"Avada Kedavra!" screams one.
"Expelliarmus!" bellows the other, our hero.
Three words in all, but a world hanging in the balance.
A world of suffering,
Or of life.
The Golden Dawn soaring in through the window.
A foreshadowing of what to come.
A foreshadowing of a brand-new world.
A world of happiness.
Of life.
Of no Voldemort.
Of no suffering.
And as the Golden Dawn comes through the window,
The Elder Wand refuses to kill its master, Harry Potter,
And, with all horcruxes destroyed,
Turns back on the one that tries to use it.
And all rejoice
In the Golden Dawn.