52.
HARRY AND GOD

Harry opened his eyes, and found himself sitting next to...well, he couldn't quite see a face.

"Hello, Harry."

The voice seemed as big as the universe.

"Uh...hi. Listen-"

He looked around and saw nothing, just a void.

"Relax, this is a dream," said the figure next to him. Harry felt a feeling of such peace radiating from the figure. It

was a feeling he only encountered being around Dumbledore. But this wasn't Dumbledore.

"Who are you?"

"God," said God.

"You're God?"

"I am."

Harry frowned.

"What do you want, identfication?"

"No," Harry said. "It's my dream, so...welcome to my subconscious, I guess."

"Thank you, Harry."

"So what are you doing here?"

"Well, Harry, I'll be short and to the point and charge you with a holy crusade."

"A crusade? Me? But I'm already-"

"Yes, yes, don't worry about that. The crusade and the prophecy are one and the same."

"You want me to kill Voldemort?"

"That's it exactly."

"But...look, that's murder and I don't know how-"

"You hypocrite. You killed the Basilisk. You turned its brain to coleslaw with that sword, and you have a problem

killing Tom Riddle? They'll give you a bloody ticker-tape parade up and down Diagon Alley. Do you know how many

people he's murdered, how many families are forever rent because of him-"

"You're not God. I don't believe God would ask me to do anything like that. You're supposed to be loving and-"

God sighed.

"You aren't familiar with the Old Testament, are you?"

"Well-"

"Harry, I know you must be angry with me, for all the terrible things that have happened to you. But there are

wonderful things in store, I swear. Voldemort, Tom Riddle, must die. The wheels are already in motion."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out."

He began to disappear.

"Wait, I have more questions-" Harry said-

-and woke up on the couch, in the Simpsons' dark living room.

Hagrid was sleeping nearby. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were close, too. Dumbledore had actually

wrapped his arm around McGonagall's waist.

"I'm on a mission from God," Harry whispered.