This chapter is by
quinby. There will be another spork of this later--her computer, Adams, decided to live up to his name and be obnoxious and disliked. That is, he crashed, taking the whole spork with him. So I started work on it, in case
quinby couldn't redo the spork in time...and when she sent me this, my version was three-quarters done.
So you get two sporks of the same chapter.
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Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen to Harry Potter's Musetta's Waltz End! This is, well, let's just say that this chapter had to come, and when it did, I almost applauded at the end. Harry himself, however, rather wore on me. He kept saying the same thing and the same thing and wbing all woeful that he had to die.
First, stop it, Harry. You know that you have to fight this guy. You knew that you might have to die. Why the hell are you angsting about it? You are not Anakin Skywalker, your love is not going to make you sacrifice everything you love. You are not Angel from Buffy, you will not go insane and destroy the world if you have a moment of happiness. You are not Roger Davis, you don't have a death sentence, and your girlfriend didn't slit her wrists. Get. Over. Yourself.
Dumbly gave you a job to do, and sure you didn't realize he was actually a bastard, but that doesn't mean you have to regale the rest of us for ages and eons on end about it. Shut. Up.
Now, we actually get something of interest. When Harry sees Colin's body, he thinks that the boy must have sneaked back in. DUH. I could have told you that. Colin's like Harry in that he would do just about anything for his beliefs. Of -course- he was going to go back. Harry would have done the same thing if he had a moment to think of anything other than his stupid angst. *sigh*
Neville is still holding out hope that Harry doesn't give himself up. How adorable. As much as the boy's been through, he's still hoping that Harry has something up his sleeve, and everything'll be alright. Neville, you've been through a lot of shit. You've seen a lot and you have the scars to prove it. Where'd this strange optimism come from? Harry's going to give himself up. He's not the shiny hero you want, sorry.
After a short detour to Harry's Hormone Shack, and the House of Memory (Hagrid's hut), he finally opens the snitch, and takes out the resurrection stone.
Now, the stone doesn't really bring people back. Harry compares it to the dream!Riddle from the diary. Hold on a moment. That means they're not real. If they're not real, what are they? A hallucination? Huh. It's a thought at least. Anyway, they re-assure Harry that it will be alright and he will be joining them soon.
*yawn* Right. His parents and Lupin and Sirius act as Patronuses (Patroni?) and protect him from the Dementors. Eventually, he sneaks up on the Death Eaters, he drops the stone and reveals himself in a moment that, well, it makes a lovely moment. ... If it wasn't Angstmonkey Potter.
The Death Eaters squee for a moment, Hagrid (who aten't dead), and then Voldy and Potter stare down.... AND IT'S OVER. Bloody hell.
If anything, though, it was a bit anti-climactic. A flash of green, and it's over.
Too bad it's not the end of the book. I think we're all Pretty Damned Tired of it.