What Could Have Happened Series: He Died.
A/N: I have about five minutes to write this, as I am in school. So here we go.
"Hey guys, wanna see me defy death!?" Harry shouted with a chipper smile. "The Hogwarts Express is coming and--"
"Harry," Hermione said as she adjusted her new glasses that made her look even more like a bookworm. "I think not highly of this established plan of yours."
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Ron chanted.
"Ron!"
"But I wanna see him defy death," Ron whined like Voldy without a lollipop.
"It's not like he doesn't do it every other day, Ron. Wait until the end of the year when Voldemort becomes alive/stronger and gains a new power/apprentice, and the whole world explodes."
The train comes rushing up, Harry stares at it nervously, thinking about Hermione's suggestion. Yes, yes it would be easier to wait until the end of the year... but the train was just so shiny.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, shoving a piece of paper into his hand. Harry bolted forward and leaped in front of the train, where he was then thrown forward several feet, crushed under the tracks and squeezed into Potterade (which will be on sale at the next Quidditch World Cup).
Ron and Hermione stood with mouths agape, as with everyone else on the platform; except for Malfoy who was doubled over in laughter and had peed himself.
Ron unfolded the note in his palm:
"Goodbye, cruel world. I hate you so. But as for you Hermione, I love you with all my heart. If it weren't for the fact that you had to steal my thunder with the whole glasses-thang, I wouldn't have done this. –Harry"
"That's awful!" Hermione exclaimed. "Look what he wrote! He should know that noun in direct address is separated from the sentence with a comma!"
The end.
Or is it?...