The Other Potter: Book 7

Alternate Ending 2 (Part one)

There was grass beneath my fingers. I could smell dirt as though it was in my nose.

Oh god, I just breathed in some dirt.

Eww.

I sat up. I was in the clearing, but the clearing was deserted.

“I’m not dead?” I asked the air. No one replied. “I’M NOT DEAD!” I cried happily. “I LOVE IT WHEN I DO THAT!”

I feel...different.

I smiled at my muddy, bloody clothes. If this was heaven, or whatever, I’d be wearing clean clothes and stuff. Right? I wouldn’t have chosen this god forsaken clearing as my heaven anyway.

Actually, I’ve been successfully miserable everywhere, so I don’t actually know where my heaven would be...Maybe the kitchens.

I remembered the stone, and I opened up my hand, but all that remained was dust.

There probably should be some sentimental stuff to go with the dead stone, but I couldn’t fathom a single bother, so I decided to put the dust on my face like war paint.

I should have done this pre-battle.

I am also not sure why dust turned into paint but I am pretty sure anything can happen because I’m fab.

Look at me. I flicked my hair around. I’m fab.

There was a high-pitched ringing and then I heard Voldemort’s magnified voice.

“Harry Potter is dead.”

What?

No.

What?

No. I died.

He’s meant to be back.

I died. I died.

Harry is meant to live.

“He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.”

No but Harry is meant to live.

“The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters.”

No.

I stopped this.

We were meant to win.

“My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anybody who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

No.

Fred.

Hermione.

ALL OF THEM ARE DEAD I WAS MEANT TO FIX IT.

I DID IT WRONG

NO!

NO.

No.

I couldn’t even cry.

Was this hell? Or was this reality?

I stood quietly and began to walk to the castle myself.

I had to know.

Halfway out of the forest I remembered I could apparated, so I did that instead. I hid behind this giant piece of wall.