Bullets and pieces of wood and concrete were flying everywhere. Terrorist were goaded by the lack of returning gunfire and charged. In that moment Harry and Ron popped out of their cover and attacked. Harry was prepared to deflect any enemy fire but their attack was so swift that there was no need.
Terrorist took cover again and Harry and Ron ran to JKR and guys from WB. Ron emptied the rest of his magazine in covering fire and reloaded.
"Any ideas?" shouted Harry.
"Yep! Let's save ourselves and leave everybody else to die!" responded Ron.
"How could you do such a thing! This is all your fault! We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you!" cried one of the WB guys.
"Do you need to hear more?" asked Ron.
"Nope. Let's go." replied Harry.
Another WB guy reprimanded the first one and told him to shut up.
"Wait! You can't leave us here." pleaded JKR.
"Why not? I'm not like the Harry you created and who risked and in the end even sacrificed his life for a society of arrogant and ungrateful wizards who made a hell from his life. Why should I bleed for you when your deaths can solve everything. No more films and everybody will talk about your deaths instead of writing stupid fanfictions!"
After saying those words, Harry and Ron sent several bullets to terrorists who again covered.
"Please. Just get us out of here. We promise not to cause you trouble anymore!" cried one of the WB guys.
"So you are giving in to our demands?" asked Ron.
"Do you seriously want to discuss the cause now?" asked another WB guy.
"Yes!" shouted Ron. "We want a final word in every remaining film. And you have nothing more than our word that we won't make you to remake the already made and yet unreleased film from a scratch."
One of the WB lawyers heard that and cried, "But even a mere altering of the upcoming movie will cost a lot of money. Who is going to pay that, huh?"
"OK, OK, I'll pay it since it's all my fault anyway!" yelled JKR.
"Now that's the word!" said Ron.
"However, should you later decide to forget about your promise... Well, you don't want to find out." added Harry.
Both of them then moved to their actors.
"Hey, guys. We need a bit of your help." said Harry.
"From us?" asked Ron's actor.
"Yep. Do you remember our demand not to remove your clothes in public? Well, this is your last opportunity to indulge yourselves. We are going to do that trick from the Lethal Weapon 4."
"What?"
"Just strip to boxers and distract them!"
"But they are going to shoot us!"
"No, they won't. We'll shoot them first."
The actors still didn't want to do that so Harry aimed at them and threatened, "Do it or I'll shoot you myself!"
His actor paled and instead of replying "Then shoot me!" started to unbutton his shirt. Harry and Ron prepared.
The terrorist were showering the hall with lead. Then they stopped for a moment and Tom shouted, "Give up! You can't survive this!"
Suddenly, Harry's and Ron's actors left their covers. They were clad only in their boxers and were trying to impersonate ducks. The terrorists' eyes went wide open and every one of them thought, "Oh my! Harry's and Ron's actors only in their boxers. Nobody is going to believe me this!"
Harry and Ron used the distraction and commenced their assault. They emerged from the cover and opened fire while running towards the terrorists. The terrorist were being shot dead before they could aim and those who managed to shoot at Harry or Ron either missed or Harry deflected their bullets.
When they got near, Harry used his telekinesis to pry an SMG from one of the terrorists and it went flying to Ron who caught it in his other hand. Harry then shot his last bullet in the magazine and his gun remained in the extended position while the empty magazine fell on the floor. With a lightning speed, he inserted another magazine and the slider slid back and drew a new bullet in the bullet chamber in doing so.
Tom and Paul saw that the fight was lost and so, while their comrades were dying, they started to retreat, covering themselves with fire.
They ducked behind a corner and Paul asked, "What a hell was that?"
"No idea. Let's beat it!" replied Tom.
They wanted to take the stairs down but were met with a gunfire from the security guards who in the meantime slaughtered the anti-HP terrorists on the ground floor. And so, they went upstairs instead. Harry and Ron went after them and chased them all they up to the roof.
When Tom and Paul reached the roof, they separated. Ron went after Paul who was shooting at him from a rifle. Then Ron hit him in his shoulder and Paul staggered and dropped the rifle. Paul then started to run away from Ron and took a sidearm in his uninjured arm. He was near the edge of the roof when Ron caught him. Paul turned to him and wanted to shoot but Ron was faster and made a few holes in his chest. Paul then lurched towards the edge.
"Please, fall over the edge, fall over the edge. It's so cool when they fall over the edge." pleaded Ron silently but it wasn't to be. Paul just fell on the roof's surface, only a few centimetres from it's edge. Ron looked around and when he saw nobody looking, he kicked the corpse down.
In the meantime, Tom had far greater ideas then merely his survival. He hid behind a ventilation chimney and opened his palmtop. Then he quickly started to type.
Originally, Tom wanted to type that after his planned victory but now he had to post at least something. In less than a minute he was finished and was only one click from publishing his text when he was hit by a bullet.
"Get away from it!" shouted Harry but there was no need - Tom was bleeding heavily. Harry kicked Tom's gun away and then looked at the palm top.
"What is this? A detonating interface of a bomb you planted here?" asked Harry. Then his face paled with anger. The text on the screen depicted a story in which Voldemort defeated his opposition and captured Harry and Ron. Then he... dominated them and kept doing so until they both fell madly in love with him. The rest of the documents on the hard-drive was similar in nature, always with Voldemort as the main character.
"You son of a...! You are a slash writer!" bellowed Harry and emptied the rest of his magazine in the whimpering terrorist.
