Harry's End!
Summary: All right, this is how I kind of wanted the Harry Potter series to end. I just thought I'd share it with you. It might or might not be worth the while, so…R&R anyway! Two-shot!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…the series or the dude (though, if I did, I probably wouldn't be here right now…but no worries about that since I clearly do not).
(A/N) Hey, crazy author speaking! I just wanted to say a few things to all you aspiring writers out there who are just like me…crazy! And this note's also for all of you uncrazy folk. I am a very random and crazy person (in case you haven't noticed). I didn't write all of this by myself though. My older brother, who is also an aspiring writer (but not a member of this site), helped me with this one. Because he's as big a Harry Potter fan as I am. Yes, this is the result of brother sister teamwork. Call me crazy, but I kind of like it. R&R!
Last Chapter(s)
Harry faced Lord Voldemort, kneeling on the ground in a semi-crumpled mess. He gripped his forehead because it stung with pain. He realized that he is badly injured and noticed that Voldemort is merely bruised and possibly bleeding. He couldn't tell, seeing as his eyesight was fading in and out of view. Voldemort stood there, hovering above him, laughing at him, and insulting him and his family.
Rage exploded across Harry's expression. If ever there was a time for a miracle to happen, it was now. Fawkes appeared out of nowhere and dropped a sword in front of him, before disappearing. Harry picked it up with a weak hand and rolled the handle in his hand, examining the weapon that would possibly save his life.
It was Griffendor's sword. He gripped it tightly as he looked up at Fawkes, who disappeared. Voldemort, ignoring Harry's slow, but steady rise to his feet, continued to laugh thinking he'd just let the boy suffer before taking his life.
Harry managed to get to his feet, using the sword for support. He smiled weakly at Voldemort, who continued to ignore him. Too weak to speak, he jabs the sword down Voldemort's throat. Voldemort lets out a scream of pain as blood spurt from his mouth and he dies. Smiling at his triumph, Harry keels over, that being the last thing he remembers.
Harry finds himself in a state hovering between life and death. "Harry." A voice called out to him, "Harry." He looked around as if to find the source of the sound. "We're right here, Harry." A familiar female voice called out to him. Harry, almost afraid to turn around, gulped. He'd heard that voice in his dreams calling out to him many times when he was younger and would wake up to his scar searing with pain.
He picked up the courage to turn around and, behind him his parent's stood watching him. Excitement coursed through his veins and his heart skipped a beat, that is, if it still had a readable pulse. "Mom? Dad?" Harry asked to make sure it was really them.
"Son." James said proudly, "My son." "Our son." Lilly praised. A smiled spread across his face, as he tried to get close to them, but found that he couldn't move. "Why?" Harry started to ask why he couldn't move. "It's your choice." James told his son. "What choice?" Harry asked, curiously.
"Your choice of life or death." Lilly answered, "You can choose to die and stay with us or you can choose to live on and stay with your friends." Harry stared blankly at them; he'd made up his mind already. "I've lost my will to live." He stated bluntly, "I've caused more than my share of chaos in the world."
"What about all the good things you've done?" James asked his son surprised, "You've stopped Voldemort more than once before and you've just defeated him now." "But I'd rather be dead than go back to all those people, who actually have a family." Harry sighed; this was clearly not going to be an easy battle to fight, "Plus, after all the trouble I've caused for my friends, I don't think they'll want me back."
"They want you back there, Harry." Lilly comforted, "No one will care about what happened before." Harry stared at them. They seemed so peaceful. That's all he wanted. Peace. "But I want to stay here with you." Harry explained, "I grew up without you and, now that I've found you…I don't want to loose you."
Lilly and James smiled at him warmly. "We'll always be here with you, Harry." James told him. "We're very proud of you and we'll always be in your heart." Lilly comforted. Harry looked at them, considering actually going back to the living.
Finally, after a minute of constant battling with his better judgment, he decided to live on. Suddenly, he was jolted awake. He looked around the white room as his vision became slowly more and more clear. He looked up at the ceiling as it came into view.
"Where am I?" he whispered, "Why am I in a sanitary white room and why is there a bright light in my eyes?" He looked down in front of him and tried to get up, but realized he couldn't move. "What? And why – can't – I – move?" he whispers. He twisted his head to the side of the bed and noticed the large table next to him.
There are a bunch of flowers, cards, and a toilet seat. "Deja vous!" he muttered to himself, "Why do I feel that I've done this before?" He then remembered that it was two of his…'funniest'…friends. "At least I know those two are alive, but not for long." he realized pondering what he would do to the twins when he could move again.
"Then, why don't you just get it over with now?" an unrecognizable voice said. "Oh, well. I'm going crazy anyway, so I might as well talk while I still have a little bit of sanity left." he answered. "Eat our heart out kid." the voice stated again, "So, how many times have you woken up in a hospital?" "There aren't enough people in this room to donate fingers." Harry continues to talk to the voice when, the Healer creeps in.
