So yes, this post will be an alternate ending to the Harry Potter series, but no, it will not include any homoerotic or homoromantic interaction between the specific characters of Harry and Draco. I'm sorry, that was just a cheap advertising trick to get the attention of the so many slightly perverted (hey, I don't blame you) Harry Potter fan fiction readers out there.
What the rewriting ACTUALLY will include in the first Saga is Snape as a grandeur mastermind. Enjoy the read to the fullest, you loveable little nerd ;) <3
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
The Neiberger Edit
Saga I
He who pulls the puppets' strings
Begins as of page 347
Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: but then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, Voldemort had risen his wand and steadily uttered the phrase; "Avada Kedavra".
Harry saw Snape's face stern with resolve as he faced the green flash and the flickering spark of life left his dark eyes. His face whitened as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor. "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly. He turned away; there was no sadness in him, no remorse. It was time to leave this shack and take charge, with a wand that would now do his full bidding. He pointed it at the starry cage holding the snake, which drifted upward, off Snape, who fell sideways onto the floor, a moment ago a living man, now nothing but a dead cold corpse. Voldemort swept from the room without a backward glance, and the great serpent floated after him in its huge protective sphere. Back in the tunnel and his own mind,
Harry opened his eyes; He had drawn blood biting down on his knuckles in an effort not to shout out.
Now he was looking through the tiny crack between crate and wall, watching a foot in a black boot trembling on the floor. "Harry!" breathed Hermione behind him, but he had already pointed his wand at the crate blocking his view. It lifted an inch into the air and drifted sideways silently. As quietly as he could, he pulled himself up into the room. He did not know why he was doing it, why he was approaching the already dead man: he did not know what he felt as he saw Snape's white face, and the fingers trying to feel for a pulse he knew wouldn't be there. Harry took off the invisibility cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes stared blindly at Harry.
There was no doubt about it, he was dead as stone. Harry bent over him to take a last look of his everlasting torment of a teacher and was mildly surprised by the feelings of grief and remorse, and suddenly, he heard a hissing humming noise from within the robes of the dead man. He reached for whatever the source of the unexplainable noise might be and pulled out a letter with the reading "Harry" with grand letters on it. He recognised it as a Shriek Letter like the one Ron once had received from his mother, this was utterly puzzling. "You better open it Harry!" said Hermione, stating what was evidently already in the minds of both of them. As he carefully loosened the lid of the envelope it sprung open and with a flash of bright red light the letter propelled itself into the air, and simultaneously, he realised, knocked Hermione unconscious. He was left little time to reflect over this as the letter began to speak with Snape's slow dry voice:
"Harry, this is of greatest importance, in my left pocket there is a vial of potion, empty it into my mouth as soon as you receive this message. That is all."
And with that, the letter vanished in flames. Chocked by the bizzarity of the situation Harry obeyed. He managed to produce a small spherical vial attached to a gold chain, the substance reassembled closely to that of memories, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed around violently within it's enclosed glass space, but instead of silvery blue it bore a colour of golden red bronze. He emptied the vial over Snape's unmoving lips and it sought it's way into him trough the mouth and nostrils. There was silence. Nothing happened. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, did Snape pull one violent wheezing breath, miraculously again reclaiming his life. He immediately sat up and looked to Harry.
"Professor?" Was all Harry managed to produce
"Hardly the time for formalities Potter, I understand you must have many questions, but time is short. I will attempt to answer them as briefly and accurately as possible. Then we have to get to business"
Still in a state of chock, this did not at all appear odd to Harry, so, again, he simply followed the instructions given to him.
"What did you do to Hermione?"
Snape rolled his eyes and drew an irritated sigh.
"Never mind that, she is unharmed, and will regain conciousness soon"
"OK then... how could you possibly be alive? That was the killing curse, you were dead, I checked your pulse, your breathing... you..."
"The boundaries of life and death are less clear for wizards of my calibre Potter" Snape interrupted
Harry couldn't think of reply so Snape simply continued
"The vial you just emptied into my seemlessly unliving being was a part of two twin potions, called "The Embracing Arms of Shiva" after a muggle god in the area it was conceived, of one which I drank precisely before Voldemort believed to kill me. What the first potion did was detaching my soul from my body, and allowing it to transfer into the medium of it's twin. Avada Kedavra annihilates the soul, so I simply pushed the target out of way in the precise right moment. What you basically did was pouring my soul back into me" Snape continued in a matter-of-fact tone.
"But I saw the whole thing... you didn't have time to drink any potion" Harry stated as he believed was correct.
"That relies entirely on how you chose to define "drink" Potter. I had swallowed the vial whole before the meeting, and simply cracked it by magic as Voldemort cast the curse, "killing" my self right before Voldemort got the chance to." A certain pride over his own ingenious unveiled in his tone.
