I don't know were the hell this came from, but I've had this thought
running around in my head for a very, very long time. This idea and that of
a muggle getting lucky and shooting good old Voldy in a sublimely
anticlimactic ending just seem to speak to me.
I know not if this is how it will end, I doubt it, although I would love such a ending. Tell me what ya think.
-Flameraven
I own nothing... well that's not quite true I own a few books but that's about it.
Shadow No More. By Flameraven
Green eyes met red and they each knew fear. Harry Potter, the boy-who- lived, was the owner of the green eyes while Voldemort, the dark lord, was the owner of the red. One held the hope of the entire wizarding world; the other was that same world's damnation.
Harry was the one and only person in history to survive the killing curse. His mother had sacrificed her life to protect his from that curse and the one who had cast it, Voldemort himself, had been hit by its power.
Broken and all but powerless it had been fourteen years before Voldemort had been able to use Harry to regain his strength and the very body lost because of the effects of that same, horridly powerful, curse.
Only something had gone wrong. Voldemort was vulnerable now. Love had wormed its way into his dark heart, it was but a dim light but no matter what the dark lord tried he could not extinguish it. It was like a cancer on his dark soul and although it gave him the ability to kill Harry now it also left *him* open to attack.
Potter's blood had been used because the dark lord had assumed that it would grant him, the same protection that the Potter boy seemed to enjoy. So far he had yet to test this theory as no one had the strength or gall to attack him.
And now it was time to get rid of this petty nuisance. His red eyes seemed to glow with triumph as his and Harry's duel raged on. All around them Death eaters and Aurors from the ministry fought and died on the grounds of Hogwarts. But they were not the only combatants. Both professors and students alike joined the fray... on both sides.
Draco Malfoy had led a small contingent of his house mates in a flanking maneuver against the Ravenclaw positions. He too had been responsible for the loss of the charms that protected the school from magical invasion. Now he lead all of Voldemort's supporters that had managed to slip into the school over the years in one last effort against the Gryffindor lines.
Dumbledore himself had joined the fray but was being held back by four of the strongest death eaters. With the members of Hufflepuff house in hiding and the Ravenclaw lines broken it was Slytherin verse Gryffindor and all of Harry's hopes for back up were dashed.
He was alone, alone facing the most powerful dark wizard in history. A scream pierced the air, a high pitched nearly inhuman sound. The green eyed boy risked a glance to the Gryffindor lines and saw that it was Neville Longbottem who was making the racket. The poor boy's legs were both burnt and twisted in a horrible manner. Harry's eyes widened at the sight and he felt his gorge rise, and that momentary distraction nearly cost him dearly.
His wand flew from his hand, and then, acting on pure instinct he rolled and by pure dum luck managed to be near a downed death eater. Snatching up the fallen wizards wand he faced the dark lord once more. But his knees were trembling, his own wand gave him a version of protection against Voldemort. Both his and the dark lords wands held the same core, a single feather from Dumbeldor's own phoenix. This wand wouldn't even let him use his magic at full strength!
His nemesis' eyes glowed with unholy triumph as he brought up both wands to finish off this boy who had haunted him for years. His then lips, more of a line across his oddly smooth face then a real mouth quirked up in a grisly smirk. "Good-by mister Potter." Was all he said as he prepared to finish the job he had started seventeen years ago.
Harry's mind was going a mile a minuet, what could he do? He desperately searched for something, anything! To save himself with, but his mind was blank as the reality of his mortality came crashing down upon it. He watched the wands rase and saw as Voldemort started casting that most evil of spells when suddenly a roar of triumph was heard.
Despite themselves both men although locked in mortal combat look towards the war zone and what they saw gave Harry hope. The Slytherins had been broken, Harry had to smile as he saw what had happened. He knew who had carried this day for the side of good.
Ron.
Suddenly coming back to the reality of his situation Harry quickly focused back on the vile monster in front of him. Voldemort for his part watched in consternation as his death eaters were beaten back by half trained students. His jaw almost dropped as one small girl with bushy brown hair did some curse he had never seen before and dropped four of his men!
His disbelief grew even more as eight more of his men were downed by what looked to be bludges! His men were being beaten back by children and toys! And then suddenly his right hand went numb and he turned his attention back to Harry chastising himself for not finishing him off first before getting lost in thought.
And so they faced each other. Each with the others wand. And so it started, that dreadful stalemate that had never fully left Harry's mind sense the tri-wizards cup. The sliver light shifted back and forth, back and forth. But in the end it seemed that Voldemort's will was stronger and his ray was coming closer and closer to Harry.
The boy-who-lived closed his eyes one last time and silently apologized to his parents as he waited for death to clam him. When he heard some muffled words and a sudden horrible screaming and then... silence. The wand in his hand had ceased its vibrations. Ever so cautiously opened one eye and then both in shock.
