HARRY POTTER

and the Deathly Hallows

ALTERNATIVE ENDING

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! IT'S A LITTLE SILLY!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry stretched out his wand, with all the power he could muster. He stared at his attacker, whose snake-like eyes were boring into his own.

Suddenly, the hooded figure let go of his wand and stepped to the side. The green light broke away from their wands, and pelted into Professor Flitwick, who had just entered the scene. He flew back into the air, and let out a final squeak as he landed flat on his tiny back.

Harry's eyes lingered on the body of the small, gremlin type creature for a moment, but then he looked away carelessly. He had never liked that annoying midget anyway. What was standing in front of him was more important.

"I can't do it," said Voldemort, panting, "We've been hiding our feelings for too long now."

"I…I didn't know you felt the same way," replied Harry breathlessly. This was all he'd ever secretly dreamed of since he and Voldemort had talked in the underground room on that eventful day in his first year at Hogwarts.

Sure, Voldemort was a bit of a 'bad lad', but that amount of awesome power and style was just too difficult to ignore.

"I knew it!" shouted Ron gleefully, "I knew it!" Hermione came running towards him, her arms outstretched, but Ron held out his hand. She stopped, horror spreading on her scarred face.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but I've been thinking, and it's just not what I want. It's not you, I just… It's… not my true calling. I'm sorry."

Hermione's bottom lip trembled, then she turned and ran off into the distance sobbing, closely followed by Ginny, on whom it had just dawned that Harry had always loved Voldemort.

Harry watched them run off then took a step toward Voldemort, taking his hands and smiling softly.

"I've thought about you a lot these past few years," said Voldemort.

"So have I," replied Harry, "I've had daydreams about your wonderful power. We have a connection. I guess the prophecy was wrong about our destiny; Professor Trelawny was always a crazy old bat. But what should we do with the Elder Wand?"

Voldemort picked up the delicate wand whose master was still unclear. He held it out to Harry, who shook his head.

"Let's share it," he said.