How "Goblet of Fire" Should Have Ended
Alastor Moody limped down the stairs. Harry Potter had put an air of cold indifference during the Unforgivable Curses lesson, but Moody knew better. There was no way that someone who had witnessed a murder, even at such a young age, could not have any response to witnessing another.
"Potter," he called.
Harry Potter was with his two friends, Ron and Hermione, who were comforting Longbottom. The group turned to look at him, startled that he'd followed them. For about a millisecond, Moody thought about comforting the upset Longbottom boy, but he had a task to complete.
"Potter, can I see you in my office?"
Harry looked apologetically at his friends, and left with Moody on his heels.
"Potter," Moody said, closing the door tightly. "You alright?" he asked.
Harry shrugged noncommittally, intentionally keeping his eyes lowered. Moody surveyed him with his magical eye. "I hear you're a fair flyer, Potter. Just like your father…"
"I'm alright," Harry said looking up.
Moody smiled and growled, "More than alright, if I recall."
Harry found a smile grace his face as he shrugged again. Moody grinned his lopsided smile and picked up a book titled Seekers Snatch the Snitch by Malcolm Wenham.
"Ever read this?" he asked, eyeing a magical clock on his wall. Harry took it in his hands. "No, I don't think so," he said, opening the cover to inspect it.
"You should," Moody said. "Apparently it has some good tips for Seekers."
Harry grinned. "Thanks, Professor," he said, waving the book in his hand as he left Moody's office. Moody slowly followed him and Harry waved to Ron and Hermione who'd been waiting for him. Moody kept himself out of sight when the room lurched and Harry suddenly was gone.
-
Harry found himself in a dark living room, the one he'd seen in the dreams he'd had over the summer. On the fire was a large cauldron, and he pulled out his wand when he felt an unknown force push him into the large armchair he'd seen Voldemort sit in.
Suddenly large chains bound him to the chair and he struggled helplessly as Wormtail entered the room, carrying a bundle. When the blankets fell away, Harry screamed in pain and disgust as the ugly Lord Voldemort was revealed, and his scar burned.
Wormtail dumped the baby into the boiling cauldron, and began to intone the spell as he cut deeply into Harry's forearm with a dagger. Wormtail summoned a bone from Tom Riddle Sr.'s grave and sent it into the cauldrom. He dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron, and then used the dagger to shave off some skin from his missing finger's stump.
And Voldemort was back. He cackled as he inspected his body, his wand, and then, finally, Harry Potter. He picked up his wand and laughed, poking Harry in the heart with it.
Avada Kedavra!
