Chapter 47: Alternate End Final Part
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. IT BELONGS TO JK ROWLING.
A/N: Read, enjoy, and remember not to take either life or my writing too seriously.
Okay, this ending sounded funny when I thought of it, but now that I've written it, not so much. But I'm posting it anyway because there are a couple of funny moments.
Now several of the Death Eaters were looking between him and his father's tombstone strangely.
"Potter?" Questioned one of the Death Eaters, who Riddle knew was Theodore Nott Sr.
"Of course, Potter. My long time..." Voldemort's voice trailed off as he had turned to looked at the boy he had triumphed over and found himself looking at a gangly, redheaded boy tied to the tombstone where Harry Potter had been.
He walked closer to him and noticed the blood that was seeping from a cut on the boy's arm.
A scream of rage filled the graveyard and ten Death Eaters were dead and the rest were cowering for their lives before the Maniacal Snake-Faced Dark Lord bled off his anger.
As he stomped between graves trying to figure out what had gone wrong, several cracks could be heard as Aurors started appearing because of the magical discharge in a muggle graveyard.
Shacklebolt was leading the team of ten Aurors. He was instantly on alert when he apparated into the Muggle area when he saw at least a dozen Death Eaters rushing him, behind them, bodies of black robed individuals were scattered across the ground.
But confusion overcame his whole team when the Death Eaters threw their wands at the Aurors and hid behind the magical policemen.
"He's CRAZY!" One of the silver masked people exclaimed as he pointed to the resurrected Dark Lord. "Save us!"
Voldemort knew he had to leave. Even he could not stand up to ten Aurors. With a turn he was gone.
While the Aurors were busy trying to question the Death Eaters and getting Ron Weasley freed from his captivity, a short balding man came wandering into the graveyard.
He had a bag under his arm and wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him until he was poked by no less than six wands. As he looked into the face of several Aurors, he swallowed nervously and held up the bag. "Anyone hungry?"
The large snake they found slithering in the graveyard was captured and killed. No one could explain why a loud scream escaped from the dead reptile.
Confusion rang throughout the magical world as the reports flowed out from the Aurors' office.
The confessions of Peter Pettigrew led to even more confusion as he swore it was Harry Potter in the graveyard. Finally, someone stumbled upon the possibility of Polyjuice potion.
With Wormtail's story about Crouch Jr and with several people remembering seeing Moody Chasing after Potter the night it all happened, Moody's office was searched and the almost dead old Auror was found alive, though covered in his own bodily waste.
Pettigrew's confession also led to all charges being dropped against Sirius Black, who immediately got custody of Harry Potter per the Potters' will.
Harry, of course, told every interviewer that he was nowhere near a graveyard and had left the pitch to spend time with his girlfriend studying, though what they studied remained secret.
The Healers of St. Mungo's finally managed to bring Ron Weasley around several days later. Since the Ministry wasn't releasing any details about that night, Ron embellished the facts a very small amount.
He claimed it was he who had killed the ten Death Eaters in a desperate struggle for freedom. He'd only been subdued when Voldemort had gotten lucky with a binding charm When Ron had had his back turned finishing off the last two Death Eaters.
He became a national celebrity. His picture was plastered on every newspaper and periodical printed in the weeks to follow. As the weeks went on and no on refuted his story, it got larger and larger. He described over one hundred Death Eaters in the initial battle but most had fled when he'd went on a rampage.
The Flying Arrow Broom company was set to sign him to the largest endorsement contract ever when Rita Skeeter got her hands on the Auror reports and descriptions of Pettigrew's, and the other Death Eaters' who were now in Azkaban, memories. She smiled as she thought of the contract signing that was to occur the next day.
The entire executive board of the Flying Arrow Broom Company was arranged around the large table in the middle of the Chudley Cannons' Quidditch pitch. The stadium was filled with people wanting to lay eyes on the Hero of the Graveyard.
Ronald Weasley was dressed in brand new robes as he sat in the middle of the table surrounded by a large contract. His eyes were glazed over as he kept looking at the number of zeros in the line that described the value of the contract and expected residuals.
"Before you begin." Rita spoke up once the introductions had been made. "Can we ask Mister Weasley a few questions?'
"Oh certainly," The chief executive said as he wanted to stretch the glorious moment for his company out as long as he could.
The smile that passed over Rita's lips would have curdled milk. "Mister Weasley, how did you end up in the graveyard to begin with?"
The investigators had told Ron that Crouch Jr. had portkeyed him there.
"It was that bogus Moody." Ron said. "I knew it all along, of course, but I played along. Once I got to the graveyard, I was ready."
"And that's when the fight started?"
"Yeah, I was surrounded by You-Know-Who and all of his Death Eaters... hundreds of them." Ron exclaimed.
"And how many times did you faint?"
