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A Harry Potter Fanfiction in honor of our beloved hero's birthday. . . Happy Birthday Harry!!
A loud crack! at 2 a.m. elicited from the arrival of a specific dark wizard in the living room of 4 Privet Drive woke the four residents of the house with a start. One of the residents, a small, skinny, raven haired wizard of the age of fifteen reached under his bed for a long wooden stick, while another, larger, whale of a man (with slightly grey and balding hair) reached under his own bed for a long metal stick. Each of these two residents raced out of their respective bedrooms leaving the remaining residents frightened and whimpering in their beds. The larger of the two pushed the other out of his way, bellowing "I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU FREAKS! I'M SICK OF YOUR FREAKY DISRUPTIVE ABNORMAL BEHAVIOR! I'M DONE WITH IT ALL ONCE AND FOR ALL! OUT OF MY WAY BOY!" And before the stunned teen could protest, the large man was on his way down the stairs to come face to face with the most evil wizard of the time – and his stick thingy.
Harry Potter grabbed his wand and jumped to his feet frantically whispering, "Uncle Vernon! No! He's–" But as he reached the top of the stairs he heard a hiss and a gun cock. Halfway down the stairs, prepared for the fight of his life, he heard a single gun shot and saw a flash of green light.
Silence. "Lumos." A single, soft light held before him, Harry carefully proceeded the rest of the way down the stairs. Then he saw it, the scene that would never leave his mind. Uncle Vernon lay sprawled on the floor, shot gun in hand. Nothing seemingly wrong beside the fact that he was dead. On the other side of the room lay Lord Voldemort, dead from a single shot to the head.
Harry stood motionless, unbelieving. The two men who had made it their mission to make his life miserable (and short lived at that) had murdered each other. Indeed, July 31 at 2 a.m. Voldemort's reign had ended and Harry Potter was finally allowed to live with his godfather. Happy birthday Harry.
A/N I know it's not great, and not long either, but I seriously wrote at 2 am one night I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to share in hopes that it may elicit a few chuckles. That's all. Hugs and snitches everybody. HP4EVER!