What if Harry Potters last chapter was totally flipped on its head. Here’s an alternate ending to get you thinking.
Chapter Nineteen: The Unforeseen Truth
The Great Hall was shrouded in an eerie silence as Harry, Hermione, and Ron made their way down the long tables. Shadows danced across the stone walls, lending an air of foreboding to the already tense atmosphere. Dumbledore stood at the head table, his tall figure illuminated by the flickering torches. His gaze was grave, his expression solemn, as he watched the trio approach.
“Please, everyone, take your seats,” Dumbledore’s voice resonated through the hall, breaking the heavy silence. The students complied, their eyes fixed on the trio with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Harry exchanged a worried glance with Hermione and Ron as they took their places in front of Dumbledore. Something was amiss, and he feared what the headmaster was about to reveal.
“It is time,” Dumbledore began, his voice low and solemn, “for the truth to be revealed.” His words hung heavy in the air, anticipation crackling like static electricity.
The trio leaned in, their hearts pounding in anticipation of what was to come. What truth could Dumbledore possibly unveil that would leave the entire school in such a state of unease?
“Many years ago,” Dumbledore continued, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of history, “a prophecy was made. A prophecy that foretold of a child who would bring about the downfall of the Dark Lord. That child, as you all know, was believed to be Harry Potter.”
Gasps echoed through the Great Hall as Dumbledore’s words sank in. Harry felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. Was it possible that everything he had believed about his destiny was a lie?
“But what if I were to tell you,” Dumbledore continued, his voice steady but tinged with regret, “that the prophecy was misinterpreted? That the true Chosen One was not Harry Potter, but another.”
The trio exchanged stunned glances, their minds reeling with disbelief. If Harry wasn’t the Chosen One, then who was?
“It is time,” Dumbledore repeated, his voice echoing through the hall with a sense of urgency, “for the true Chosen One to step forward.”
All eyes turned to Dumbledore, waiting with bated breath for the revelation of the true hero who would save them all.
And then, from the shadows emerged a figure, his features obscured by the dim light. As he stepped forward, the torches flickered, casting eerie shadows across his face. It was none other than Draco Malfoy, his usually haughty demeanor replaced by a steely determination.
Gasps of shock rippled through the hall as the students struggled to comprehend the unexpected turn of events. Draco Malfoy, the boy they had all dismissed as a coward and a bully, was the true Chosen One?
Dumbledore’s gaze softened as he looked upon Draco with a mixture of pride and sorrow. “It is time,” he said, his voice filled with quiet resolve, “for the truth to be revealed. Draco Malfoy, you are the true Chosen One.”
Harry felt as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath him as he struggled to come to terms with the revelation. How could it be that his sworn enemy, the boy who had tormented him for years, was destined to defeat the Dark Lord?
But as he looked into Draco’s eyes, Harry saw a flicker of something he had never noticed before. It was a fire, a determination that burned brighter than any curse or hex. Perhaps, he realized, there was more to Draco Malfoy than met the eye.
With a solemn nod, Draco turned to face the assembled students, his voice steady and resolute as he addressed them for the first time as their true leader.
“My friends,” Draco began, his voice ringing out with a newfound sense of purpose, “the time has come for us to unite against the forces of darkness. Together, we shall vanquish the Dark Lord and restore peace to our world.”
Cheers erupted throughout the Great Hall as the students rallied behind their new leader, their faith in Draco Malfoy restored by the revelation of his true destiny.
And as Harry watched Draco stride confidently out of the Great Hall, his heart filled with a newfound sense of hope. Perhaps, he realized, the prophecy had not been wrong after all. Perhaps, in the end, it was not the circumstances of one’s birth that determined their fate, but the choices they made and the courage they showed in the face of adversity.
As Draco led the students out of the Great Hall, Harry felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn’t shake off the disbelief that Draco Malfoy, of all people, was the true Chosen One. Yet, as he pondered the events of the past years, Harry couldn’t deny the glimpses he’d seen of Draco’s character, moments where his actions hinted at something more than mere arrogance and cruelty.
Hermione’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Harry, are you alright?” she asked, concern evident in her eyes.
Harry shook himself out of his reverie and forced a smile. “I’m fine, Hermione. Just trying to wrap my head around everything.”
Ron chimed in, his tone incredulous. “Draco Malfoy? The Chosen One? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
But Harry could see the gears turning in Ron’s mind, the realization dawning on him that perhaps there was more to their former nemesis than met the eye.
As they made their way through the corridors of Hogwarts, whispers followed in their wake. Students exchanged curious glances, their minds buzzing with questions and speculation about the revelation that had rocked the school to its core.
Outside, the sky had darkened, casting the grounds of Hogwarts in an eerie twilight. The Forbidden Forest loomed in the distance, its ancient trees whispering secrets of times long past.
Draco led them to the edge of the forest, his steps purposeful as he gazed into its depths. “This is where it begins,” he declared, his voice ringing out with determination.
Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he followed Draco into the forest, the shadows closing in around them like a cloak of darkness. But he pushed aside his fears, focusing instead on the task ahead.
As they delved deeper into the forest, the air grew thick with magic, a tangible presence that seemed to pulse with every beat of Harry’s heart. Strange creatures lurked in the shadows, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
At last, they reached a clearing bathed in moonlight, a serene oasis amid the darkness of the forest. Draco turned to face them, his gaze unwavering.
“We must summon the Dark Lord,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “Only then can we confront him and fulfill our destiny.”
Harry felt a surge of apprehension at the thought of facing Voldemort once more, but he steeled himself, drawing strength from the unwavering resolve in Draco’s eyes.
Together, they formed a circle, their hands clasped tightly as they chanted the incantation that would summon the Dark Lord from the depths of his lair.
A gust of wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it a sense of impending doom. And then, he appeared, his form coalescing from the shadows like a specter of death.
Voldemort’s crimson eyes glinted with malice as he surveyed the group before him, his lip curling into a sneer of contempt. “What is this?” he hissed, his voice a serpent’s hiss. “Have you come to grovel at my feet, Draco Malfoy?”
But Draco stood tall, his gaze steady as he faced the Dark Lord without flinching. “I have come to fulfill my destiny,” he declared, his voice ringing out with a strength that echoed through the clearing.
Voldemort’s laughter filled the air, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Harry’s spine. “You, a mere boy, think you can challenge me?” he sneered, his eyes blazing with contempt.
But Draco remained undaunted, his resolve unshaken. “I am the true Chosen One,” he proclaimed, his voice echoing with power. “And I will not rest until you are vanquished and peace is restored to our world.”
With a flick of his wand, Voldemort unleashed a torrent of dark magic, the air crackling with malevolent energy. But Draco stood firm, his wand held aloft as he summoned the light of his own magic to meet the darkness head-on.
The two forces collided in a dazzling display of power, sparks flying as they clashed in a battle of wills that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.
But Draco held fast, his determination unwavering as he fought with all his strength and courage. And slowly, inexorably, the tide began to turn.
With a final surge of power, Draco unleashed a blast of pure magic that engulfed Voldemort in a blinding flash of light. And then, he was gone, his form dissipating into nothingness as the echoes of his laughter faded into the night.
The clearing fell silent, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of light shone bright, a beacon of hope that illuminated the path ahead.
Harry looked to Draco, his eyes filled with newfound respect and admiration. “You did it,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
Draco smiled, a weary but triumphant expression crossing his features. “We did it,” he corrected, his gaze sweeping over his friends with a sense of pride.
And as they stood together in the clearing, bathed in the light of their victory, Harry knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their quest for justice and truth.
For they were not just friends, but warriors bound by destiny, destined to shape the future of their world for generations to come.
As the echoes of their victory reverberated through the clearing, a sense of peace settled over the group. The darkness that had once loomed over Hogwarts had been vanquished, replaced by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
Draco turned to Harry, his eyes filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “For believing in me, even when no one else did.”
Harry returned Draco’s smile, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “We’re in this together,” he replied, his voice filled with conviction. “No matter what.”
Hermione and Ron joined them, their faces alight with relief and gratitude. Together, they had faced the greatest challenge of their lives and emerged victorious, their bond stronger than ever before.
But as they prepared to return to Hogwarts, a voice called out from the shadows, stopping them in their tracks.
It was Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with pride as he stepped forward to address the group. “You have done what few thought possible,” he said, his voice ringing out with warmth and admiration. “You have brought hope to our world in its darkest hour.”
The group exchanged grateful glances, their hearts swelling with pride at the headmaster’s words.
“But remember,” Dumbledore continued, his gaze sweeping over the clearing with a sense of gravity. “With great power comes great responsibility. The fight against darkness is never truly over. It is up to each and every one of us to protect the light and uphold the values that define us as wizards and witches.”
His words struck a chord deep within Harry’s heart, reminding him of the weight of the responsibility that came with their newfound victory.
Together, they returned to Hogwarts, their heads held high and their spirits lifted by the knowledge that they had faced their fears and emerged stronger than ever before.
As they walked through the castle corridors, students cheered and applauded, their voices ringing out in celebration of their heroes’ triumph.
But amidst the revelry, Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that their journey was far from over. The darkness may have been vanquished for now, but there were still battles to be fought and challenges to overcome.
And as he looked to his friends, their faces radiant with joy and determination, Harry knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, united in their quest for justice and truth.
For they were not just students of Hogwarts, but warriors bound by destiny, destined to shape the future of their world for generations to come.
And as they stood together in the heart of Hogwarts, bathed in the light of their victory, Harry felt a sense of hope swell within him, knowing that as long as they stood united, there was nothing they couldn’t achieve.
The End.
Harry Potter is copyright J R Rowlings. I made this without permission and I don’t know if it is legal or not to make something like this. I just hope it doesn’t piss anyone off.