"Four I... uh, I didn't faint." Ron suddenly looked nervous. "No, that was You-Know-Who that fainted... Yeah, once I'd killed two of his Death Eaters." He grabbed a goblet of water and chugged it down.
Rita watched with glee on her face. She'd paid one of the people responsible for setting the table up to lace his water with Veritaserum. Her initial question had just been to make him nervous enough to drink. She paused as she looked around at her co-writers.
When they saw the well-known gleam appear in her eyes, they all straightened up and paid closer attention. As Rita glanced back at the table she saw the glossy eyed look appear on the Hero's face. She smiled and moved in for the kill.
"How many Death Eaters did you kill?"
"I didn't kill any of them." Ron answered in a dull voice. The table of executives suddenly quieted from the congratulatory whispers and the stadium grew deathly quiet.
"None?" Rita said. "And you fainted how many times?"
"Four, I think, but I don't remember, I'm not sure if I ever was conscious long enough to faint again."
"Did you attack any Death Eaters?"
"I never saw any Death Eaters, it was only Pettigrew and a really, really ugly baby who was You-Know-Who."
The rest of the reporters joined in then and the slaughter was on. To add insult to injury, as he slunk off the stage in total humiliation, he brushed up against a table and a spider crawled onto his hand. The pictures of the resulting panic dance were in the leading story of the Prophet the next day.
Ronald Weasley was famous from that day forward. His name was forever branded into the magical society. To be called a Ron Weasley was often the precursor to duels to the death from the insult.
Ron had snubbed Harry and Hermione when he thought he was finally going to be rich and famous with the endorsement contract. So when he returned to Hogwarts the next year, they avoided him.
Without Hermione's help, and by not studying at all during his fourth year, he didn't manage a single OWL. His wand was snapped and he was forced from the magical world. He ended up working as an errand boy for his squib accounting relative.
A month after Voldemort returned, Amelia Bones was discussing the latest crime spree with Rufus Scrimgeour her head of Aurors. "What do you make of this?" She asked.
"Thirty-seven different muggle fast food places hit over the last month. Killing curses dispatched all of the people there and all of the food and money taken."
"Strange." Scrimgeour replied. "But we also have this issue with the murders in the Quidditch League. The pattern is obvious. All of the players of the last three teams to beat the Chudley Cannons have ended up dead."
"No leads?"
"Several things point to You-Know-Who, but why would he be doing it?"
"I don't know, but we better call off the Quidditch season."
"I'll let the sports department know."
When Scrimgeour had departed, Amelia sat back in her chair and tried to make sense of everything. If this was the work of Voldemort as all the evidence seemed to indicate, then what was he doing?
In his lair, Voldemort was beside himself. As he gnawed on another chicken leg from a place called KFC while staring at a chessboard, he finally lost control of his temper.
'I am the greatest Dark Lord in history and I'm reduced to this? I can't stop thinking about food, chess or Quidditch! I don't even like chess or Quidditch!' He stopped his mental rant as he moved one of the chess pieces on the board and picked up another chicken leg.
As he finally cornered and checkmated himself, a plan came to mind. 'I can kill myself so I can be resurrected with the right blood.' He pulled out his wand to perform the deed when, as his eyes looked at the checkmated King, a better plan formed.
'No... I'll have Dumbledore kill me. That way, when I arise again, no one will believe he can protect them.'
The Dark Lord's fingers drummed on his chair as he analyzed his plan. He didn't even realize he'd opened another bag and pulled out a piece of breaded fish from some restaurant owned by Captain Long John Silver. 'What if Dumbledore knows about my... this fish is pretty good... my horcruxes?"
Harry and Hermione had spent an enjoyable summer vacation together and they were scheduled to go back to school in a couple of days. One of the last things they were to do was to go to the old Black ancestral home. With Dobby's and Winky's help they quickly subdued the crazy elf in the house and started cleaning it. When Dobby picked up a gold locket, he got a strange look on his face.
"Bad magic." Dobby said. "This locket is filled with bad magic."
"What kind?" Harry asked.
"Dobby doesn't know, but Dobby's felt it before." The elf started thinking and then snapped his fingers and was gone. He was back within five minutes and he had a silver tiara in his hand.
"This has the same type of magic."
Hermione took the diadem from Dobby and started looking at it. She, too, felt an uneasiness about it. She then noticed the inscription. "WIT BEYOND MEASURE IS MAN'S GREATEST TREASURE." She turned to Harry. "That's Ravenclaw's motto," she said.
"Let's take these to Dumbledore and see what he makes of them," Sirius suggested.
"We'll be there in a couple of days." Hermione suggested.
"I don't want to hang onto these that long." Harry replied. "Let's get Dobby and Winky to take us."
