Without Draco [Harry Potter]

Seventh Year

Malfoy Manor

"They say they've got Potter...but we can't be sure that it's him. What did you do to his face?" Lucius Malfoy asked Fenrir Greyback. "How did he get into this state?"

Greyback responded with a simple "That wasn't us."

"Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me." said Lucius. "There's something there. It could be the scar, stretched tight. But none of us have ever really seen the boy. We can't be sure."

Narcissa Malfoy called out in a cold, clear voice. "We had better be certain, Lucius. Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord...The snatchers say this is his wand...but it does not resemble Ollivander's description. If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing...remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?"

"What about the Mudblood, then?" growled Greyback, impatient.

"Wait. Yes, yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! That's the Granger girl!" said Narcissa in a sharp voice.

"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" shouted Lucius. "It's them, Potter's friends - that's most definitely Arthur Weasley's son."

At this moment, Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room. "What is this? What's happened, Cissy?" She slowly walked around the prisoners. "But surely, this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?"

"Yes!" cried Lucius. "And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!"

"Pottee?" shrieked Bellatrix. "Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!" She pulled up her sleeve, but Lucius and Narcissa were doubtful of whether it was Potter. After what happened in the Department of Mysteries, they didn't want to feel the Dark Lord's wrath again.

"Don't! We don't know it's him!"

Bellatrix stopped, her eyes falling on one of the snatchers. She stunned four of them and forced Greyback onto his knees. In her hand she clutched the sword of Gryffindor. "Where did you find this sword? Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"

Greyback claimed it was in the trio's tent and Bdllatrix left it there. "We have a very serious problem! The situation is graver than you could possibly imagine. If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed. The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself...but if he finds out...I must...I must know...

"The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think of what to do."

"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my-"

"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we are in!" shrieked Bellatrix. "Take them down, Greyback. All except...except for the Mudblood. I need her for questioning."

Greyback forced Harry and Ron down to the cellar, locking them in a dark, musty room.

Ravenclaw's Lost Diadem

"There it is, I see it!" yelled Harry. He ran across the room of hidden objects, tripping a few times along the way. He finally reached the diadem and picked it up. "One of the last horcruxes..." he whispered.

Ron handed him a basilisk fang. Harry stabbed the tiara, and just like that, another piece of Lord Voldemort was dead.

As the three walked out of the Room of Requirement, Harry broke the silence. "You know, Voldemort really wasn't that smart."

Ron furrowed his eyebrows. "Sure, he's dumb for thinking he could beat you, but he does have some pretty clever plans. What do you mean?" Ron asked. Hermione nodded, indicating she thought the same.

Harry replied "Well, if you were to split your soul into seven pieces and hide them in some objects, your goal is obviously to live forever, right? Well, why did he choose such obvious objects? It makes it easier to kill him. If it were me, I'd choose, oh, I don't know, a pebble and throw it into a river."

The trio laughed as they went down the corridor.  Suddenly they heard sounds of dueling and rushed forward to help. As they battled the Minister, Percy said "Hello, Minister! Did I mention I'm resigning?"

"You're joking, Perce, you actually are joking...I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-"

At that moment the wall exploded and everyone was blasted through the air. When Harry got up, he heard a heartbroken cry. Percy was shaking his brother and Ron was beside them. Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

The Forbidden Forest

Harry was lying face down. He had just spoken to Dumbledore in a place that resembled King's Cross. He heard whispers all around, as he pretended he were dead.

"My Lord...my Lord..." said Bellatrix.

"That will do," said Voldemort. "The boy...is he dead?" Harry could feel everyone's eyes examining him. Nobody knew if he was alive or not.

"You. Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."

Narcissa Malfoy had been sent to look. She shrieked when she saw that he was still breathing. "No! No, he is alive, kill him!"

Voldemort's eyes widened in rage and he roared "Avada Kedavra!" once more.

Harry Potter was now dead, both the Horcrux part and the human part. And Lord Voldemort ruled the world.

(A/N)

7/7! Thank you so much for reading, everyone! It was very stressful only having two days to write this for the contest, but it was also a huge motivator. I think I've enjoyed writing more than ever.

That middle part - Crabbe and Goyle never entered the Room of Requirement along with Draco, so the fiendfyre never happened. Sorry I made you relive Fred's death.

That last part - Narcissa had no reason to spare him. Also, Voldemort controlled the Elder Wand because Snape was the one who disarmed Dumbledore. Hope you enjoyed!

Have a nice day!

~Lia