Wake Up Sheeple of the Light
The final battle was here. Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord and all round evil, was facing off against Harry Potter, paragon of good, suffering hero of the Light. It was the battle to end all battles. The crowds lined the Great Hall with bated breath. Their hero had come back to life. Now was the time, the Horcruxes were all gone, and should Harry defeat Voldemort, the world would be freed of tyranny forever.
"Now, shall we end this, Harry?" Lord Voldemort said, looking at the Boy-Who-Lived with an odd gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, I think so." Said Harry, putting his wand down. People gasped at this and saw as Harry bent down on one knee. "Father."
Shock. The only thing that registered on the faces of the defenders as Harry Potter, their hero, their saviour, their Chosen One, was helped to his feet by the Dark Lord and they embraced as a father and son would.
"I'm glad we can finally end the charade, my son, and end the farce of the Light side's resistance forever." Lord Voldemort said, looking at his son with pride, he waved his hand and the Death Eaters struck, binding the defenders of Hogwarts, stunning and even killing when needed. Some, however, would be spared, those such as Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. His son wanted them for himself, and who would the Dark Lord be to deny his son anything?
"TRAITOR!" Ron yelled, struggling to get to Harry, who smiled at his father before pulling out his wand and advancing on Ron.
"Stupid blood traitor, did you honestly think I went along with you for SEVEN years because I LIKED you?" Harry laughed. "You were a means to an end, and I thank you for it. Since you've had seven years of my company, I'm going to give you something none of the other defenders will get. A chance." Harry said, looking at those who were bound before him. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, McGonagall and a select few others.
Harry waved his wand and they were forced to kneel, as if invisible hands forced their knees forward and they toppled to the ground. "I'm going to tell you a story." Harry said "At the end of it, should you wish too, you will be allowed to pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord and live, helping to build the new world together with him."
"What if we refuse?" Hermione said, looking at Harry with pure hatred and betrayal.
"Then you die." Harry simply said, turning around and facing the Death Eaters herding the other prisoners out of the doors, the bodies of the dead would be incinerated then banished. "Now, our story begins a long time ago, in the year 1978, nine months before I was born. It is the story of how one Lily Evans, soon to be Lily Potter, found herself alone in a bar, drinking to calm her pre wedding nerves, and how an attractive dark-haired stranger would change her life forever."
