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Different Endings	By : sshgdifferentfan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO TRY TO HELP."

...Harry said loudly, and in the total silence his voice carried like a trumpet call. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

Voldemort hissed.

"Potter doesn't mean that," he said, his red eyes wide. "That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody," said Harry simply. "There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . . ."

"One of us?" jeered Voldemort, and his whole body was taunt and his red eyes stared, a snake that was about to strike. "You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?" asked Harry. They were still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining the same distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort's. "Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?"

"Accidents!" screamed Voldemort, but still he did not strike, and the watching crowd was frozen as if Petrified, and of the hundreds in the Hall, nobody seemed to breathe but they two. "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and snivelled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight," said Harry as they circled, and stared into each other's eyes, green into red. "You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people—"

"But you did not!"

"—I meant to, and that's what it did. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"

"You dare—"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry. "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"

Voldemort did not speak, but prowled in a circle, and Harry knew that he kept him temporarily mesmerized and at bay, held back by the faintest possibility that Harry might indeed know a final secret.

"Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake's face jeering. "Dumbledore's favourite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter— and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you from dying now when I strike?"

"Just one thing," said Harry, and still they circled each other, wrapped in each other, held apart by nothing but the last secret.

"If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"

"I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the snakelike face, though it was instantly dispelled; Voldemort began to laugh, and the sound was more frightening than his screams; humourless and insane, it echoed around the silent Hall.

"You think you know more magic than I do?" he said. "Than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?"

"Oh, he dreamed of it," said Harry, "but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you've done."

"You mean he was weak!" screamed Voldemort. "Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!"

"No, he was cleverer than you," said Harry, "a better wizard, a better man."

"I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore," said Voldemort. "…and now I will bring about yours!"

Voldemort raised his wand, pointing it straight at the chest of his enemy and roared: "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry heard the high voice just as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand at the monster that faced him. "Expelliarmus!"

There, above the loud bang just like a cannon blast, another voice, a voice too familiar and completely unexpected yelled: "Avada Kedavra!"

Golden flames erupted where Voldemort and Harry's curse and spell meet, at the dead centre of the circle they had been treading for minutes. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own red blood one, just as the third jet, green, deadly and precise hit him just inches below his heart.

It was quiet after that, a quiet so loud that it consumed all that was left as the red and green lights died into nothingness. It was the silence of death that which descended upon the castle – the silence of the death of life itself – and nobody dared to even breathe for what seemed like eons as all eyes turned and stared at the one person they have never expected to be the one to kill Harry Potter.

The sound of hurried footsteps rang loud in the eerie silence of the castle and as one, all eyes turned once again to follow Voldemort as he made his way towards the boy who lived again and again, until he finally found his end.

Harry Potter's body stood crumbled at the feet of his victorious nemeses, with legs awkwardly bended beneath his fallen torso, arms stretched out wide on both sides and vivid green eyes now lifeless and void of all that had once made them unique. Next to him, only inches away from his body, the hawthorn and unicorn hair wand that he had won weeks before from Draco Malfoy, stood still, quiet and dead just like its most recent master.

The room was still quiet, as if keeping the silence a little bit longer would somehow change or in the case of Death Eaters and other Voldemort supporters make true all the things that they had just witnessed as if in a dream.

It was Voldemort who finally and irrevocably, broke the stillness that surrounded him, his now dead enemy and the one that had made it all possible. "He's dead," he shouted and swishing his wand at the ground levitated Harry Potter's lifeless body and wand high into the air, where all present could see. "Your boy saviour was no match for Lord Voldemort and my faithful Death Eaters."

"No!"

"Yesss!"

"NO!"

"Harry!"

"Not Potter!"

By the time Voldemort finished speaking and bowed to Harry Potter's killer with a sinister smile on his snake-life face, the Great Hall was in uproar: some screamed and cried; some yelled in triumph and stamped their feet; some cursed the heavens; some cursed the person nearest them that belonged to the other side. Others, a large majority of those present, just stood rooted to the spot – tears pouring down their cheeks, words forming, ascending and then dying on their lips – too shocked to say or do anything but gape open-mouthed at the man who had won Voldemort the war.

There – under the once-upon-a-time enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, now devoid of beauty and magic – history was written in blood and tears in that memorable day of days, when the war ended, when Lord Voldemort won and most importantly when Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived died at the hand and wand of his best friend, Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Author's notes: I don't know how you fell about the first half of the 'Prologue' which has been taken word for word from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling, but I wanted to show that up to that point everything in 'Different Endings' is exactly as described in canon, though I hurried the curse/spell casting moment between Harry and Voldemort a bit (loved the chit-chat those two had in canon, but I just couldn't let Harry spill the beans on our dear Potions Professor to Voldy-Moldy).

Author's PS: Please, please don't hate, maim or kill me for the ending of the chapter. I swear I like Ron – be it canon Ron or fan-fiction Ron – I truly, really (cross-my-heart) like him and though my first intention was to have him die in the Battle of Hogwarts by Harry's side as a hero I decided to make him take part in the story (I know I'm weird but I usually like villains best so I'll probably love Ron during this story) as an active character not just a pleasant/unpleasant memory.

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