Once again, I do not own Harry Potter. Also, I don't own this story. This
was written by a friend of mine.
Like all fics in Short Shots, this one is up for adoption. She asks that you only add to the end of it, and not re-write her material. (As for the ones by me, you may do as you please)
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Alternate Ending for Book Five By mgd
With a final cry of "He's not dead!" Harry broke free from Remus' grip- before anyone could react, he dived in into the veil after Sirius. The last thing he saw were the shocked faces, before the darkness swallowed him up upon entrance of the veil. As soon as he realized that this all consuming darkness was what was inside of the veil, he started shouting for Sirius. He wanted to find something familiar in here. Something he knew. The darkness scarred him. It was almost as if he were back in his cupboard under the stairs. And he never wanted to go back to that.
He remembered the times of loneliness under there. Wishing that someone would come to save him, yet no one would come. Crying himself to sleep, yet being ever so careful not to make a sound, so as not to wake anyone up. Silently he shook his head, trying to dispel the memories. No, he deffinatly didn't want to go back there.
He decided to look around. Hoping to at least find a signal of where his godfather had gone. The only thing he found was a light off in one direction. He assummed that Sirius would have followed it, so he did too.
Soon after he had started walking towards the light he became tired. And this feeling intensified with each step he took. But he did not let himself be put down. He had come this far is search for his godfather, and he would continue. He vowed then and there not to rest until he had found Sirius.
Soon this vow was the only thing keeping him on his feet. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for eternity, but he couldn't break his vow. He would rest after he got Sirius out. Every now and then he would call Sirius' name, but still got no answer. If only Remus had let him go sooner. Okay, so Remus hadn't actually let him go at all, but that thought never accurred to Harry's weary mind.
Finally he reached the light. It was so bright to his eyes that he had to cover them as not to be blinded by it. Because his main focus the blinding light, it took him a bit to realize that he wasn't tired anymore. The light finally seemed to recide. And he realized that it had only been blinding, because his eyes had grown used to the dark.
Now he could finally take in the site of the room. It consisted of blue crystals, that seemed to glow with an inner light. On the opposite side there were to corridors leading out, which were envelopped by darkness again. But what really caught his eye was the big thrown in between them. It too was made entirely of crystal, but it was what sat upon it that stole Harry's breath away and left him slack-jawed. For upon that throne, sat what Harry could only identify as a god. At first sight, he looked like a normal old wise man, other than the fact that he was much bigger than any human to have ever walked the eath. But once you looked closer you could see it in his eyes and stature that this wasn't any ordinary person. His eyes held vast knowledge of those that have seen the world be created, and have watched it's evolution while only reaching in when it was necissary. But this he would do under different disguises, which had led to the different religeons. He now regretted that, because of all the battles between the religeons, each saying that theirs was the true one. And yet, there was a spark of humor in them, which sparkled then. But the man's aura also portrayed other things. It was pure white, calm and mighty.
Harry couldn't help himself, he bowed down before this mighty being. Suddenly God spoke in a loud booming voice, "Rise, Harry James Potter." He obeyed. "I'm surprised at how well you did on the tests I layed out. If you had gone to sleep, you would have died. Even as it is now, you'll probably have to be under the loving care of Madam Pomfrey for a while." God's eyes twinkled merrily, knowing perfectly well how much Harry hated being in the hospital wing. "Now, I believe you were looking for someone?"
"Yes sir, my godfather."
God chuckled. "No need to call me 'sir', son. But I regret to tell you," Harry stopped breathing for a moment, "that you will not be able to leave with only your godfather." Harry began breathing again in relief. "No, you'll leave with him, your parents and your old comrade Cedric Diggory."
Harry ghasped. Never would he have thought this was possible. Not only would he be able to return with Sirius, but with the others he cared for as well! He found himself completely lacking the abillity to thank God, so extatic was he. He only awoke from the stupor he was put into at that comment, when they came out at God's order. Each hugged him in turn. And he found tears come unbidden to his eyes. He had thought never to see three of these people again, yet here they were standing in front of him.
God continued speaking, " However, they're dead, and have no life energy of their own. If you want them, then you'll have to let them live off of yours too. But, you'll need them for the war. There is no way you'll be able to win without them being present. And finally, the last gift I shall bestow on you in my blessing." At this a similar glow to that of the crystals enveloped Harry, and one of the crystals rose out of the ground in form of a sword. God was obviously also puzzled at this. But he explained what it was. "Obviously the holy sword -I never did get around to giving it a better name- wants to join you too. And who am I to say no to it? Bear it well."
It sped towards Harry, and when in his hands, turned into metal, and had a shieth around it. Harry latched it onto his back, not really knowing what else to do with it, because it was too long to rest at his hip. Then he finally found the words to put to his thoughts, "Thank you so much, lord! If there was but something I could do in return!"
"There is something, my son. Stop that bastard Voldemort from killing the rest of my children! My blessing gives you the power to get past the immortality spells he cast on himself but doing so will also forge a connection between you and Voldemort. This means that you will die when he does. And with you, everyone living off your life energy. I'm sorry, but it can not be helped. Use the gifts I bestowed on your wisely, my child. I'll see you again soon."
Harry knew that this meant the world's only chance for defeting Voldemort. So, he swallowed his fear and swore a pledge, "I swear I shall defeat him! Till then, good-bye!"
"Good-bye, my child. Good luck on your quest." And with that God transported them back outside the veil, while sadly thinking about how short his child's life would end up being.