There in the outlined in the fading sun stood a tall man, his red hair a tangled, blood matted mess and his blue eyes like ice. "That was for Percy." He spat at the dead body at his feet. He then grinned at Harry and a bit of the old Ron shown through in that grin. And then he almost toppled over in complete exhaustion.
His fiancée, Hermione Granger, rushed to his side and barley managed to keep him on his feet. Harry stared at his man before him for a bit before looking down at the body of the man that had hounded him for his whole life and then back at his two best friends before busting out laughing.
Both his best friends looked at him worriedly, afraid that perhaps they hadn't been fast enough, or that the stress might have robbed them of their friend now that they had finally won. He saw there looks and brought himself under control for the most part before speaking.
"You got what you always wanted Ron, you'll be famous for this."
His friend seemed a bit surprised by that. A small grin spread over his face but disappeared almost as fast. He shook his head almost a bit sadly before telling Harry that he already had everything he needed.
To both Harry's and Hermione's shock Ron told everyone that Harry had defeated the dark lord on his own. He took no credit for anything he did that day. Not the defeating of Voldemort nor his brilliant strategy for defeating the Slytherins. After years of wanting to be famous, years of wishing he had been Harry James Potter, Ron had finally grown up.
He stayed behind with Hermione as Harry was attended by his girlfriend of two years. Ron's own little sister Ginny. At Hermione's questioning looks he finally told her why he hadn't jumped at the chance to be well known as the man who stopped Voldemort.
"What would be the point 'Mione? Its Harry, its always been Harry. Even if we had told the truth everyone would have said it was him anywise. What would be the point of changing the legend of Harry Potter now, love?" and then his eyes become very reflective. "Besides, what good has being famous ever done for him?"
To that Hermione could only nod and be held in the arms of the man she loved. The war that had been standing on the horizon for all of their relationship was finally over. In the end it had been they who had kept the school intact and Ron, Harry's shadow, his sidekick, that had been the one to defeat Vodemort.
But she knew that Ron was right. Who past those who were here would believe that they, the tag alongs, were the ones who truly saved the day? She sighed a deep sigh, before tuning in Ron's arms and snuggling into his chest. They were alive and they had each other. What more could they possibly need?
-fin.
I've got no idea why, but Ron being the one to take down Voldemort and save Harry's arse just seems to be stuck in my head. I'm more then halfway convinced that that is indeed what Mrs Rowling is going to do. I can only wait and see though.
What did ya'll think of it though?
I know not if this is how it will end, I doubt it, although I would love such a ending. Tell me what ya think.
-Flameraven
I own nothing... well that's not quite true I own a few books but that's about it.
Shadow No More. By Flameraven
Green eyes met red and they each knew fear. Harry Potter, the boy-who- lived, was the owner of the green eyes while Voldemort, the dark lord, was the owner of the red. One held the hope of the entire wizarding world; the other was that same world's damnation.
Harry was the one and only person in history to survive the killing curse. His mother had sacrificed her life to protect his from that curse and the one who had cast it, Voldemort himself, had been hit by its power.
Broken and all but powerless it had been fourteen years before Voldemort had been able to use Harry to regain his strength and the very body lost because of the effects of that same, horridly powerful, curse.
Only something had gone wrong. Voldemort was vulnerable now. Love had wormed its way into his dark heart, it was but a dim light but no matter what the dark lord tried he could not extinguish it. It was like a cancer on his dark soul and although it gave him the ability to kill Harry now it also left *him* open to attack.
Potter's blood had been used because the dark lord had assumed that it would grant him, the same protection that the Potter boy seemed to enjoy. So far he had yet to test this theory as no one had the strength or gall to attack him.
And now it was time to get rid of this petty nuisance. His red eyes seemed to glow with triumph as his and Harry's duel raged on. All around them Death eaters and Aurors from the ministry fought and died on the grounds of Hogwarts. But they were not the only combatants. Both professors and students alike joined the fray... on both sides.
Draco Malfoy had led a small contingent of his house mates in a flanking maneuver against the Ravenclaw positions. He too had been responsible for the loss of the charms that protected the school from magical invasion. Now he lead all of Voldemort's supporters that had managed to slip into the school over the years in one last effort against the Gryffindor lines.
Dumbledore himself had joined the fray but was being held back by four of the strongest death eaters. With the members of Hufflepuff house in hiding and the Ravenclaw lines broken it was Slytherin verse Gryffindor and all of Harry's hopes for back up were dashed.
He was alone, alone facing the most powerful dark wizard in history. A scream pierced the air, a high pitched nearly inhuman sound. The green eyed boy risked a glance to the Gryffindor lines and saw that it was Neville Longbottem who was making the racket. The poor boy's legs were both burnt and twisted in a horrible manner. Harry's eyes widened at the sight and he felt his gorge rise, and that momentary distraction nearly cost him dearly.
