Rocks Fall, Everyone Dies
Phoenix Hawk, Chapter 17
Disclaimer: I make no claim to any kind of ownership of anything recognizable in this story that is part of the original Harry Potter series of books/movies. Those portions completely and wholly belong to JKR and a host of other individuals and companies. This story is a transformative work, and I make no money from it.
Warnings: Ya woke the dragon. But seriously, airplane disaster, and character death. This is not a happy ending.
As the plane turned towards its landing at Edinburgh Airport, trouble struck the hapless jet.
The pilot and co-pilot were busy with the tasks involved with bringing the jet to a safe stop, and only a single proximity detector wailed any kind of warning for the invisible force that was sucked into the left hand engine.
The engine caught fire, blades bent and blackening, before shutting down.
Now scrambling, the pilots radioed there was an issue, and they tried to save the plane.
The pilot, a veteran of 20 years in a cockpit, turned the plane towards the Firth of Forth and tried to get the jet angled in such a way as to make a gentle water landing.
The passenger compartment was awash in fear as all aboard tried to scream over one another in attempting to get Harry's attention.
Harry bellowed, "Silence!" and received it from the frightened group of scientists. "There can be no casting of magic, or they won't be able to do their jobs. Now is a good time to..."
He never finished.
News reports that night covered the incidence of a small commuter jet that crashed into the estuary* after an engine failure. Cockpit recordings showed the pilots had done all they could to safely bring the craft down, but a sudden explosion broke the jet into pieces and flung those pieces into the depths. Reports were reserved when it came to whether there would be any kind of recovery, but officials were optimistic they'd find the onboard data recorder.
In London, Gringotts Bank was immediately alerted of the loss of one of their best customers.
The accounts manager, Fangaxe, realized what had happened when an old, verdigris brass key appeared on his desk. Instantly recognizing the small stamp of a griffin on the bow, Fangaxe reached for parchment, beginning the process of executing the customer's last will and testament.
A week later, the news broke of the loss of the wizarding world's most recent heroes, Harry James Potter, and Hermione Jane Granger.
*AN: Estuary - it's what the Firth of Forth is, the Forth being the river near Edinburgh.
Okay, look. This story is now over. There's this thing called constructive criticism, and y'all ain't proficient at it. I know, this sounds like I'm flouncing off. Well, in a way, I am. I have fought with myself over this story since the first chapter dropped. And reviews haven't helped any. Out of all 20 odd stories, this is the one that by far gets the most negative reviews. I've never received a flame, thank heavens (though I might get some now, but I'll just delete them).
Ya see, This story was mine, and I was sharing it because I thought people would enjoy it. Seems I was wrong. So, this is the end. And I doubt I'll write in the HP verse ever again, especially on this site.
May peace be yours.