THE END
Foot Note: Yes, this is the end for me, but I invite you to write a sequel. Just tell me, so that I can read it. ^-^
Like all fics in Short Shots, this one is up for adoption. She asks that you only add to the end of it, and not re-write her material. (As for the ones by me, you may do as you please)
Just E-mail me and I'll send the info to the author. We both want to read it.
Alternate Ending for Book Five By mgd
With a final cry of "He's not dead!" Harry broke free from Remus' grip- before anyone could react, he dived in into the veil after Sirius. The last thing he saw were the shocked faces, before the darkness swallowed him up upon entrance of the veil. As soon as he realized that this all consuming darkness was what was inside of the veil, he started shouting for Sirius. He wanted to find something familiar in here. Something he knew. The darkness scarred him. It was almost as if he were back in his cupboard under the stairs. And he never wanted to go back to that.
He remembered the times of loneliness under there. Wishing that someone would come to save him, yet no one would come. Crying himself to sleep, yet being ever so careful not to make a sound, so as not to wake anyone up. Silently he shook his head, trying to dispel the memories. No, he deffinatly didn't want to go back there.
He decided to look around. Hoping to at least find a signal of where his godfather had gone. The only thing he found was a light off in one direction. He assummed that Sirius would have followed it, so he did too.
Soon after he had started walking towards the light he became tired. And this feeling intensified with each step he took. But he did not let himself be put down. He had come this far is search for his godfather, and he would continue. He vowed then and there not to rest until he had found Sirius.
Soon this vow was the only thing keeping him on his feet. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for eternity, but he couldn't break his vow. He would rest after he got Sirius out. Every now and then he would call Sirius' name, but still got no answer. If only Remus had let him go sooner. Okay, so Remus hadn't actually let him go at all, but that thought never accurred to Harry's weary mind.
Finally he reached the light. It was so bright to his eyes that he had to cover them as not to be blinded by it. Because his main focus the blinding light, it took him a bit to realize that he wasn't tired anymore. The light finally seemed to recide. And he realized that it had only been blinding, because his eyes had grown used to the dark.
Now he could finally take in the site of the room. It consisted of blue crystals, that seemed to glow with an inner light. On the opposite side there were to corridors leading out, which were envelopped by darkness again. But what really caught his eye was the big thrown in between them. It too was made entirely of crystal, but it was what sat upon it that stole Harry's breath away and left him slack-jawed. For upon that throne, sat what Harry could only identify as a god. At first sight, he looked like a normal old wise man, other than the fact that he was much bigger than any human to have ever walked the eath. But once you looked closer you could see it in his eyes and stature that this wasn't any ordinary person. His eyes held vast knowledge of those that have seen the world be created, and have watched it's evolution while only reaching in when it was necissary. But this he would do under different disguises, which had led to the different religeons. He now regretted that, because of all the battles between the religeons, each saying that theirs was the true one. And yet, there was a spark of humor in them, which sparkled then. But the man's aura also portrayed other things. It was pure white, calm and mighty.
Harry couldn't help himself, he bowed down before this mighty being. Suddenly God spoke in a loud booming voice, "Rise, Harry James Potter." He obeyed. "I'm surprised at how well you did on the tests I layed out. If you had gone to sleep, you would have died. Even as it is now, you'll probably have to be under the loving care of Madam Pomfrey for a while." God's eyes twinkled merrily, knowing perfectly well how much Harry hated being in the hospital wing. "Now, I believe you were looking for someone?"
"Yes sir, my godfather."
God chuckled. "No need to call me 'sir', son. But I regret to tell you," Harry stopped breathing for a moment, "that you will not be able to leave with only your godfather." Harry began breathing again in relief. "No, you'll leave with him, your parents and your old comrade Cedric Diggory."
Harry ghasped. Never would he have thought this was possible. Not only would he be able to return with Sirius, but with the others he cared for as well! He found himself completely lacking the abillity to thank God, so extatic was he. He only awoke from the stupor he was put into at that comment, when they came out at God's order. Each hugged him in turn. And he found tears come unbidden to his eyes. He had thought never to see three of these people again, yet here they were standing in front of him.
God continued speaking, " However, they're dead, and have no life energy of their own. If you want them, then you'll have to let them live off of yours too. But, you'll need them for the war. There is no way you'll be able to win without them being present. And finally, the last gift I shall bestow on you in my blessing." At this a similar glow to that of the crystals enveloped Harry, and one of the crystals rose out of the ground in form of a sword. God was obviously also puzzled at this. But he explained what it was. "Obviously the holy sword -I never did get around to giving it a better name- wants to join you too. And who am I to say no to it? Bear it well."
It sped towards Harry, and when in his hands, turned into metal, and had a shieth around it. Harry latched it onto his back, not really knowing what else to do with it, because it was too long to rest at his hip. Then he finally found the words to put to his thoughts, "Thank you so much, lord! If there was but something I could do in return!"
"There is something, my son. Stop that bastard Voldemort from killing the rest of my children! My blessing gives you the power to get past the immortality spells he cast on himself but doing so will also forge a connection between you and Voldemort. This means that you will die when he does. And with you, everyone living off your life energy. I'm sorry, but it can not be helped. Use the gifts I bestowed on your wisely, my child. I'll see you again soon."
Harry knew that this meant the world's only chance for defeting Voldemort. So, he swallowed his fear and swore a pledge, "I swear I shall defeat him! Till then, good-bye!"
"Good-bye, my child. Good luck on your quest." And with that God transported them back outside the veil, while sadly thinking about how short his child's life would end up being.
THE END
Foot Note: Yes, this is the end for me, but I invite you to write a sequel. Just tell me, so that I can read it. ^-^