Finalè Chaptér (idk)
Glass made of the clearest sand scattered across the deep, navy blue carpet, waiting for the opportunity to dig their monstrous shards into the unsuspecting skin of numerous, oblivious people. Reflecting over a million rays of sunlight, they slowly scraped across the great expanse of the Great Hall, threatening to leave the Teachers dining area and crawl onto the cold, unrelenting rocks wedged together to make the flooring for the students of all four houses.
Wax dripped down onto the floor, enchantments broken, with candles scattered across the tables and the rocks, burning with fire that was trained to never go out. Cracks littered the opposing side of the hall, rocks that were transformed into sharp, cutting-edge stones somehow even further away from the flimsy, mimicked lightning décor flooring.
And yet, roughly somewhere in between the two catastrophic parties, lay a door, no longer attached to any wall, bent in all ways possible, and yet somehow spread evenly across all four tables.
However, in the midsts of it all, was sat one Lord Voldemort, seething pure, vile rage from his very pores. Right across from him, sat a Dumbledore and Harry James Potter, one the epitome of grandfatherly twinkles, and the other of child-like wonder that had abandoned the Dark Lord at a very early age- if he even had it in the first place.
“Are you done yet?” The Boy-Who-Lived asked, swinging his legs back and forth. A snarl was sent in his direction, burning anger pacing, pumping through his veins-
Hopping off a stool, Harry skipped forwards, bypassing the Shield that- well, Voldemort wasn’t sure who had been the one to conjure it. Either way, as his mortal nemesis approached him, seemingly uncaring of the fact that he was walking right into the Dark Lord’s personal space.
Refusing to take a step back, Voldemort glared at him. “Hey.” Harry threw his hands up. “It ain’t my fault. I woke up in here, just like you did.”
Then he turned to Dumbledore.
Sighing, rather over-dramatically in Voldemort’s opinion, Harry said, “And I suppose you’ll let the Ministry have a go at us, now.”
A deep façade of a shadow overcame Dumbledore’s not-so-twinkly eyes, and in a grave voice, he confirmed, “Indeed. I am sorry it has came to this, my boy-”
To Voldemort’s complete and utter surprise, Harry James Potter, his arch-nemesis, shot a Stunner at Dumbledore, who got his own wand out lightning-fast, but yet, even though the shield he put up seemed strong enough to stop a whole army, the spell hit its mark.
Almost speechless, Voldemort watched as Harry turned to him, an ear-splitting grin spread across his naturally pale, death-white face. Avada Kedavra emeralds sparkled mischievously, and the Master of Death asked, hand outstretched with a Snitch pendant sat precariously in the middle of a soft, smooth hand, “C’mon, it’ll be fun! Come with us, will ya?”
Glancing at Dumbledore, Voldemort took a moment of contemplation before taking the smooth, dainty hand.
The familiar feeling of a portkey penetrated his body.
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“Yoooo! Mi bestah!” Beaming at Alex, they looked up curiously from their potion. “Hood on to this for me, will ya?”
Without a word, Harry plopped a strange, tiny Owl plushie onto their hand.
Then, before Alex could gather up the courage to question him, the Boy-Who-Lived exited the room before anyone could say ‘Quidditch’.
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“My love!” Harry’s overly-extravaganza voice echoed throughout the hallways.
Abra swooned. “Yes, darling?”
Fasting a snek necklace around the blond’s neck, Harry gave him a peck on the cheek before walking to his next lesson.
“My first kiss!” Abra gasped, tears in his eyes.
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“Riley?” Said person looked over from where he was drawing stick figures. “Keep this drawing forever.”
Looking down at a surprisingly neat drawing of a waterfall (neat in terms of a professional Artists standards, anyway), Riley replied, “No, thank you.”
He then took the drawing and shoved it into his pocket, going back to his own art.
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Looking upon the magnificent castle only a few miles away from them, Voldemort had to wonder what he had recently signed up to.