Harry Potter: An Alternate Ending
Tensions rise as the Battle of Hogwarts continues. Light flees the sky, chased by a darkness that moves with purpose, to completely take over anything that is left of the magical world. The army of Death Eaters keeps coming like a relentless stream, and the stakes keep getting higher. It is no longer about protecting yourself from he who must not be named, but about proving that evil cannot prevail for too long without any retaliation. It is about not staying silent in times of oppression, and Hogwarts is trying its best to uphold that.
Meanwhile, in the Shrieking Shack, away from everyone’s attention, Professor Snape is cornered by Voldemort and Nagini. Voldemort believes killing Snape will make him the master of the Elder Wand, as he is mistaken that Snape is the true master of the Elder Wand. Drunk with power and greed to conquer the world, Voldemort orders Nagini to attack Snape, while Snape stands there, accepting his fate and trying to calm himself down in his final moments. As Nagini launches toward Snape to finish him, a loud bang occurs, and barging in comes Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron.
“Expulso!” she yells, as Nagini is obliterated in a single, deafening blow. Snape stands there astonished, unable to comprehend what just happened in the span of a few seconds. Upon the destruction of his last horcrux, Nagini, Voldemort stumbles, but for the first time not from pain, but from clarity. Finally liberated from the evil grip of his horcruxes, Voldemort starts feeling human again. As he looks up to see who burst into the room, you can see the eyes of not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle stands where Voldemort once loomed, his chest heaving not with fury, but with the first flickers of vulnerability he has felt in decades. The destruction of Nagini, the last tether to his fragmented soul, tears open a void in him that no power can fill. He feels the chill of mortality seep into his bones, not as a curse, but as a strange mercy. For the first time since he twisted into something unrecognizable, Tom feels the weight of everything he has lost - his innocence, his compassion, and the boy he once was at Hogwarts who simply feared being unloved. There is no more hissing in his mind, no whispers of domination or death, only the raw, unfiltered awareness of what he’s become.
He looks at Harry, not with hatred, but with regret. He sees in Harry the life he could have lived, had he chosen differently. The trio, standing ready to fight, seems confused by the sudden absence of malice in his expression. Tom lowers his wand slowly, not in surrender, but in acknowledgment of the truth. He realized the Dark Lord was never immortal, just a desperate illusion to feel like he had control. His hands tremble, not with bloodlust, but with the ache of remorse.
In a moment of quick thinking, Hermione points her wand at Voldemort, “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!” The look of remorse is not enough on a face that has terrorized the entire magical world for decades, so she immobilizes him. Ron runs out to call for help. Harry looks at Snape, confused about what to feel, because in his eyes, he is still a traitor who is responsible for the death of Dumbledore, while Snape looks at him with eyes filled with longing and gratitude, longing for a future that could never be, but gratitude for a past that he had with the woman that meant the world to him. If only she could see how brave her son had become, if only he could tell her that he kept his promise all along, and did everything in his power to protect her baby.