I didn't invent Harry Potter
Rain fell in a light spray, dowsing parched lawns and parked cars. Number 4 Privet Drive looked the same as it had always looked, only the people in it changed. Where once two fat males, a horse faced woman and a small skinny, bespectacled boy lived, now beautiful brown haired blue eyes children played, now happy families laugh and cry and live.
'The "savior" of our world died here' Severus thought bitterly. 'Not even a monument to mark it.'
'The boy who can't stop showing off is gone, he fulfilled his purpose before he left'
Severus pulled up his sleeve, revealing pale white arms, and blemish free skin. The mark was gone now but he couldn't help checking every now and then.
The Dursleys had been home when The Dark Lord came, and finally they showed that they too, were people worth knowing. Vernon shouting for all of them to run, even Harry, who naturally ignored this, his hero tendencies too strong to ignore. As Voldemort disdainfully killed Petunia and Vernon, Harry fought and struggled to save the cousin he despised.
'Why would you do that?' Severus said out loud. There was no one in the street to hear, not that Snape would have cared. 'He hated him.'
It was pointless in the end, for Dudley died, and Harry too, although he managed to kill Voldemort. By the time the order got there, Harry had breathed his last, his massive cousin a few feet away.
Lying at Harry's feet, the small, shrunken body of another skinny, black haired boy. Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle. His red eyes, and snake like face disappeared, all that was left was the shell of 'one of the brightest students Hogwarts ever had'.
Funerals were held, muggle ones where Aunt Marge cried for her brother, her sister-in-law and her nephew. Wizarding ones seemingly filled with redheads, the entire Weasley clan, turning up...many people, whose lives were touched by the Boy-Who-lived.
And at the back, standing still and silent, unseen. Professor Severus Snape, who at last acknowledged it. 'Okay, so maybe he wasn't quite the little brat I thought he was.
He was alright, for James Potter's son.
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