Random one-shot time! Co-authored with Tiki O'toole. For when she realizes I put this on my account, sorry, Tiki. It was her idea, but my computer.
"Feel remorse, Tom!" Harry shouted. "Come on, we haven't got all day!" The crowd gasped and cheered. Harry turned and smirked at the multitude of people. Before the day was out, he would be the hero of the wizarding world! He raised his first for dramatic effect. Voldemort sighed.
"I remember you as a child, and should have known my constant defeats would have turned you into an egotistical…prepubescent…boy…"
"Who lived!" someone threw in helpfully.
"Shut up!" he screamed. "Now, Potter…. Back to the script." He cackled evilly. "Feel remorse? Preposterous! You will never defeat me, Potter!"
But Harry wasn't focusing on what his arch enemy was saying. The crowd was getting antsy… the screaming was getting old… time for… MAGIC!
Harry cut Voldemort off with an epic wave of his hand. "Enough pleading! You will receive no mercy, no matter how much you beg!"
"I wasn't begging…." muttered Voldemort.
What Harry could see, but Voldemort couldn't, was a blond head and a gleam of silver from behind...
"Aw flobberworming end this already!" Draco screamed. He flipped into the air brandishing a brightly glowing sword inset with diamonds and rubies. He struck a dramatic pose, and with one massive yet elegant swipe…
Voldemort's head thudded to the ground.
The crowd was silent. Harry was silent.
Then, a clap. Cheers rose from the masses, shouting "Draco! Draco! Draco!" He was lifted into the air by his peers, and passed around to the head table where Dumbledore presented him with a shiny trophy…
Harry Potter was still silent.
Then…
"MY GLORY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !"
Nobody noticed.
They were all too busy cheering on the strutting Draco Malfoy, who was showing off his new trophy from the head table.
Harry Potter was weeping.
Malfoy had won.
"Draco? Draco!" a nasally, feminine voice called. "Do you want cheese on your omelet?"
"No! I want his blood!" Draco slurred. "Execute Potter… Order 66…."
The boy stirred, silken sheets so comfortable, and so…wait, WHAT?
He had just won the battle…
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Ahhh, dreams. Pleasant escapes, are they not?