Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, an Alternate Ending
Disclamer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to J.K Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books.
Authors Note: This ending begins on page 744 of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (Hardcover version) by J.K. Rowling. Harry had just defeated Tom Riddle and the shock of the event is beginning to settle over the crowd in the great hall at Hogwarts.
(From the book)
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last—
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Harry began to feel slightly dizzy, he was exhausted, all he wanted was to lie down and rest all day. Everything began to go out of focus as harry began to feel faint, his conscience slipping from him as the world began to spin and go dark. He heard many gasps from the crowed as his legs failed him, he could feel himself slipping from existence. Harry knew he had served his purpose. He had done it, Tom Riddle was gone, he would kill no more. The prophecy must have truly meant that neither he nor Riddle could survive. Harry knew it was over, he could barley breath, everything was completely out of focus. But, he had seceded. He had saved his friends. This was the last thought that slipped through the mind of Harry Potter before he hit the floor and everything went black.
“Madam Pomfrey,” the voice seemed oddly familiar. “Is he really… is he really gone?” It was a girl speaking. The voice, where was it coming from?
“I’m afraid… I’m a afraid so Ms. Granger.” He heard someone sniffle. “I did everything, nothing… nothing worked.”
“But what happened then?” This voice was familiar too; it was a man speaking this time.
“I don’t know, something must have happened after the curse backfired on… on… You-Know-Who.”
“He was fine for a minute or so,” one of the two female voices were speaking, “And then his eyes kind of got all misty and he got deathly pale. Then he just sort of… collapsed.”
“I better go tend to the other patients now.” He heard some curtains being closed and footsteps going away.
“Oh Harry, Ron, do you recon he is really gone?”
“He can’t be. He just can’t. You don’t just defeat the most evil wizard of all time and then just drop… drop dead.”
“Madam Pomfrey checked for any pulse at all about ten times. And that orb she placed next to him, she said if a person was… was dead… she said it would turn a dark blue. And… and, look at it! It doesn’t get any darker than…”
“I know Hermione, but there must be something that can… bloody hell I don’t believe it. Hermione, look! The orb, it’s becoming lighter! Harry! Harry, can you hear me?”
