Disclaimer: I don't own HP
This is just a wee bit dark. And I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
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Harry Potter, the Wizarding World said with a hateful sneer, may he be damned!
But didn't he end the war? Didn't he make Voldemort powerless? Didn't he end all wizard wars?
At too large a price, all the wizards of the world screamed, how could he do this to us!
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It had been after a particularly bloody battle that Harry had decided. He had walked through the field soaked with blood, amidst the cries and the screams that death brought. Had realized what needed to be done.
It had taken months of searching for the spell for him to find it. It was deep magic, possibly furthest one could go in magic.
He had consulted no one. Who would understand what he understood? Who could see what the future would bring? The wars that would erupt even after Voldemort was long dead?
It had taken a week for him to draw the runes. They were large, not even the Quidditch field would have been able to hold them. They also required perfection; if Harry had messed up the consequences were impossible to determine.
The moon was large on the horizon as Harry began to incantation. He felt no doubt, only a hollow kind of pain.
It was ten minutes before Harry uttered the last word. He shuddered as he felt the spell take effect. The whole world felt it too.
The illusions hiding the Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley faded to nothing. All the moving portraits stilled. The centaurs in the forest, all the unicorns and giants and all the magical creatures disappeared. People screamed as their brooms fell from the sky. The Dark Lord's eyes widened as the Aveda Kedavra he had just cast simply disappeared.
The world stopped as all the magic vanished.
No one knew what to do. How could they communicate, how could they travel without magic? How could they survive?
Their confusion turned to rage as the Wizarding World learned the cause of their predicament. Harry Potter, Harry Potter had done this to them. Harry Potter had destroyed their lives.
The former wizards and witches found their strength in numbers as they hunted the Boy-Who-Lived. They took their vengeance on the boy who was now as powerless as they were.
"But there will be no more war!" he cried out as they threw their now useless possessions at him. They broke his body with the brooms that could only be used for sweeping now. They threw their powerless wands and amulets at him.
"But there will be no more war," he whispered one last time before his throat was slit.
Voldemort had been the only one to stay calm. Calm and yet completely furious at his now deceased foe. No magic meant no immortality. But he had immensely amused when he heard that the boy had been murdered by the people he had sought to protect. The naive fool hadn't believed what Voldemort had been so kind to tell him all those years ago. There is no good or evil, only power. Magic had been the only power of the wizarding world as a whole. Very few had true courage or real cunning. Loyalty and wisdom were equally hard to find. Without their magic, they were nothing. Even worse than muggles.
Voldemort on the other hand, was not lost without his magic. Just annoyed. He would find some way to take control without magic.
Voldemort was even more amused when war broke out among the ex-wizards. Without magic, they resorted to more coarse methods of killing each other. Poor Harry, Voldemort mused. He had died for nothing. People will create war no matter what.
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Hmm. This has been swimming around my head for awhile. I hadn't originally intended to kill Harry though.