How Harry Potter should have ended

Back to the cupboard

Harry awoke to the sound of banging overhead and dust falling gently upon his cheek, he squinted slightly as he tried to see through the dust and the darkness. He reached up and ran his hand along the wall until he found his light switch and flicked it on illuminating his surroundings, however Harry was no longer at Hogwarts. In fact, he found himself back in the little cupboard under the stairs. He searched frantically for some proof that it hadn't all been just a dream, but he found nothing. As the realisation hit him, he broke down and cried, all of it; the family, the friends, the school, the magic, the adventures, it was all a figment of his imagination. So he sat there, alone, in his little cupboard crying his eyes out and screaming at Dudley, his uncle and aunt 'just leave me be, I hate you! I don't want to talk to you ever again!!' until his throat was hoarse. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be with them, he didn't want any of this. So he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to return to that place in his dream, but it was never quite the same. His friends were gone. His family were gone. His magic was gone. And it didn't come back, no matter how hard he wished it to, it never came back...