A week later Harry Potter stood before the tear in the fabric of space-time, swaying back and forth in sync with the magical energies flowing around him and into the tear. He could perceive the magic fleeing the world, draining into the unseen void before him. He had faced Voldemort on this very spot some twenty years ago. Then he had only been intent on ripping through the very fabric of the universe to remove Voldemort from the world that permitted him to be immortal. It was a hatchet job of shear naked force. This time subtlety was called for. In Harry's mind's eye the edges of the tear whipped like charged filaments, they were the very threads of reality and Harry needed to nudge them back into the weave that was the space-time continuum. Harry started well, nudging the first back just where he wanted.
A large crowd had come to watch including the Minister of Magic and most of the Magical Department Heads and their staffs. People too had come to see the legend of the boy-who-lived after so many years of confusion and doubt about him. Students stood in the crowd, many with their parents. They had seen the terror of the wizarding world exercising every day, stretching magical muscles long unused. The students had seen what immense powers he wielded and they knew their fears had been in part justified. Not all of them together could hope to match this strange man. He could if he wished, sweep them aside like chafe before a hurricane. He had but to reach out and they would be doomed.
Harry didn't though. He never wanted to rule the world. In his frustration he would think to himself 'Why can't they understand? I just want to get this over with and then find a new place to live. Somewhere where I won't be found again.' He would leave behind the names of the dead and Quidditch this time. That is how the dragon had tracked him to Australia. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Nothing would link him to this world again. He would be free of it once and for all.
He concentrated all his powers on thread after thread. He was beginning to have difficulty. As he moved the next thread into place others threads became displaced. The weave was beginning to come apart again. Harry redoubled his efforts and it worked for the weave reformed into the orderly pattern that he was trying to create. But even Harry's vast powers were not inexhaustible. He needed to regain his strength by resting for a moment and then with care he could finish the job.
The crowd watched on, only able to perceive the outward signs of the wielding of the strong magical energies Harry was sending into an area directly in front of him. To them the tear only appeared as the area that absorbed the energy Harry unleashed. Only Harry could perceive it directly. The tear appeared to have been growing smaller as Harry had worked and now that he had stopped sending magical energy into it, the tear was nowhere to be seen. It appeared that Harry had finished.
It never occurred to the Minister that the job might be unfinished. It never occurred to him that what he did next might have consequences far beyond anything he could possibly imagine. He signalled the others that had come with him. The all drew their wands and attacked the weakened wizard. It was their best chance to remove this threat from the world, now they thought they no longer needed him.
The crowd fled the unexpected battle. Unfortunately many accidentally crossed into the path of curses meant to kill Harry Potter and they died in his place. It was mayhem.
Harry's instinctive reflexes, even weakened from his efforts, were still a match for any and he was able to put up shielding spells of considerable strength before the first curse had even hit him. In a way though that only made matters worse. The energy of the curses directed at him spilled off his shield and hit the edge of the tear. The weave of the continuum at this weak point began to unravel at an alarming rate. Harry tried to warn them but through the carnage no one could hear his shouts. He was being slowly driven back and soon he was enmeshed in the tear itself. This made matters worse still for now all the energies directed at him where being directed into the tear.
The attackers didn't have it all their own way. Hermione was furious at this betrayal of her friend. She had drawn her wand and many of Harry's attackers learnt the hard way just how knowledgeable the headmistress was with curses. The dragon stood by her side unleashing spells no respectable wizard would use too. But they were only two against so many. Harry saw the dragon jump in front of Hermione to take the full effect of the combined spells of a half dozen curses aimed at her. He had died saving her and for that Harry owed him. But it was only for a moment until she fell in the next volley.
Harry's rage knew no bounds and that fuelled his magic more than any rest could possibly have. He unleashed his full potential at his attackers but he was positioned in the tear itself now and it absorbed most of the explosion of energy he sent forth. He realised his mistake too late. The weave of space-time itself was unravelling. The crowd around him ceased to exist! Hogwarts ceased to exist! The world ceased to exist! The entire universe ceased to exist! All was gone in what was both an instant and an eternity from Harry's perspective. All that remained was Harry and the void he found himself in. He was racked with guilt at the cruel destiny that had led him to destroy everything! He wished for the nothingness death would bring.
Something was moving in the void, if moving is the right word to use in a place that is without dimensions or even time. Harry didn't know how he could perceive it, all that he knew was it was there. It flowed around him and through him and he knew no more…