NABC The End
The End
Harry stood, arms folded, in a place that looked like nothing at all. No ground. No sky. Just white thinning into more white. No wind, no sound, no edge. Neither cold nor warm. Just... empty.
He’d been here before. Once. Ages ago. Back when he’d nearly died in the hands of Vernon. Or maybe that time didn’t count. Hard to tell when you’d trained for twenty thousand years and time stopped making sense somewhere around year four.
Footsteps clicked behind him.
He didn’t turn. “Took your time.”
A woman stepped up beside him. Long dark hair. No robe or crown. She wore black boots, sharp trousers, a white button-up shirt rolled to the elbows, sleeves rumpled like she’d been up too long. No wand in sight.
She smiled faintly. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”
Harry shrugged. “If you like.”
They stood side by side in the endless nothing. Just two people.
Sort of.
“Does this place actually exist?” Harry asked. “Or is this just some flashy dreamscape?”
She nodded at the space around them. “It’s real enough. Not part of your world, though. This is where Magic lives.”
He smirked. “So, your flat?”
“Let’s call it a very large office,” she said, amused.
Harry gave her a sideways glance. “Do I call you Magic? Or do you have a normal name like Sarah or Gwen?”
“Magic will do.”
“Right.” He exhaled through his nose, then tilted his head slightly. “You lot really don’t do subtle, do you?”
“We gave up subtle when Time decided timelines should collapse if someone sneezes in the wrong century.”
After a bit, he asked, “So why now?”
Magic turned to face him properly. “You pulled me back. Piece by piece. Every time you broke a limit, redefined a spell, taught others to use me in ways I haven’t seen for ages. You brought belief back.”
Harry shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly trying.”
“Doesn’t matter. You did it. System was my last real creation. And now, you’ve taken it further than I ever meant it to go.”
He looked her over. “You were gone, then? Properly gone?”
“I was sleeping. Drained. Death and Time left me behind when they stopped caring about rules. I put everything I had into the System. Built it from scratch. Tied it to all three of us. Thought it’d hold.”
“And it didn’t.”
“No,” she said simply. “They turned on me. Gutted half the core, pulled their pieces out. Tried to trap me in it.”
Harry raised a brow. “So you were stuck?”
, Goddess of Aim and Rhythm.
And then, at last, Lily and James appeared. Petunia stepped out from the fold next. Hagrid followed behind her.
Lily Potter, Goddess of Warding and Healing.
James Potter, God of Spirits and Binding Magic.
Frank and Alice stood behind Neville now.
Their parents appeared one by on. Favourite Professors, pets, people who wouldn't be wanted to left behind. Bellatrix joined the group. Even Ron Weasley.
Then, at the end, Nigel walked in.
Same suit, same expression, same irritatingly perfect posture. If anything, the man looked even more smug now that he had an official title.
“Nigel,” Harry said, not moving from his seat.
“Master Harry,” Nigel replied, inclining his head as he stepped into the circle and took his place.
“God of Dry Humour,” Luna added cheerfully, clapping.
“Fitting,” Daphne muttered.
“Oh, completely,” Tracey agreed.
Nigel gave no reply, only flicked an imaginary speck off his cuff.
That was it.
This was it.
The END.