Harry Potter and the Magical Core

by DrinkCocoa

The war lost years ago, only Harry and Dumbledore remain. After a deadly search, they finally find their last hope - the ancient Magical Core, the core of all magic in the world. Will they try to destroy it? Will they try to wield its power themselves? Whatever they choose, the consequences will change the world forever.

"This is it, Harry," his old mentor said. "The core of all magic in the world is right here, before us."

Harry eyed the big, shining light. There was a proud smile on Harry's mature face.

"We finally did it, professor. After all this years of searching, the moment to bring peace has come," whispered Harry, still amazed by their accomplishment.

"Yes. There is no other way," said Albus Dumbledore. "Lord Voldemort and his followers won't be able to rule over us any longer. This is the end of magical world."

Harry nodded. "This is the beginning of peace."

Both wizard pulled out their wands and with a barrage of powerful spells, destroyed the Magical Core, leaving only darkness where it once stood.

"We did it," Harry said as sweat rolled down his face. "Magic is no longer."

His mentor eyed him curiously. "Let's check, just to be sure," he said and turned his wand towards Harry, who smiled at him.

"Avada Kedavra!" Albus cried and a green light struck Harry in the chest. His eyed were no longer shining, they were empty instead, as Harry's dead body hit the cold ground with a quiet sound.

"Shit," Dumbledore whispered and sighed. "I guess the concept of magical cores is ridiculous after all."