Author's Note:
Warning: May include mild spoiler from DH book
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R. not me
P.s. It's my first Fanfic and Im testing how to upload etc.
How Harry Potter Should Have Ended
Harry slowly opened his eyes to see he was in a small poorly lit room. The walls of the room were a dull white colour, and he found himself lying on a relatively comfortable bed. Stretching slightly, Harry begun to take in his surroundings; finding an irritating beeping noise occurring next to his right ear, and someone standing over him; someone who Harry identified to be his uncle.
Uncle Vernon's moustache bristled slightly as he peered at Harry. He seemed to suss out the situation, before he spoke to Harry in a booming voice, "You've been costing us lots of money boy!" he said, throwing his hands up dramatically, "that coma you've been in has sky rocketed our medical bills, glad to see you've finally come to!"
Harry looked incredulously at his uncle "The what?.." he said, as he sat up straighter in his bed.
"Coma! You've been out for days!" said Uncle Vernon in a gruff voice, "been costing us all sorts to put you right."
Fumbling with the objects on the table beside him Harry asked, "Where's my wand?" as his hand passed over the objects, grabbing one of them hopefully. A puzzled look on his face, Harry spoke, "Wait what? Why are you here? Where's my family?" he looked hopefully at the set of empty chairs across the room.
"Your what? Stop playing games lad, I'm not in the mood!" Answered Uncle Vernon, nervously checking his watch, "We're getting you home as soon as possible. The less time you spend here the less I have out of my pocket!"
He sat up straighter now, rubbing his green eyes and looking into uncle Vernon's red face, "I'm a wizard! I defeated Voldemort!" Harry said getting frustrated, his fists clenching as he sat there in the bed. His heart begun to beat fiercely in his chest and the annoying beeping in the room started to beep faster. Uncle Vernon laughed, "A wizard? What the hell are you on about? No such thing! Now come on, we have to leave". Vernon roughly grabbed Harry's arm pulling him out of bed, "All in your head boy! Don't you remember you fell at the top of the stairs?" said Vernon aggressively. Harry resisted the pull on his arm as Uncle Vernon continued, "Petunia dear, we're leaving, take Dudley to the car!"
Harry opened his mouth to shout in protest when he caught sight of something which shook him, Dudley. And then he knew... Seeing Dudley was a jolt to Harry's mind; Dudley hadn't aged.
Standing there in his blue and white striped T-shirt, a sour look on his young face, the eleven year old Dudley took one fleeting look at Harry then turned back to his mother as they headed out the hospital doors.
Then, looking up at his Uncle as he had once done as a young child of eleven, Harry knew none of it had been real. Clutching the side of his head and swaying where he stood, he then remembered what had happened; the fall down the stairs, Dudley had pushed him...
"FUCK!" shouted Harry as he was thrown back into reality, coming to the crushing realisation that none of the events had happened, there wasn't a wizarding world and he was just a mere boy of eleven whose parents had died in a tragic car accident.
THE END