarios we came up with . . . except I jazzed it up a bit. I realize that the tense sifted during the course of this, and I'm ok with that. The reference to The Mummy was put in specifically for Becky, but if you enjoyed it too, then that's good. If you absolutely hated this story and thought I was way too mean, then I'm sorry, but I kinda gave a semi-warning at the beginning, But if you liked it and could laugh at it, then thank you for reading. Reviews are greatly accepted. And if a lot of people liked this, then I may add new chapters as regards to some of my other theories. But that's probably just wishful thinking.