Now that the book has been published, i suppose it's ok for me to publish the last page.
and slumped to the ground, never to stir again.
"You did it, Harry!" Hermione wheezed as she regained her strength. "Although i'm unfamiliar with that spell. Smithicus et Wessicon?"
"It's one i learned while abroad." Harry said as he ejected the two spent deerslug casings from the shotgun. "Bitch killed my parents."
"But poor Ron. He's still a newt."
A sense of relief flowed over Harry as he looked down at the still form of his greatest enemy. He shook and zipped up his fly. "i shouldn't worry too much about Ron, he'll get better."
There was cause for much celebration at the eh-wot camp that night, high in the mighty trees of the Forbidden Forest. The air was filled with eh-wot song as they danced their small furry bodies beneath the glistening moonlight. Hogwart's would be rebuilt another day, but for now Harry could see the ghosts of his old mentors. The spectors of Dumbledor, Snape, Yoda stood in silent approval, joined by the reformed shade of Voldemort, who's head had been thankfully reconstructed.
"Harry? Who are you looking at? Come, join the celebration."
"i supp-" Harry never finished the sentence after the Wizard's Bus hit him.
"You played a dangerous game, Hermione." Malfoy intoned as he appeared from behind, "attempting to change how the Magics functions."
Hermione simply smiled, "i understood the risk, but it was a risk worth taking. And what of the muggles that wish to be free?"
Malfoy sighed, "they shall be freed."
They stood and watched as the first colonists made their way to Dryland to start their lives anew.
The End.
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You can call Lucas money-grubbing or overrated, but the dude knows how to roll with the jokes at his expense.