I would write a disclaimer here, but I seriously doubt that J. K. Rowling herself will turn up on my doorstep demanding that I pay for violating the copyright Harry Potter has over his head.

And I see I am correct. J. K. has not come to my doorstep.

Instead, her lawyer came.

"Hello, nony0mous. I am Mr. Noname, and it has come to my attention that you are writing a story about-" he checks his notebook. "You are writing a story about Mr. H. Potter. I am afraid that I can't let you do that without killing you. Is that okay?"

I consider the options.

"If I die, can I visit Voldemort and all of the other people who died over the course of the very violent Harry Potter series?"

"Sure."

"Yes! May I do the honors?"

"Sure."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Now Mr. Noname is dead.

I think it is now safe to say that I don't own Harry Potter.

Cliché: Why does it take so long for the bad guy to kill the good guy?

Harry was tied to a grave. There was nothing he could do.

Voldemort was gloating.

"Here lies the poor, defenseless Harry Potter. He may have defeated me multiple times, but this time, he won't. This day will mark the beginning of a new era, and era of which I will be the ruler of."

"You'll never get away with this!" spat Harry. "Dumbledore will come."

"No! That is the special thing about this plan. Dumbledore will never find this graveyard!"

Just then, there was a CRACK! and Dumbledore appeared.

Voldemort cursed.

Then Voldemort cursed Albus. "Avada Kedavra!"

Dumbledore fell down onto the floor.

Harry was shocked, but he didn't show it.

"He wanted to die! He said so in the first book!"

He opened his mouth to say more, but Bellatrix opened her's first.

"Why don't you just kill the boy? We can't wait another three books."

Voldemort decided that this was a good idea. He yelled, almost lazily, "Avada Kedavra!" and the Boy Who Lived was no more.

There was silence.

Voldemort stood there, not believing his eyes. He always knew he was capable of killing the boy, but he never knew that it would happen so soon.

And then he raised his wand and shot a Dark Mark into the sky.

He Apparated to Hogsmeade and went to Hogwarts and showed them Harry's dead body.

"No!"

Ron ran forward, but Voldemort killed him.

"No!"

Hermione ran forward, but Voldemort killed her, too.

"No!"

Neville ran forward.

Voldemort scowled.

"Can someone please explain to this boy that running in front of the Dark Lord isn't a good idea?"

He killed Neville.

"No!"

Luna ran forward.

Voldemort frowned. "Hey, you don't come in until the next book! Is your head full of Nargles?"

Luna shrugged, then killed herself.

"If any of you are left who would like to make a vain attempt at defeating me," shouted the Dark Lord, "you may do so now."

Explanation: J.K. wouldn't make as much money off of four books. And why would you want to make less money?