Chapter 6: The End of all things.

Warning: It's gonna get really cracky. A perfect end for a more then cracky fic. It'll be easier to read but keeping in tradition of this thing's dreadfulness, I'll not be bringing my A game.

AN: I have decided to just finish this thing before t haunts me forever.

Over the months after the Second Task, Harry decided to stop procrastinating at last and went down to the Chamber of Secrets to collect Basilisk fangs. Afterwards, he Hermione, Luna and Fleur left the school to hunt the Hocruxes. They collected the one in Grimmauld Place first where Luna got too friendly with a cursed protection of the locket Regulus had placed; she died of strangulation not long after they arrived. Since she made practically no impact whatsoever, Harry didn't really care.

Afterwards, Harry, Hermione and Fleur went to the Gaunt Shack. Here, Fleur was not very smart and picked up Marvolo's Ring despite Harry's warning. She died from the curse within the hor. But again, she hadn't played much of a true impact so Harry didn't care.

Next was the Lestrange Vault in Gringotts. Since everyone except Harry and Hermione are fucking idiots in this, the Goblins didn't stop them from simply strolling down to the vault, destroying Hufflepuff's cup and leaving without so much as a "How do you do?"

Finally, since Harry knew Nagini wasn't a Horcrux yet, the Diadem was the only one left. It took all of five minutes to locate and destroy it. However, Lily had followed Harry and ended up getting her life drained by the Diadem before Harry destroyed it.

In an afternoon, Harry had lost two wives and 4/5 of Voldemort's soul, all in all, a perfect day for the mental health of the readers of this thing. Now all he had to do was wait for the final task.

When the day of the final task dawned, Harry awoke in his Scrooge McDuck vault beneath whatever property he decided to sleep in that night and apparated back to Hogwarts. He enjoyed his full English Breakfast and headed down to the Quidditch Pitch for a quick fly around with Krum and Cedric, enjoying themselves (and getting a look at the maze) before a loud whistle shrieked through the air, calling them down to a small clearing where Dumbledore was standing in front of the students and faculty.

"WELCOME TO THE FINAL TASK!" Dumbledore said calmly. "EARLIER, THE CUP WAS PLACED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAZE!" Dumbledore continued, his voice perfectly subdued. "HARRY WILL GO FIRST WITH CEDRIC AND RUM WILL FOILLOW 5 MINUTES LAER. BEGIN!" Dumbledore finished, definitely not shouting according to Warner Bros.

At once, Harry, Cedric and Krum headed into the maze and started blasting through the hedges until they reached the centre where the cup stood waiting for them. Harry, being the perfect, flawless hero, grabbed the portkey and disappeared to the Graveyard to fight Voldemort.

He landed hard in the Graveyard. Being the awesome hero, Harry effortlessly disarmed Wormtail and knocked him out, leaving Voldemort on the floor in his snake faced baby form. Harry walked over to him. "You know, getting Mary Sue powers really made this too easy. Goodbye, Tom."

Voldemort looked confused as Harry dropped him onto his giant stone cauldron and boiled him like a lobster. Our hero, ladies and gentlemen.

He picked up the portkey and returned to Hogwarts and finial fulfilled that damned prophesy which was only valid in the first place because of idiocy on someone's part.

A couple of centuries later, the Muggle Government looked into their gold supply to find it had been severely drained by the Ministry of Magic and put in one place.

Immediately, they mobilised to capture their gold back. As it was unlawful, the Wizarding World fought back, starting a Civil War which eventually spread as both sides called in global alliances, starting World War 3. Eventually, nuclear weapons were fired, frying the entire planet.

After that, Harry had to endure an eternity of getting chewed out by Abiigail. It seemed motherhood had made her even angrier at him, not to mention she'd only just avoided being fired!

Harry's eternity was not peaceful, but that's what happens when you're in a fic written by an inexperienced 16 year old with only a basic grasp on writing.

THE END.

A/N: There we go, it's done, out the way. I think my original plan was to go to 7th year, but I am not doing that, this was the only passion I had left for this thing. I hope you enjoyed its terribleness. From now on, I will certainly do better.