Hi
This is a Oneshot
98.46% not going to continued. but, i will sell you the rights to this story for 1 knut
this stuff is JKR's dont sue me.
It was finally over.
Voldemort was dead. His horcruxes gone, his followers disbanded, nothing could bring him back.
Harry was now free to live his life as he wanted.
But so many had died.
Ron, Ginny, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Dumbledore, Colin, Cedric, Snape, Sirius, his parents. Harry didn't know what was left for him. Sure he would stay with Hermione, but eventually they would move on.
He walked around the ruins of Hogwarts, tears falling down his face. He looked down at the elder wand held in his hand. 'Such a small weapon to cause this much suffering.' He looked at the stone he had picked up on the way back from the forest. 'Such a small rock to cause such anguish.' He felt the cloak tucked in his robes. Such a light piece of fabric to bring him victory.
And yet it had. While Tom was gloating about killing him, harry had slipped under the cloak and walked behind Tom, and stabbed him with Gryffindor's sword.
And now, there was nothing,
Harry pulled out the pieces of his old wand, and with a mumbled reparo and a wave of the elder wand, his holly wand was whole again.
He placed the resurrection stone on the ground, and murmured "reducto". The stone was ground into dust, and blown away with the wind.
He then placed the cloak on the ground, and said "incendio." The cloak burst into flames.
Taking a deep breath, he snapped the elder wand in half, and threw the pieces on the fire.
Then he took his old wand, and looked at it.
'Well friend, you've bene with me through thick and thin. From the first day I learned I was a wizard, you've been by my side. It's truly been an extraordinary journey, but it's finally over. It's all over.'
He pointed the wand at himself, and as hit heart filled with loathing and pity, he muttered "Avada Kedavera."
And all was black.
Harry woke up to hear thunder and crashing waves. He looked around. This was the cabin where his uncle had taken the family when he was trying to escape the owls. Harry looked around, and noticed that Dudley was once again, short, fat, and 11.
Harry thought 'Oh my God. It was only a dream.'
BOOM!
BOOM!
Dudley jerked awake. "Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands - now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you - I'm armed!"
There was a pause. Then -
SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.
"Ello Harry."
