"The world has changed." Whispered Dobby, our narraitor, "Dobby feels it in the Earth. Dobby feels it in the water. Dobby smells it in the air. For none now live, but Dobby, who remember it."
THE DEATH OF HENRY JAMES POTTER
"It began", continued Dobby as though a title card had not interupted him. "With the forging of the horcraxes. Three were given to Hogwarts posestions. Learnful. Wise. Traditional. Two were given to family airlooms. Ancient. Heritigeful. Of dark magic. One was given to his diary. Himself. Powerful thoughts. Filled with dark memories. One was given to a living snake. Viscious. Translatable. And above all else, to him, was trust worthy. All of these things thrived in power and secreasy. But they were all decieved. For another horocraxs was already made. In the land of the London undergrounds, in the fires of the other horocraxes, he forged (and had from the begining) a master horocraxs. One horocraxs to rule them all. One horocrax to find them. One horocrax to bring them all. And, in the darkness, bind them. In the land of the London undergrounds, where the shadows lie. For this horocrax, was himself."
Dobby took a sip of decaffinated tea, before continuing.
"Soon, darkness fell," Continued the House Elf with his prologg, "And all fell under the power of he who must not be named. But there were some... who resisted. A last allience of witchs and wizards marched against the coming darkness. And, on the sloops of Hogwarts, they fought."
Dobby turned the next page of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
"Victory was near. Victory for you-know-who. But the power of RAB... could not be undone."
Dobby put on colloge professor type glasses, and gestured to a screen which showed Dumbledore blowing everyone to smitteriens. He then turned it off, and took off his glasses.
"It was this time when Voldemort, son of Tom Riddle the 1st, took up his enemy's wand."
Dobby paused to make things more dramatic.
"Dumbledore, the enemy of free men, was defeated. Now, young Harry Potter, had a chance to rid the world of evil wizards for good. He looked closer on the body of the greatest foe known to his time. On Dumbledore's body lay, in scars, a map to the London Undergrounds. Using this map, he took a time turner he had gotten from the ministry along with polyjuice potion from Snape's empty office. He then ripped greasy hairs from the dead body of the wizard he hated the most. Severis Snape. He stuffed them into the potion and drank it, transforming into the one he hated so much. He then apperated into London to seek a part of the undergrounds that was secret.
THE FINAL CONCLUSION
Down below the skys of London, was the city of London. Down below the city of London, were the undergrounds of the city of London. This is where Harry now stood.
Harry looked at his body which now appeared as Severis Snape.
Harry hated Snape, he would have rather deguised himself as a cave troll who wasn't tolit trained.
He had gone one hour back in time. Then, had taken the polyjuice potion.
It had taken Harry most of his hour to find Voldemort's hideout.
It may not have taken so long, if Harry hadn't had to carry Dumbledore's body around.
He finally reached his hideout and threw Dumbledore's body into the sewer.
He walked up to the gate.
The gate looked like a water fall of green water.
Harry walked threw it.
He felt the water run threw his blood as though it were doing a DNA test.
His disguise appeared to work because, in a second, he had gotten threw.
He walked down the halls.
There was snake wall paper.
Tiles with pictures of Snakes.
Chairs that were snake shaped.
A bathroom door was ajar with a tolit shaped like the mouth of a snake in view.
He saw a jar of what looked like cooking grease labeld, "Snape's Shampoo".
"Eeew!" Said Harry. So that's why Snape's hair was so greasy. He probably thought it made him look attractive of something stupid like that.
He walked up to a door with a sign that said "Voldemort's Office".
Harry walked in.
It was empty.
Harry opened up a dwer.
Inside was Voldemort's wand.
"So this was when Voldemort left the seconed time..." Thought Harry. "He must be murdering Dumbledore right now."
He took out Voldemort's wand.
"Assio Phoenix feather." He said.
Perhaps it was because Harry's wand was Voldemort's wand's twin, but the phoenix feather actuely slid out of the wand.
He put the wand back in the drew, but kept the phoenix feather.
He sat in a chair opposite from Voldemort's office chair, holding his wand down in one hand, and the phoenix feather in the other.
It was dark in the office, but that way Voldemort may not realize what's happening untill it's too late.
There was a CRACK and Voldemort appeared, sitting in his chair.
He saw Harry, and at first gave a start, but calmed down.
"I would have thought you had died in the battle, Severis." He said.
"I am not that much of an idiot." Harry said. It was cool to have Allen Rickmond's voice.
"Glad to hear it. Dumbledore's dead, you know, I just killed him."
"That is excellent news." Said Harry with Snape's voice, "Now no one, not even Potter can stop us from taking over the world."
"He's unfortunity still alive!" Said Voldemort with a scowl. "But I will kill him soon."
"I could kill him for you, master." Said Harry.
