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Chapter 1: The 11th Hour

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"


The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, not tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last.

It was because of this chaos, this jubilant celebration of victory that no one saw when the assassin's blade struck. In the press of friends and family, Harry's euphoria from his victory was shattered by a sharp pain suddenly appearing in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a dagger with a dark air about it protruding from his chest. He never saw it coming. He never saw who struck the blow during this, the eleventh hour. It was his moment of victory. Everything was supposed to finally get better. And yet, the dagger in his chest said otherwise.

As his vision faded to black, and a piercing scream was heard over the celebrations of victory, Harry had one final thought: Well…that sucks.

A/N: The first part of this is taken directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Thirty-six. The second part beginning with the assassin's blade is original, although I am sure it has been done by someone in one or more of the thousands of HP fanfics. If someone else has used this idea I am not aware of who you are and sorry if this offends you. I will make a point of giving credit to authors I borrow ideas from as well as requesting their permission to use their ideas. Any other similarities to other fanfics that may appear is simply coincidence. I will strive to be as original as possible in my writing, although this fanfic will draw from Harry Potter and The Gamer for inspiration and will borrow the S.P.E.C.I.A.L. idea from Fallout. The only reason I don't have this listed as a xover is because while The Gamer and Fallout may be sources of inspiration, those universes won't interact with or influence the Harry Potter AU I am creating. For any who may comment that there is hardly any original content here, the first chapter is more of a prologue, and future chapters will not use verbatim text from the Harry Potter books as a means of progressing the story. Obviously, there may be scenarios similar to moments in the HP books, but they will be done in original ways. This story is intended to be AU and Harry and perhaps others will be OOC. Also, this is my first fanfic, so please be kind and remember to R/R to help me improve!