I was thinking about this the other night and I absolutely had to write about it even though the entire American public will hunt me down after they read it. This is a different ending to Deathly Hallows… MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!! Oh yeah, and some of the details have changed. For one thing, the trio has recovered the sword of Gryffindor. Please read and review… and keep your torches and pitchforks a safe ways away.
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He was gone. He was gone and they knew it. Voldemort had won, it was over. Hermione and Ginny clung to Ron as if he was a life-line rescuing them from the open sea. Ron squeezed the pair of them, while his own silent tears cascaded down his face. Harry was gone and they didn't even get a chance to say good-bye.
All of a sudden, a rage of fury rose in Ron, like a volcano about to erupt. I'm going to finish this, he thought. Harry will not have died in vain. He looked down at his feet, and he saw Gryffindor's sword. He grabbed it, and even though the two girls were still holding on to him, he stepped forward.
Voldemort stood over Harry's body, looking like a little child who was just rewarded for receiving high marks on an exam. He wasn't paying attention, and before anyone could process what had happened, the sword of Gryffindor, its large rubies gleaming in the rising sun, sliced off the head of the massive snake's head, while simultaneously, a voice cried into the night, "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort, never realizing the ambush, crumpled to the floor; the scarlet eyes never to truly see the lives that he had taken. Never to have a chance at remorse ever again.
Ron was sure that it had worked, that Voldemort was done. He dropped the sword and collapsed down over the cold, dead body of Harry Potter, and sobbed.
"It's over, Harry. You can rest in peace." Ron whispered into Harry's ear. And as Ron lie there beside Harry, a great revelation came to him: his best mate was gone where you could never come back. Ron finally came back to his senses and felt surround him and Harry. Through his wet eyelashes, he saw others lying by Harry's side and heard the screams of horror in the background. Hermione sobbed at Harry's head, and Ron got up and went over to her. He sat down and cradled her in his arms, while they both cried.
Ron wanted to comfort her, tell her that it will be okay, that Harry was just sleeping and will wake up any moment, but he couldn't because that wasn't the truth. It wasn't going to be ok: Harry was dead; it was the unavoidable truth. For the first time in Ron's life, he felt alone. He felt that no one would be there to comfort him… that was always Harry's job when he was having a hard time. Ron squeezed Hermione even harder, while angry tears streamed down his face. It wasn't supposed to end like this, Harry should have been there, alive, holding the two of them, celebrating that their long, hard adventure was over. But that was it, the adventure wasn't over, it was just beginning. Ron and Hermione had the rest of their lives to live… without Harry.
Before he even knew it, it was light out and the grounds were deserted. Ron released Hermione and they wiped away their remaining tears. Hermione got up and went over to Harry and started to lift him up to bring him into the Great Hall. Ron hurried over to her, seeing that she was struggling under Harry's weight. He single-handedly lifted him up and the two of them made their way into the huge oak doors, Harry lying limply, like a rag doll in Ron's arms.
As soon as they entered, the Hall went silent. A bed had been brought out at the back of the room where the teachers usually sat. Ron gently laid Harry down and stood behind him. It was still completely silent in the hall, all eyes upon the trio. Ron took and deep breath and said in the loudest voice her could muster, "Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lives."
