April fool's! I've decided to leave this chapter in as a placeholder until I can finalize the next one.
Harry woke with a groan. He looked up. The high ceilings of Gringotts were over his head, and there was a goblin looking at him.
"How...what?" he rasped.
"Well, we needed to get you here to verify your inheritance." said the goblin, "According to section 3C of the laws of magic, inheritance overrules all other magic in importance, so we used that to bypass the wards on the castle and bring you here."
"Inheritance?" Harry asked groggily.
"Yes, inheritance." said the goblin, "You are the Heir of Slytherin because you killed the basilisk-"
"BASILISK?!" he exclaimed.
"Oh. Yes, that would complicate things. You haven't actually done that in this timeline. Anyway, moving on. Besides being Heir of Slytherin, you are also Heir of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw has decided in the afterlife to gift her inheritance to you, and because of that, you own Hogwarts. Also, you are Master of Death by right of being heir of the Peverells. Oh, and by the way, you can kill Voldemort by taking his magic because you are now Head of his family. Just sign this paper right here and it all gets done."
Harry sat up and signed the paper.
"Congratulations!" said the goblin, "You now own Hogwarts, and Voldemort is dead. Now, we have some outstanding marriage contracts you need to accept. First, Daphne Greengrass, or if she is not suitable, her sister Astoria. Second, Cho Chang. Third, Ginny Weasley. Besides that, you can have your pick of any of the Hogwarts students. Do you find this acceptable?"
It was at this point that the mental overload of cringe finally caught up to the author of this universe, so Harry passed out on the floor to avoid the narrator having a stroke.
Alright...if you suffered through that, you should know what this is. As a reward, here's a preview of one of the epilogues I am considering:
The old man looked at the headline between sips of dark coffee. "NEW UNKOWN OBJECT ASTOUNDS ASTRONOMERS! MAGIC IS IN TURMOIL! APOCALYPSE IMMENENT?" He smiled, knowing very well to what it was referring. He stood, ancient bones creaking. He had taken many names over the aeons, but the one which he was known by now was most dear to him.
"Harry Potter" he whispered, voice not dulled at all by age.
He walked slowly up to the Astronomy tower, nodding slightly at students who hurried on their way. He was something of a legend these days, being in the school as long as he had, no one really knew how old he was. There had been many Headmasters since his victory over Voldemort, and more often than not he had known them in their school days. He held a well-earned reputation for remembering names, able to recall the school days of just about anyone in Wizarding Britain, down to their many detentions. At long last, he made it to the top. It was a clear night, and Mars, the old dunce, was visible now, bright as it had ever been. Eyes focusing impossibly far, he saw the new object approaching, a white sphere, whorls of power surrounding it, planets from which it had come glowing with life. He smiled, green eyes which he had held throughout his many lifetimes glowing in the night.
"Hello...Mother." And Harry Potter dissolved, his body melting into light and floating up into the atmosphere, ripples of power extending out from his wake.
The next day, Hogwarts no longer had a caretaker. No one quite new what to do, since Harry Potter had been around for so long that almost no one really knew what the job entailed anymore, and in the midst of the current crisis, this almost went unnoticed besides a side article in The Weekly Oracle, the successor to The Daily Prophet. And so, Harry Potter was forgotten, fading into obscurity as the world itself underwent change the likes of which it had never known.
That's my possible ending for this book, I'm currently outlining a sequel.