Alternative end of the story, surprise style!

Melissa Carrows was not a woman.

She had the potential, like most at birth, to live a completely normal life. She could have been raised by her loving parents, studied at university and ended up as a hard-working mother of two in a small house in the city. As it was, many things got in her way.

The first was the dark times she was born into, the Second World War was approaching fast, add to that her mother died from a splinter wound not long after she was born. Her father did the best he could, but eventually lost custody and she was sent to an orphanage. She was only four at that time, and was certain of the fact that her father was coming back as soon as he could.

Twenty years later she found him with his new family, without as much as an old photo of her. She was devastated, this happened just after leaving the orphanage, a place that had only brought her scars, mainly caused by the other children of the orphanage, and terrifying memories that played out in her dreams. She remembered a certain boy who disliked her more than the others. She never knew why, or why he disappeared for more part of the years.

But it mattered not, she had lost the job she had gotten at the orphanage and had nowhere to go. Life was difficult for the young woman, and would continue to be so for the next fifty years.

It was summer, mists had frequented England this year and whispers of strange disappearances where frequent. Melissa was by now an old woman, nearing her eighties. She lived in a communal home for the elderly, the ones who could afford nothing else, and enjoyed the daily walks in the park they were taken to. She secretly carried a handgun in her purse, something that she learned through the hard times of her life was a necessary evil, a gun in the face scared of thieves' better than the threat of calling the police or other such nonsense.

This particular misty Sunday she was happy for her gun. Men dressed in black dresses appeared out of nowhere and stated shooting some new high tech laser weapons at people. She knew all about these new weapons, she'd seen the movies. The creature who led the foul men was a monstrous white skinned alien lizard of sorts, he had red glowing eyes and while Melissa was certain she'd never seen the beast before in her life he felt strangely familiar. She pointed her gun and shot him.

Had it been anyone else who pulled the trigger nothing would have happened. But due to several unforeseen circumstances, like the time when Melissa's father denied a little boy at the orphanage a coin thrice, or when the very same boy took a knife and carved his name in little Melissa's skin when she was young, a prophesy kicked in and made the dark lord dead.

The world seemed to stop, silence only broken by the hesitant movement of one of the black clad men walking towards his master bending down to either rouse him or confirm him dead. The man silently raised his eyes and stared at the fragile old lady in front of him. The most powerful dark lord of the century had just been killed by a muggle old lady, it should have been impossible and his mind refused to comprehend what he was seeing. Other people started to appear, but the men in black remained still in shock.

The next day Melissa won on the lottery and lived the rest of her days in peace.

In another place an old man tried to come up with a good apology to the boy whose life he had ruined under the pretense that it was for the greater good. It didn't go that well.

But a lesson well learnt it was, don't underestimate the power of a prophesy, but don't put too much in it either. For you'll never truly know how or where it'll strike until it's over.