***
And that was it. The lawsuit ended by an amicable settlement.
The terrorist attack of course went public shortly after it ended. Harry, Kingsley and others agreed that it would be better if nobody knew that those terrorist were anti-HP extremists. Hence, they made JKR to make a public announcement and dictated its contents.
JKR told press that she and guys from WB and some actors had had a meeting on which they had discussed the situation with obscene fan-fictions. During that meeting, they had been allegedly attacked by a group which had been fascinated by Voldemort and Death Eaters. She also said that people shouldn't take her books so seriously and hinted that the content of next movies will differ from books.
Harry's and Ron's actors underwent a military training but it was a far cry from a real thing. They only visited the military base where the drills were being held and after each "lesson" went back home. And it was all paid by tax payers.
Harry, Ron and the advisers they hired started to modify the yet unreleased film. They had no clue what they were doing but WB had no choice but to grate their teeth.
***
"Finished. It's finished." said Ron exuberantly. "All the data are processed, filtered and categorized. The AI supplied by Hermione plotted the fastest possible path. We can go after them now."
It was shortly before the release of the first film they worked on. Harry looked at the screen of Ron's notebook and smiled.
"OK, let's go. A privet military jet is waiting." he said.
Not too much later, Harry and Ron knocked on a door of a house. A business like looking gentleman opened.
"Good afternoon Mr. Smith." said Harry and smiled. "We are from the Fan-fiction Awards Institute. Do you write under a pseudonym Passionist?"
Mr. Smith blinked a few times and then looked behind him. His wife and two children were having a lunch not far from him.
"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked. Then they walked to the backyard.
"Have you written a story More then friends, more then brothers about Harry and Ron?" asked Ron.
"Well yes, that was me." answered Mr. Smith sheepishly.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Then both at the same time, they punched him in his face. Mr. Smith was on the ground in a matter of seconds and the only reason why he was still conscious was because Harry and Ron held back (to prolong his suffering).
"This will teach you to write slash you sick!" shouted Ron while he was jumping on his ribs.
Later, Harry and Ron knocked on yet another door. This time, a twelve years old boy opened.
Harry and Ron again looked at each other and the parents of the boy found him later tied to a chair, with all his slash documents opened on the screen.
Another day, a seventeen year old girl opened. Harry and Ron looked at each other, hesitation in their eyes. That was something that wasn't in their plan.
"Good morning. Is your fan-fiction pseudonym Popsicle?"
"Yeah." said the girl.
"Have you written a slash story Black, Red and Blond about Harry, Ron and Draco?" asked Harry.
"Yeah."
Ron raised his fist. It was shaking. Then he resigned, he couldn't do it.
Harry then asked, "Now, what would your parents say about this?"
"Dad isn't living with us and mom is OK with it since she hates men since dad left."
"But it's sick! Why are you writing that stuff?" exclaimed Ron.
"Because it makes me so..."
"No, no, no! I don't want to hear it!" shouted Ron and covered his ears.
"And I'm letting my boyfriend to read it too and it too makes him..."
"No! I'm not listening!" yelled Ron.
"Wait a minute!" cut Harry in. "Where can we find your boyfriend miss?"
The girl gave them an address and soon, there was yet another heavy beating going on.
***
The modified HP film raised some questions and reviewers wrote that the film could have been better without those modifications.
At the time, Harry and Ron were already working on the last film and they were building it from a scratch. It contained super-mega-ultra tough Harry and Ron who were characterized as symbols of masculinity and anti-homosexuality. The film strongly condemned Dumbledore's orientation. Also, Harry shot Draco for making a homosexual remark and Ron shot Crabbe and Goyle for disguising as girls in the previous film.
And then it all went to cinemas and the first reviews came. Harry, Ron, their wives and few other people were sitting at a porch of one of the houses in the Psi-Ops base.
"So let's take a look at it." said Ron and opened a newspaper. There was a big headline: "The last Harry Potter film is a chaser!"
Everybody laughed and Harry said, "Ha! I bet they are now preparing a lawsuit against us."
"I bet. Too bad that they can't suit us since we don't officially exist." added Ron.
As they laughed, Ron turned to another page. When he saw it, he banged his fist on the table and loudly cursed.
"What's the matter?" asked Ginny.
Ron showed them the headline. It stated: "Ron's actor is engaged with Ginny's actress and Harry's actor is engaged with Hermione's actress!"
Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione started cursing their actors while everybody else laughed. Ginny and Hermione immediately gazed those laughers down.
"They did it on purpose! They did it on purpose!" yelled Ron.
"We won't let this happen! We shall sue them again!" added Harry.
"I'm afraid that's impossible." stated Kingsley and when the others looked at him, he continued, "They are merely doing what you demanded from them. You can't sue them for that. And there are no relations between them that would make their engagements taboo."
A few weeks later, newspaper printed an article which said that the engagements were off and that the whole thing was probably a joke. However, it didn't stop an avalanche of Harry-Hermione and Ron-Ginny fan-fictions. Luckily, nobody at the base dared to remind the four about that since Ginny wouldn't support any jokes this time and nobody wanted to face her wrath.
After the things calmed down, Harry and Ginny sat in their living room one evening. The kids were already asleep and the couple was drinking some wine.
"You know, there was this thing that I noticed in those books." said Ginny.
"Huh?" asked Harry.
"It's written there that we are supposed to have three kids. And we have only two."
"Well, yeah..." replied Harry and rubbed his scar.