Please don't ruin my futile attempts at holding onto my long-passed childhood before they even start. It's cruel 
Harry stood over the lifeless body of Lord Voldemort, the still, broken creature that had once been Tom Riddle. The world around him seemed dull and muted, fading into the background. Slowly the scene of Hogwarts transformed into an old English schoolyard; his onlooking fans and supporters became strangers, children and teachers alike watching in horror. At his feet his cousin Dudley lay still, a small red blemish on the white buttoned shirt of his school uniform.
Harry stared at the slowly expanding spot of blood. Gazing down towards the sharpened stick in his hand, he whispered to himself.
"You're a wizard, Harry."
