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Many stories start out with one of the characters finding some sort of paraphernalia related to their actual life, an object that has been commercialized and sold in millions of countries with a made in china sticker on the bottom. All without their knowledge.
In some stories said characters stumble across a website or a book or a world famous movie. The rest of the fiction is based upon what happens after the characters figure out what the object is and the resulting implications.
This story however, is what happens when afore mentioned persons do not discover the previously exploited items of malcontent.
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It was a bright and sunny day, so happy and cheerful that the events upon these hours are hard to comprehend. In every book, the final confrontation, the climax, the culminating event happens in epic weather or in the dead of night or in the dead of night with epic weather.
Harry Potter the sum of all that is good and true and brave stood in arms, behind him the legions of men and women willing to fight to the death to free the world from tyranny.
Voldemort the epitome of all that is evil and vindictive and malicious stood before them, at his back men and women clothed and masked in death ready to fight for an end to impurity.
The clash was one that never has been witnessed and never will occur again while this good earth still stands.
Many had fallen and many were beyond any hope on both sides. Potter and Voldemort were struggling to overcome the other, each fighting with their very inch of sanity to maintain any semblance of the upper hand. Nagini, the great snake lay slain, the last of the Horcrux's, Voldemort now as mortal as any of those on the battlefield.
She proved her last duty to her master, even in death. The sweat of his brow blinded Harry Potter and he stumbled, just for a second as he side stepped over the serpent's corpse. Voldemort took that moment and sent a bolt of emerald light towards our hero. All of time seemed to stand still. In that instant everything was clear, the recognition of what was happening stood clear in every ones minds.
Then time sped up and for a split second Harry Potter's entire body was as emerald as his lifeless eyes. The force of hate in the curse and the close proximity sent if flying with such strength that the body was nearly bent backwards and flew several feet in the air before landing with a sickening crunch.
Voldemort was stooped over with the sheer exhaustion and power thrill coursing through his body. He stood tall then, and look as if with new eyes at all the horizon, which he now perceived as his.
Then in a cruel twist of fate, the irony of it all astounds many to this day, Neville Longbottom stood behind the Darkest Lord of all time and uttered those same words which seconds before had been ringing through the air. And much like his arch-nemesis, Voldemort had very little time to react. His end, however, was infinitely less epic than Harry Potter's. He simply crumpled to the ground in a heap.
And so it was, that Neville, the guy that everyone though would go no where in life, killed the Dark Lord and was awarded an Order of Merlin First Class. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy also proved under Veratiserum testimony that they had both been turncoats during the second rise of Voldemort.
Several years later, Neville became the Minister of Magic; Severus Snape the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Lucius opened a world renowned fashion line that catered to the rich and petty.
The End