His wand flew from his hand, and then, acting on pure instinct he rolled and by pure dum luck managed to be near a downed death eater. Snatching up the fallen wizards wand he faced the dark lord once more. But his knees were trembling, his own wand gave him a version of protection against Voldemort. Both his and the dark lords wands held the same core, a single feather from Dumbeldor's own phoenix. This wand wouldn't even let him use his magic at full strength!
His nemesis' eyes glowed with unholy triumph as he brought up both wands to finish off this boy who had haunted him for years. His then lips, more of a line across his oddly smooth face then a real mouth quirked up in a grisly smirk. "Good-by mister Potter." Was all he said as he prepared to finish the job he had started seventeen years ago.
Harry's mind was going a mile a minuet, what could he do? He desperately searched for something, anything! To save himself with, but his mind was blank as the reality of his mortality came crashing down upon it. He watched the wands rase and saw as Voldemort started casting that most evil of spells when suddenly a roar of triumph was heard.
Despite themselves both men although locked in mortal combat look towards the war zone and what they saw gave Harry hope. The Slytherins had been broken, Harry had to smile as he saw what had happened. He knew who had carried this day for the side of good.
Ron.
Suddenly coming back to the reality of his situation Harry quickly focused back on the vile monster in front of him. Voldemort for his part watched in consternation as his death eaters were beaten back by half trained students. His jaw almost dropped as one small girl with bushy brown hair did some curse he had never seen before and dropped four of his men!
His disbelief grew even more as eight more of his men were downed by what looked to be bludges! His men were being beaten back by children and toys! And then suddenly his right hand went numb and he turned his attention back to Harry chastising himself for not finishing him off first before getting lost in thought.
And so they faced each other. Each with the others wand. And so it started, that dreadful stalemate that had never fully left Harry's mind sense the tri-wizards cup. The sliver light shifted back and forth, back and forth. But in the end it seemed that Voldemort's will was stronger and his ray was coming closer and closer to Harry.
The boy-who-lived closed his eyes one last time and silently apologized to his parents as he waited for death to clam him. When he heard some muffled words and a sudden horrible screaming and then... silence. The wand in his hand had ceased its vibrations. Ever so cautiously opened one eye and then both in shock.
There in the outlined in the fading sun stood a tall man, his red hair a tangled, blood matted mess and his blue eyes like ice. "That was for Percy." He spat at the dead body at his feet. He then grinned at Harry and a bit of the old Ron shown through in that grin. And then he almost toppled over in complete exhaustion.
His fiancée, Hermione Granger, rushed to his side and barley managed to keep him on his feet. Harry stared at his man before him for a bit before looking down at the body of the man that had hounded him for his whole life and then back at his two best friends before busting out laughing.
Both his best friends looked at him worriedly, afraid that perhaps they hadn't been fast enough, or that the stress might have robbed them of their friend now that they had finally won. He saw there looks and brought himself under control for the most part before speaking.
"You got what you always wanted Ron, you'll be famous for this."
His friend seemed a bit surprised by that. A small grin spread over his face but disappeared almost as fast. He shook his head almost a bit sadly before telling Harry that he already had everything he needed.
To both Harry's and Hermione's shock Ron told everyone that Harry had defeated the dark lord on his own. He took no credit for anything he did that day. Not the defeating of Voldemort nor his brilliant strategy for defeating the Slytherins. After years of wanting to be famous, years of wishing he had been Harry James Potter, Ron had finally grown up.
He stayed behind with Hermione as Harry was attended by his girlfriend of two years. Ron's own little sister Ginny. At Hermione's questioning looks he finally told her why he hadn't jumped at the chance to be well known as the man who stopped Voldemort.
"What would be the point 'Mione? Its Harry, its always been Harry. Even if we had told the truth everyone would have said it was him anywise. What would be the point of changing the legend of Harry Potter now, love?" and then his eyes become very reflective. "Besides, what good has being famous ever done for him?"
To that Hermione could only nod and be held in the arms of the man she loved. The war that had been standing on the horizon for all of their relationship was finally over. In the end it had been they who had kept the school intact and Ron, Harry's shadow, his sidekick, that had been the one to defeat Vodemort.
But she knew that Ron was right. Who past those who were here would believe that they, the tag alongs, were the ones who truly saved the day? She sighed a deep sigh, before tuning in Ron's arms and snuggling into his chest. They were alive and they had each other. What more could they possibly need?
-fin.
I've got no idea why, but Ron being the one to take down Voldemort and save Harry's arse just seems to be stuck in my head. I'm more then halfway convinced that that is indeed what Mrs Rowling is going to do. I can only wait and see though.
What did ya'll think of it though?