"Okay." Hermione agreed. They put the two items in a bag and, within seconds, were standing in the Great Hall. As they started toward Dumbledore's office, Harry turned to his girlfriend.
"It's been a while, what about we go to the Room of Requirements and..."
"Now I know why you didn't want to wait two more days." Hermione replied with an amused smirk, but it had been a while and she really did enjoy spending those moments... err... hours in Harry's bed. It wasn't long before they were in the Room of Requirements in bed.
A very large man walked slowly up the road from Hogsmeade, pulling chocolates from his pocket and stuffing them into his mouth. Back in Hogsmeade, he'd killed the owners of Honeydukes and stolen as much of their chocolates as he could fit in his pockets.
Now, the Dark Lord who looked like a snake who had eaten a football, made his way through the gates of Hogwarts with a simple unlocking command. Up the stairs he went until he was staring at a stone gargoyle.
Voldemort spent several minutes trying to guess the password with no success. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled another piece of chocolate out and while he was eating it, he said, "I love... the taste... of these... chocolate frogs." He looked up in surprise as the gargoyle moved aside and allowed him to enter.
As he waddled into the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked up and smiled. "Tom, long time. Have a seat. Lemon drop?" He pushed the bowl of yellow candy toward the Dark Lord.
Voldemort sat heavily in the chair across the desk and wiped his brow. "Don't mind if I do! Those stairs are murder!" He said and quickly ate every one of the lemon drops.
"I was hoping you'd stop by." Dumbledore said. "I even wore my red socks in case you did."
"Socks?" Riddle replied. "What does..."
"Oh come now, Tom, it's just us. We're getting too old to beat around the bush." Dumbledore declared.
"What are you talking about?" Riddle questioned.
"Us, of course. Ever since you created your Dark Mark, I always knew it was a message to me." Albus replied serenely. "You knew I've always had a thing for bad Dark Lords. First it was Gellert, but now... now I'm all yours."
Tom Riddle swallowed hard as he contemplated the leader of the light. "No... uh, I only came here to get you to kill me." He said finally.
"Nonsense Tom." Dumbledore said. "We both know why you're here." The wizened old wizard gave a seductive wink to the overweight Dark Lord as he trailed his fingertips over the man's arm that was resting on his desk.
"Do you really think I don't know why you've put on that added weight to make it easier on these old bones?"
Tom was out of his seat in an instant. "Look... I don't know anything about that, but I just want you to kill me. I've had really bad resurrection and want to just die now."
"You'd just come back for me." Dumbledore said as he stood up and took a step toward Riddle, slowly untying the sash around his waist. "I know all about your horcruxes."
Voldemort started backing away. "No... I destroyed my horcruxes... see?" He rummaged in the bag he carried and, after digging out mountains of candy and food wrappers, he pulled out a gold cup and a ring, both with holes in them.
'The easiest ones to be found. No one will find that locket in the cave nor the diadem hidden in the vast city of rubbish in that special room,' he thought. "Kill me now and I'll be gone forever."
"Let's take this into my private bedroom Tom and discuss it further," Dumbledore said as his robes began to drop and the portraits fled their canvases.
Riddle's wand was up in an instant. "AVADA KADAVRA!"
Fawkes dove in front of the green light, his thoughts before he died to be reborn were. 'Me first! I want to die, too... You try being bonded to his guy lifetime after lifetime.'
"Come now, Tom, we shouldn't be fighting." Albus said, splaying his arms wide and showing off the pale, spindly body for this young man to take in. "I've always said love is the most powerful force."
Riddle turned and bolted from the room. At least as bolting as you can do when you weigh over forty stone. As he exited Dumbledore's office and started down the steps, he came face to face with his arch nemesis, the Boy-Who-Lived himself.
"YOU!" Voldemort screamed. "This is all your fault!" He raised his wand and screamed, "AVADA KADAVRA!"
Harry did the only thing he could think of being in such a narrow staircase with the killing curse headed toward you. He threw the bag that contained the locket and the Diadem in the path of the curse. As it intersected the green light, two distinct screams could be heard from the bag.
Voldemort stared at the bag and his eyes widened, but at the same moment, he lost his footing. His first reaction was to reach out to the wall, but he was not used to this much weight and his wrist snapped from the pressure causing his wand to fall out of his chocolate-covered hand.
Gravity was the next thing to exert itself as the overbalanced Dark Lord plummeted down the rotating steps barely missing Harry and Hermione.
Because the steps had been rotating upward to bring Harry and Hermione up, the descent went on for several minutes. By the time the body finally made it to the bottom, the lifeless eyes of Voldemort were staring vacantly up at nothing.
When several of the professors arrived to explore what the disturbance was, they found Harry Potter standing over the dead body of Voldemort with his wand out. Even though he denied having anything to do with it, he was given full credit for the death of Voldemort.
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The End
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