Dull life less eyes glanced over the crowd in the stands, the judges panel, then over to the dragon chained to the far end of the arena.
He contemplated for a moment using sonorus to make an announcement, but in the end, decided against it. With his wand in his right hand, the marauder's map in his left pocket, and the invisibility cloak in his right, he slowly walked purposely towards the dragon. He ducked behind a boulder once when the dragon breathed flame. He wasn't close enough.
When the jet of hot flame ended, he paused to swallow, before getting up and resuming his march.
The dragon reared back for just a moment, gathering yet another stream of flame in its throat, then released…
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Many in the crowd screamed. Albus stood, pointing his wand forward, but already knew it to be too late. It felt as though everything was crashing around his ears. He stared numb as the dragonhandlers ran out into the arena to subdue the dragon while a shaggy black dog ran forward, barking up a storm, only to turn into a sobbing broken man who fell to his knees at the humanoid outline on the ground, surrounded by scorched black.
Not a thing survived of Harry James Potter. Nothing except a small tuft of silvery material which the broken man picked up, only for it to wisp away in his fingers. He didn't react when Aurors came to capture him. Sirius Black was a broken man. He didn't even struggle when the Dementors kissed him before he'd even re-entered a cell.
Many might have blamed Black for Harry's death, if not for a letter found on his bed later. A letter that ended up shared among the rest of Gryffindor house that made it rather clear that it was a suicide and he blamed the entire wizarding world for it, condemning them all and the relief he felt knowing he would soon be with his family once again.
Many still tried to blame Black, claiming he must have imperiused Harry, only for that to fall to the wayside when a somber Dumbledore dragged in a stunned Crouch Jr who'd tried to get away, tipping the man off and prompting him to follow his weirdly behaving friend, only to discover the ruse and capture Pettigrew and Voldemort, bringing them along too.
The Department of Mysteries watched on silently as the man tossed Voldemort's homunculus through the veil. Not even horcruxes would save him from that form of death.
That's not to say the horcruxes weren't still a threat. Dumbledore eventually went around and found them all with the help of his phoenix. He still put on the ring, and he still eventually died from the withering curse half a year later.
Moony did not outlast his friend or honorary nephew very long. He was eventually found dead, having been hit by a car while heavily intoxicated.
Life eventually went on. Snape faded into obscurity once Dumbledore was gone, resigning from teaching. McGonagall took Dumbledore's place as Headmistress of Hogwarts, with Filius as her new deputy.
As for the rest of the Triwizard Tournament, no one was really into it anymore. The rest of the tasks were settled quietly, and the event once more faded into obscurity where it belonged.
And life went on. There was always a small memorial and moment of silence on the anniversary of Harry Potter's Death. It took several generations before even that faded, though it remained a footnote in history books, lost and forgotten thanks to Binns and his focus on Goblin rebellions.
Life went on.
The End