She stood there watching him and started to get worried. "Oh no, this kid's suffered more than we thought. He's going mental, we'll have to work this out for extra!" she whispered to herself. Moody clunked in behind her and Harry fell silent.
"No, there's someone in an invisibility cloak over there." he growled. "But how do you know?" the Healer asked. He lifted his hat off as his magical eye rolled toward her and he answered gruffly, "I KNOW! Take a look for yourself."
He hobbled over to the corner and pulled off the invisibility cloak, revealing Fred and George. They fixed their voices with their wands, and Moody slung the cloak over his shoulder and clunked out as the Healer followed.
Harry looked at Fred and George, grief filling his insides. "Well, since I'm stuck, I better explain all of my assumptions about all of this. Apparently, somebody gave me a toilet seat, I won't say who, Fred and George! And someone also put a spell on me so I can't move, but I won't say who, Fred and George!" Harry told them dryly.
"Yes?" a voice called as Fred and George's heads popped through the crack in the door. "I'm going insane!" Harry murmured, "All right, if I know the real Fred and George, which I do, you won't tell me which is which. So, I am going to go over to the window, open it and jump out. That way, when you come out to get me I'll know who is who." Harry said as he hopped across the floor to do it.
He used his wand to open the window and was about to jump out. "Wait, Harry!" called one of the Fred's voices. Harry hopped around and stunned all four of the identicals. He turned toward the window and was suddenly stuck in a jump.
The door opened as Mr. Weasly hurried through. "Good, grief." Harry muttered with a sigh. Harry was suddenly, levitated over to his hospital bed. Mr. Weasly sealed the window closed and made the glass unbreakable. He then lifts the spell on Harry allowing him to move.
"Do I want to know what happened?" he asked. "No." Harry stated rather bluntly. "Who's who?" Mr. Weasly asked again in curiosity. "I don't know and I have a feeling that I don't want to." Harry said blandly.
Harry lifted the spell and the identicals got up, turning to look at Mr. Weasly. Then, they grinned at him and Harry. Suddenly, the door bangs open again. "Someone crashed through the 2nd floor and has snuck into one of the rooms!" Mrs. Weasly said storming in.
She stared at the grinning identicals, then at Harry and then at Mr. Weasly. She turned to look at the identicals. "All right, which one is the real Fred and George?" she said calming herself down. They identicals pointed at each other.
"Okay, that didn't work, but since we are in a little bit of a crisis here I will go easy on you. We'll try again. Whoever the real Fred and George are have another thing coming toward them!" she stated wildly again. They smiled and pointed at each other again.
"That's it!" Mrs. Weasly stated and grabbed a Fred and George by the ear, pulling them out of the room, "I'll have a talk with you two to see what I can find out!" The two started to moan in pain. "I'd better help!" Mr. Weasly called after her as they left the room. The door closed behind them and then the Fred and George left started to laugh.
"They got the wrong ones." Fred cackled. "I know!" George stated. "So, you're the real Fred and George?" Harry said unsure. "Of course, who do you think gave you that toilet seat and changed their voices under the cloak?" Fred reassured. "Of course, that was you." Harry responded.
"We had to use somebody since we haven't mastered cloning yet." George hurried. "So, that was someone else?" Harry asked, "That must mean that it's obviously someone we all know. That means it's…" "Of course, they were more than willing." Fred stated.
"How did you figure it out?" George added suspiciously. "Well lets see, Ron wouldn't because I'd kill him. Hermione would spoil everything. It isn't Percy and it's not anyone else I know plus, you can't clone. So it had to be…" Harry started to explain.
"All right! Now, for you two Fred and George!" Mrs. Weasly stormed in again, "This time the real Fred and George not Bill and Charlie!" Fred and George put their heads together and started to whisper. "How did she figure out?" George whispered to Fred. "I don't know!" Fred responded. "Well, it was easy once we discovered the amulets around their necks!" Mrs. Weasly went on.
Fred and George whispered to each other out of the corner of their mouths. "I thought they were supposed to disappear once they put them on." Fred whispered. "There must have been a bug." George reassured. "I thought we got them all!" Fred asked. "Apparently, we missed one!" George answered.
"Oh, come on it was broad as daylight!" Mr. Weasly called from behind the door. "You two are coming with me!" Mrs. Weasly told them and pulled them out by the ears.
(A/N 2) So, how was part one? I hope you liked it so far because I'm really proud of this. If you don't like it, I can give you one good reason why it doesn't interest you. Because I wrote it, I'm crazy, and this is just my opinion of how I thought the book series should have ended (even though that's more like three reasons, it fits as one in my very crazy mind). Well, read part two…it gets better. R&R!