‘Severus, if you truly loved her, you must help me save her son.’
The talking hat sorted him in Gryffindor as he recalled his first brush with his new world - ‘Harry, you are a wizard.’ He looked around and saw Gryffindors cheering, Ron applauding, the twins winking and that bushy-haired girl sneering.
Two years passed, Harry had already thwarted the Dark Lord. ‘But He will return, Harry, stronger and more dangerous’ Dumbledore sighed.
‘Voldemort is BACK, that cup was a Portkey,’ Harry barked amidst tears.
‘Voldemort can be destroyed, Harry. I will tell you the secret,’ Dumbledore spoke through his half-moon spectacles.
“Diary, ring, cup, locket, diadem gone! Polish off Nagini and he will be over,” Harry spoke to Ron & Hermione as he stepped into the forest to meet his death.
Green light, pain, nothingness, and the boy with the lightning scar awoke again!
‘Tom, I am the master of deathly hallows.’
Voldemort was dead, killed by his own curse.
She finished writing and dropped a doleful tear as JK Rowling put down her pen.