"Furthermore was the potion incredibly difficult to assemble, It requires the neck hair of two twin unicorns, one for each potion, a scraping of a death mantle for the lifetaking potion, and the lump of ash from a reincarnating phoenix for the lifegiving counterpart. I have planned years to produce these potions"
"Phoenix...? Did you use...?"
"Yes, I used Fawkes. After he reincarnated that time he was missing three tail feathers, but it's really barely noticeable. I still had to magically persuade Dumbledore to do it, and that, was no easy task." Snape uttered meditatively.
Harry couldn't help to give up a laugh
"You?! Dominiate Dumbledore? I find that hard to believe professor" He was in an utter state of disbelief
"Oh, Potter. There is so much you need to know, so little do you understand now" Snape said in a condescending tone
Again, Harry was dumbstruck and couldn't produce a reply
"I, have planned everything Potter. Everything. Since the moment I got hold of the prophecy I knew exactly what to do to rid the world of the abomination that is Tom Riddle. I have planned and planned for years, and ever since you got to Hogwarts have you've been silently moved by the cogs of my clockwerk." He was saying this which such confidence that Harry couldn't do anything at this moment than assume it
to be true.
"The episode with Alchemist's Stone, it was for you to realize the true value of Lily's infinite love for you, the relation with you godfather, his death, it was to make you mature into an adult fast enough, Dumbledore, his death, everything, everything was part of one grand masterplan to forge you into the perfect tool, the perfect tool to perform the impossible task. All of you have been puppets for my show, and it have all worked out as intended, but there is still one last part of it."
"So your whole feign death, all this with "The Embracing Arms of Shiva", all that was just in order for you to live, so that you could tell me all this?" Harry said, again in disbelief.
This time it was Snape's turn to laugh.
"On the contrary Potter, the objective of the potions was not for me to live, but to be killed by the right hand."
In the midst of all confusion, this was overwhelming, Harry had no clue what Snape was trying to say at the present.
"Even though all of Voldemort's horcruxes have been shattered, his soul has wandered near death for so long it belongs to neither the underworld nor the ordinary world. Voldemorts soul is a vile thing, touchable neither by death nor life. The only thing that transcends such matters... well, it's the Elder Wand"
Harry's brain was slowly beginning to realise... but his heart wouldn't let him accept it... As to confirm his premonition he saw Snape produce a wand that he knew all to well by sight
"The one Voldemort took was a fake." He said, and, with a faint humourless smile, he pointed it at Harry.
Then it struck Harry, he knew precisely which words was to be uttered by Snape even before he did it, and the spell that was to be cast drenched Harry's wordless scream as he attempted to let it out
"Imperio" Whispered Snape with peaceful resolve
Harry felt his own hand take grip of his wand, he tried to fight it, but Snape's willpower was so immensely much stronger than his, as Snape moved closer his hand moved to point the wand directly to Snape's chest, directly to his heart. Snape embraced Harry's wand with his left hand, as to secure it against his chest, and simultaneously held up his own wand, point upwards, next to Harry's left side, and Harry felt his hand grip it. The were locked together in a final exchange.
"I always loved her you know. And that love extended to you Harry, whether you believe it or not. I have always looked out for you." Snape let out a sigh of repent mixed with resolve.
"But this, this is bigger than you or me, or even Lily" With those words Harry saw how he tightened the grip of Harry's wand and slightly loosened the grip of the Elder one. There was a moment of silence, the momentary poetic stillness that strikes a warrior before his righteous suicide.
He looked deep into Harry's eyes.
"At least this way I get to see those beautiful emerald eyes again" Harry knew his next phrase in this conversation, he knew it, he hated it, but regardless he knew it all too well.
"Don't blame yourself, Potter" And now Harry could feel the musculature in his jaws flex, he felt his lungs provide him with the air to utter it, the phrase he thought he'd never say.
"Avada Kedavra" Sounded Harry's emotionless voice.
The jolt of sizzling greenly luminescent energy shot from his wand, and he saw the light of Snape's life leave his eyes, for real this time, with a flicker of faint green light. The kinetic force in itself thrust Snape's left side outwards, collapsing his dead body with the chin to the floor, allowing his unseeing eyes to gaze out over the floor outwards from him.
Harry himself was also thrust backwards, from the tension of repent that was consuming every cell of his body. Finally, was he allowed to let out a cry of despair;
"Nooooo!" He yelled, only to be able to express his powerlessness. And as he raised his hands, to cover his face from the grim reality, he noticed the new wand set firmly in his left hand. Without Harry even paying attention to it had they exchanged wands. Harry's own wand lay in Snapes death grip, crumbling into ash upon the perish of it's final act. And in Harry's hand was the Elder Wand, humming with violent omnipotent energy, pleased in every aspect with it's new master. Harry looked at it and anticipated it's ultimate desire. There was a legacy for him to fulfil.
End of Saga I, He who pulls the puppets' strings.
I will complement this with a second and third saga, each connected, so stay tuned! :D
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