THE GOBLET OF WATER
SUMMARY: Harry defeated Voldemort, but the cost is too high. Everyone he knew died. So, as he was going to have a humungous party and everything, God decided to intervene and take him to an alternate dimension.
Quote of the chapter: It takes 46 muscles to frown but only 4 to flip 'em the bird.
"I am going to kill you, Tom." Harry said in a cold voice as he gazed at Voldemort and his army of death eaters. They were near the edge of the forbidden forest, and only the DA and the Order of the Phoenix were standing in his way of world domination.
"Foolish boy, you cannot defeat me! I have trained for over a century, and I killed Dumbledore by my own bare hands!" Voldemort snarled before brandishing his wand.
"I will kill you, Tom." Harry repeated, "Very slowly."
"Try your best, boy." Voldemort all but screamed as he started firing a multitude of dark curses at Harry.
Harry just stood there, in his finest battle robes, as he gazed at the oncoming attack.
"Protego!" A strong bone white shield appeared, deflecting the curses back at the caster.
The seventeen year old boy grinned as the curses hit the death eaters. He smirked and said, "Well, that was your best shot?"
Scoffing the Dark Lord waved his wand, and a humongous basilisk was conjured. Apparently the Death Eaters knew this would happen, as they all put on some sunglasses before Voldemort did his conjuring trick.
The basilisk appeared, and stared directly at the stricken Harry Potter and his band of rabbles.
The DA members, all grown up and strong thanks to Harry's training, immediately died. The Order of the Pheonix members, old old people, also died.
Harry was alive.
He gazed at the basilisk and was not affected, though he wondered why.
"Parseltounges are not affected by the Basilisk stare, Potter." Voldemort answered his unasked question. "It's just you and me now."
The Basilisk conjuration spell ended, and Voldemort and his death eaters attacked. Harry still in shock, did the only thing he could.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He screamed in a cliché way as he turned around and saw all his allies dead.
"Die, motherfucker!" Voldemort screamed, and launched an Avada Kedavra at him.
"Bouncy Bouncy Multiply!" Harry intoned, casting a spell of his own invention. A big silver shield popped up, and took all the curses, dark spells, and various other magic thrown at Harry from the death eaters, and the shield bounced it back to the casters.
BOOM!
They died.
Voldemort also died.
The war was over but the price was too much.
Suddenly God appeared on the battlefield, and asked, "Well, well, well? What's going on here?" He was a very old man and was dressed in yellow robes so bright they almost blinded Harry's eyes.
"I killed them. I killed them all."
"OK, so…. Do you want to go to an alternate dimension where you can start over again?"
"No, not really. Why?"
"Perfect! Bye!"
"Huh? What?"
God waved his hands and Harry was transported to an Alternate dimension where he could do everything all over again.
The end.
Of this dimension that is. Now our story takes place in an alternate dimension.
Drum rolls…Ok, in this dimension you are a 14 year old normal wizard with parents and everything. It is the year of the triwizard tournament. Have fun Harry!
A voice shouted loudly in his head.
Harry woke up in a strange room, and he put all his paranoid skills to the test as he wildly looked around and grumbled at the hangover.
Not noticing a thing, he went to the Great Hall (He was in Hogwarts) and had breakfast.
Then he realized what happened, and Harry said, "Oh shit! #(#( #(&) )((&() !)&$#)&$)("
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