Authors Note: Hi everyone, just a quick note to say this is my first story, inspired by my love of games and other author's pieces of amazing fiction (Chunin Exam Day has to be one of my favourites!).
I won't be uploading often due to the fact I don't do deadlines very well, and if I give up on the story I'm sorry. For now it's just a funny plot bunny that won't leave me alone.
Enjoy reading, and feel free to leave a review (even if it's just a spelling error)!
Victor

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, Harry Potter is brilliant masterpiece of JK Rowling.

Prologue – Game Over

"Stay with me until it's over? Please?"
"Of course, darling. We won't leave until you do."
Harry looked into the sad, smiling face of his parents and his chest ached, as if someone were tightening iron bands around his heart. 'Not long now Harry, not long and you'll join them'
"Course Pronglet, we've got nowhere else to be." Sirius, ever trying to lighten the mood, joked.
The washed out figure of Lupin smiled warmly at Harry, and nodded to agree. "Nowhere else we'd rather be either, Harry."

Throwing the silken Cloak of Invisibility over his shoulders, he took his first few steps into the Forbidden Forest for what would be the last time, the ethereal figures of his most precious people following in his wake. The Stone of Resurrection warmed his chilled fingers and he pressed it close to his chest before slipping it into his pocket. The warmth helped his heavy legs step forward to what he knew would be his end.

"Does it hurt?" Harry whispered, looking over his invisible shoulder to his parents.
"Not even a little, Harry, as easy as falling to sleep." Lily reassured, reaching out to touch Harry's messy nest of hair. Harry could almost believe the touch was real and he sank into it, before a gentle breath of wind broke the moment.

The party travelled in silence as they descended further and further into the gloomy forest, but Harry didn't mind. There was nothing more to be said now.

"They're just up ahead now, in that clearing." James pointed just ahead to a gap in the heavy treeline. He moved to stand in front of Harry. "We're so proud of you son, and we're sorry you had to be the one. Remember, we won't go, we're right here, by your side, always."
Harry's throat constricted painfully as he tried to say something, and settled for what he hoped was a strong nod – but a fat tear fell from behind his glasses and he knew he must have looked anything but strong.

Quickly, he wiped away the moisture and pulled the hood over his head, becoming completely imperceptible to all but maybe Alastor Moody. The ghostly figures vanished from his sight, but he knew they were still watching. Still with him, always.

Harry made a conscious effort not to disturb the ground as he walked into the clearing, avoiding any twigs. Yet somehow, Voldemort knew.

"He'sss hereee…" The ghastly parody of a man calling himself Voldemort hissed in glee. Something akin to a smile stretched his features, showing yellowed, decaying teeth.
"Come out Potty… Come to us!" Bellatrix tauntingly sang, before a sharp look from her Master caused her to quieten and flinch; like a dog being scolded.

Harry took in a deep breath, and removed his cloak in one motion, letting it pool around his feet like a satin puddle. 'Wonder if they noticed that they can't see my feet?'
Harry looked up and met the satisfied crimson gaze of the Dark Lord as the forest erupted into feral screams and howls of victory from all Death Eaters present. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, perhaps the only two who chose to remain quiet.

"Eyes on me, Potter… I want to see your face before I kill you. I want to see the light leave your eyes." Voldemort commanded as he held up a pale, bony hand to quell the bloodthirsty cries. Harry clenched his jaw tightly and kept his eyes locked onto Voldemorts – not to give him the satisfaction of watching his 'lights' go out, but to show him he wasn't afraid of the crazy old bastard.

"Tonight, my most loyal Death Eater's, you shall witness the demise of The-Boy-Who-Lived" Voldemort allowed a few dry chuckles to rumble around the group before continuing. "Harry… your death marks my true beginning as the next ruler of all of wizard kind, you who thwarted me at every turn, who time and time again, evaded all my trapsss... and to think; all I had to do was ask you to come and here you are." This time cruel laughter rang through the forest at such a level not even a hand from the Dark Lord could contain.

Finally swallowing the lump in his throat, Harry replied. "Yes," The noise suddenly stopped. "Here I am. Are you going to get on with it or are you planning to talk me to death?" Outraged screams following his words and Harry couldn't help but smile a little bit, though it vanished when he saw Riddles face.

"Harry, Harry, so eager to die..." Tom purred, fingering the Elder wand before pointing it right at him. "As I am the most merciful master... I'll give you your wish." Harry noticed Voldemorts hand shaking. 'Is he excited or nervous or something?'

But the slight look of confusion on the Dark Lords face told him something wasn't quite going to plan.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And it that moment, everything changed.

The Elder wand knew who its true Master was, and would not harm him. In the moment Tom cast the Killing Curse, the wand wrenched free from his grip, turned in mid-air to face the caster and thus, the sickly green curse slammed into the Dark Lords body. Tom was dead before he even had time to realise what he'd done.

Harry, even though he could barely register what just happened, his reflexes stepped in and he caught the Elder wand. Years of Quidditch definitely hadn't gone to waste. For the first time in decades, the Deathly Hallows were reunited – the Stone in Harry's pocket, the Cloak over his feet and the Wand in his hand. A ripple of scorching, raw power surged through his body, making him shudder.

Harry had but a second before the first spell came flying towards him.

The remaining Death Eaters (for some had fled immediately at the demise of their Master) launched a multitude of curses at the boy – ranging from the Avada Kedavra to Bombarda.
Flashes of spells hit the boy continually, mixing together until the whole clearing exploded in a kaleidoscope of sound and colour and magic, utterly obliterating everything that remained of Harry Potter.

Those that found the smoking clearing later found no trace of a wand, a stone, a cloak or Harry Potter. All they found were the smoking remains of various Death Eaters and the corpse of Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Harry Potter was dead, as was the Dark Lord. The Light had won, and they mourned the loss of their hero, and some prayed he still lived.

Harry meanwhile, instead of being re-united with his parents and loved ones in the afterlife, was confronted with something very different.

Two single words in a world of endless darkness.

Game Over.