"I know you'de love to." Said Voldemort, "But after you were sent to kill Dumbledore and mearly murdered a drunken house elf, I will take it apon myself."
"As you wish, Master. But I was not aware at the time the powerful RAB was really Dumbledore."
Voldemort's eyes flashed.
Harry wondered if Snape was supposed to even know now that RAB and Dumbledore were the same.
Voldemort seemed to be scanning Harry's head.
"I have wondered," Said Voldemort. "About where your loyalties truely lie, Severis"
"They lie with you, Master," Said Harry, "As they always have."
"I am not sure." Said Voldemort. "Now that Dumbledore is dead, it seems your plan would be to murder me to get your revenge."
Voldemort opened his dwer.
"So tell me," He said, "Why did you leave the battle and return here?"
"When I saw, master," Said Harry, "That Dumbledore was killing all of our wizards, I realized you would need as many assistants as possible. I left, knowing I was no match for Dumbledore in good health."
"And how were you aware of RAB's identity?" Voldemort asked, placing his hand in the dwer.
"I heard Dumbledore reveal it to Potter, as though thinking he could help defeat you!"
"Dumbledore would have spoken after he had wiped out all of my wizards!" Said Voldemort, his voice getting higher than usuel as he gripped his wand, "Which is after you claim to have left! Severis Snape, you are a lyer and a traitor and you will die for it!"
He pulled his wand out of the dwer, pointed it at Harry and belowed "AVATA KADAVRA!"
Nothing happened.
Harry lifted the phoenix feather up to Voldemort's view.
"I know where you keep your wand." He said.
"Really?" Said Voldemort, leening back, but still looking frightened. "Do you know that Dumbledore sent me an owl revealing the fact that I was the only one who could kill Harry Potter? He told me it, just wishing it would speed up me fighting him, vause speeding up Harry Potter killing me."
"Potter is of no threat." Said Snape. "With mind controll, I could easily push him into joining me."
"Well, something else you seem to have forgotten," Said Voldemort, leening forward. "Is that Harry Potter is the only one who can kill me! He is the chosen one!"
"Something you seem to have forgotten," Said Harry, cooly. "Is that I may be the chosen one."
"I'm afraid," Said Voldemort, "If you were really the chosen one, you would have to be Ha-"
Harry lifted his wand, thought "Avata Kadavra!" and a jet of green light hit Voldemort in the heart, for he had none. He fell out of his chair, dead.
"Yes," said Harry, "Considerably."
A lightning bolt scar formed on Harry's face as he lifted his wand with both hands, looking cool.
All the color seemed to be flowing back into Harry's life.
He had done it. It was all over. It was finished. He felt terribly... lonely.
"Lonely." Sang Harry, to the empty office, "You've reached the residince of Mr. Lonely. I have nobody. I'm on my on! Oh, ooooooh-oh-oh!"
He looked at his time turner and remebered what was written under the Huffolpuff cup:
"U can save her"
It had actuelly been "U can save them", but Harry thought his new version worked better.
Perhaps he could save Hermione from dying, if he tried.
He would just have to go one hour back again, apperate back at Hogwarts, and kill Greyback by surprise.
He still had some poly juice potion he had taken from the potions caboard and he still had some of Snape's greasy hair. No one would notice two Snapes in the giant battle. And that way Grey back couldn't see it coming.
He took out the remaining poly juice potion, placed a few strans of Snape's greasy hair in it, and downed the drink.
"Yuck!" He said. It was disgusting to drink something with Snape's hair in it once, let alone twice. But his voice had turned back into Allen Rickmonds's half way threw the word.
He was Snape, again.
He turned his time turner back one notch and felt himself wizzing back in time.
The office was empty. Voldemort's body had vanished, and it looked a bit brighter with moonshine.
He thought of Hogwarts and found himself there, in the woods.
The battle was already in full swing.
He saw two goblins ingaged in some sort of coin gun showdown. He saw a warewolf killing everything in it's path, no matter what side, along with two Hipogrigths who were doing some sort of dance.
Harry was far too close to the battle.
He began to sneak further threw the woods, planning to wait untill the time to save Hermione came.
Harry paused. There was something familar about all of this.
Harry heard a distand voice shout "Avata Kadavra!" and heard a woosh of wind and was struck by a green light and was lauched back, crashing into the woods, dead.
Since Voldemort had placed some of himself in Harry, Harry had the ability to be his own danger.
Harry was dead. Because, this time, the death curse left no scar.
"And that, readers." Said Dobby, taking his bed time stocking off his ear in respect, "Is how Henery James Potter met his death."
His eyes filled with tears.
"After all Dobby did to save Harry Potter, he still died in the end!"
He began hitting himself with the story book titled "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows".
"Bad Dobby!" He shouted. "Bad Dobby!"