Harry Potter and the surprisingly short finale
Disclaimer: harry potter isn't mine... something something something. What? Don't you like my song?
A/N just a random piece of harmless fun. Yes i know it's pants-that was intentional
It was the summer after his 6th year at Hogwarts and Harry Potter, once again, found himself at the Dursley's. This was quite a surprise to him since he had had no intention whatsoever of returning there this year, but in true 7th year fanfic tradition, well any seventh year fanfic that doesn't start with Bill and Fleur's wedding that is, he had to be there. He was, as he had last year, lying stretched out on the grass underneath the window, which looked into the living room. He wasn't listening to the news, nor was he, in fact, listening to anything. He was merely laying their thinking about what he was going to have to do this year but this, still, somehow managed to upset his uncle.
Grabbing him by the neck he yelled threatening "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOY? SPYING ON YOUR AUNT AND I, I SUPPOSE."
He really couldn't be bothered with this. "Yeah sure," he almost agreed and, wriggling free of his grip and turned to slip away. He got about 20 metres away, just about to the middle of the road opposite the Dursley's house. Here he was abruptly stopped by an oncoming bus. It was a quick and painless death for Harry, the deaths his friends and loved ones may have suffered afterwards may also have been, but it doesn't seem very likely. No one is really sure what happened in the next few months, but that's probably only because not many people were alive at the end of them to remember. This was probably also the reason no one ever bothered to question what that bus was doing in a cul de sac either.