Harry Potter: And Armageddon
~It's the end of the wizarding world as we know it~ (An after-Hogwarts fic).
A/N: This is an alternate universe fic. It changes the ending of book five (though Sirius' dying remains the same) and assumes Harry's sixth and seventh year end without too much incident, and he completes three years of Auror training with flying colors.
~*...*~ indicates dream sequence.
Chapter One: Remembering
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~*For a few seconds Voldemort was visible as only a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass-
Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor.
"MASTER!" screamed Bellatrix.
It was over. Voldemort had decided to flee.
Harry was shaking violently-so, in fact, that he could not stand, and fell to his knees. After what seemed like hours and seconds at the same time, he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"Are you all right, Harry?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yeah, I'm all right-"
Just then the Altrium became full of people who, led by a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge, was heading towards them.
"Dumbledore!" Fudge gasped. "You-here-I-I-"
Harry stared at him, wondering if he aught to feel triumphant that he had been proved right. He didn't, really.
"-shall explain everything when Harry is back at school," Dumbledore was saying when Harry tuned back in. The Headmaster of Hogwarts made a portkey for Harry. Harry took it, and in a whirlwind of color and sound, was flying back to Hogwarts, where it had all begun so many hours ago.*~
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Harry awoke with a start, and turned over in bed so he could sit up.
Staring into the darkness of his room, it seemed he could still hear the echoing voices in the Altrium, and the wind as it rushed past his ears while he hung on to the portkey.
Just then, Luna stirred beside him in bed, and the trance of memories was broken. He clicked on a dim bedside lamp and gazed at her.
He'd met her in his fifth year at Hogwarts, at the end of which he'd realized she understood a lot things about him that others didn't; what it meant to see someone die, and to know that just because the person had died, didn't mean you wouldn't see them again. She'd seen the horse-like creatures that pulled the school carriages, heard the voices behind the veil that night in the Department of Mysteries.
Luna shifted again, and murmured something that sounded like, "But they *are* real, Mrs. Lyone."
Harry smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead lightly, so as not to wake her, and tuck the blankets back up around her shoulders.
Clicking off the lamp, he settled back down in bed and wondered what tomorrow would bring. He was just thinking to send a letter to Hermione and she how she was getting along with setting up S.P.E.W. as a legalized organization when he fell asleep, this time with pleasant dreams of playing with two little figures who called him 'Daddy'.
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~End Chapter~
A/N: *Artholien and Evanjaleene do not own Harry Potter, the character or the series, they just borrow him for their own amusement.*
We make no money off any of our fanfiction. This is the only time we're gonna post this disclaimer, but it holds true for every chapter, every fic, obviously. You know, as we're not likely to be given the rights to Harry Potter in the middle of this. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, please review!
~It's the end of the wizarding world as we know it~ (An after-Hogwarts fic).
A/N: This is an alternate universe fic. It changes the ending of book five (though Sirius' dying remains the same) and assumes Harry's sixth and seventh year end without too much incident, and he completes three years of Auror training with flying colors.
~*...*~ indicates dream sequence.
Chapter One: Remembering
.
.
.
~*For a few seconds Voldemort was visible as only a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass-
Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor.
"MASTER!" screamed Bellatrix.
It was over. Voldemort had decided to flee.
Harry was shaking violently-so, in fact, that he could not stand, and fell to his knees. After what seemed like hours and seconds at the same time, he heard Dumbledore's voice.
"Are you all right, Harry?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yeah, I'm all right-"
Just then the Altrium became full of people who, led by a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge, was heading towards them.
"Dumbledore!" Fudge gasped. "You-here-I-I-"
Harry stared at him, wondering if he aught to feel triumphant that he had been proved right. He didn't, really.
"-shall explain everything when Harry is back at school," Dumbledore was saying when Harry tuned back in. The Headmaster of Hogwarts made a portkey for Harry. Harry took it, and in a whirlwind of color and sound, was flying back to Hogwarts, where it had all begun so many hours ago.*~
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Harry awoke with a start, and turned over in bed so he could sit up.
Staring into the darkness of his room, it seemed he could still hear the echoing voices in the Altrium, and the wind as it rushed past his ears while he hung on to the portkey.
Just then, Luna stirred beside him in bed, and the trance of memories was broken. He clicked on a dim bedside lamp and gazed at her.
He'd met her in his fifth year at Hogwarts, at the end of which he'd realized she understood a lot things about him that others didn't; what it meant to see someone die, and to know that just because the person had died, didn't mean you wouldn't see them again. She'd seen the horse-like creatures that pulled the school carriages, heard the voices behind the veil that night in the Department of Mysteries.
Luna shifted again, and murmured something that sounded like, "But they *are* real, Mrs. Lyone."
Harry smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead lightly, so as not to wake her, and tuck the blankets back up around her shoulders.
Clicking off the lamp, he settled back down in bed and wondered what tomorrow would bring. He was just thinking to send a letter to Hermione and she how she was getting along with setting up S.P.E.W. as a legalized organization when he fell asleep, this time with pleasant dreams of playing with two little figures who called him 'Daddy'.
.
.
.
~End Chapter~
A/N: *Artholien and Evanjaleene do not own Harry Potter, the character or the series, they just borrow him for their own amusement.*
We make no money off any of our fanfiction. This is the only time we're gonna post this disclaimer, but it holds true for every chapter, every fic, obviously. You know, as we're not likely to be given the rights to Harry Potter in the middle of this. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, please review!