The Year That Shouldn't Exist

Oh, we're about to break reality.

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Year Seven at Hogwarts was supposed to be a war.

The Ministry would fall.

Death Eaters would take over Hogwarts.

Harry would hunt Horcruxes while on the run.

Voldemort would become the ultimate final boss.

It was supposed to be chaotic.

So, naturally…

None of that happened.

Because Voldemort had no Horcruxes.

Because Hogwarts was still completely normal.

Because Harry had no reason to drop out.

Instead…

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all came back for their final year.

Like it was just another school year.

And I?

I was trying very, very hard not to laugh.

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Voldemort's Midlife Crisis

Let's check in on Voldemort.

He had:

No Horcruxes.

No backup plan.

No clue what was happening.

And he was still alive, which should have been impossible.

Somewhere, in some creepy hideout, Voldemort was probably staring at a wall, trying to figure out why the universe hated him.

Bellatrix: "My Lord, should we attack Hogwarts?"

Voldemort: "No. Something is wrong. I must think."

He wasn't just losing.

He was paranoid.

And that was so much worse.

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The Death Eaters' Worst Year Ever

Normally, this year would have been their greatest triumph.

Instead, they had:

No Ministry control.

No Hogwarts takeover.

No reason to exist.

Lucius Malfoy, once a confident Death Eater, was spiraling.

"My Lord," he asked one night, "what are we doing?"

Voldemort, who had been staring into the void for hours, just whispered, "I don't know."

Bellatrix tried to kill some random people to "make a statement."

But…

No one noticed.

Because there was no war.

No rebellion.

No prophecy.

Just… nothing.

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Dumbledore, The Ultimate Detective

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts…

Dumbledore was gone.

He had left Hogwarts to find answers.

Which meant one thing:

He was looking for me.

I wasn't worried… but I was definitely on high alert.

Because if anyone could break the illusion…

It was him.

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Harry Potter's Best Year Ever

With no war, no Horcrux hunt, and no life-threatening danger…

Harry Potter was just a normal student.

He was:

Top of his class.

Absolutely destroying Quidditch.

Finally dating Ginny, stress-free.

Hermione? Relaxed for the first time in her life.

Ron? Not having an existential crisis for once.

Everything was too perfect.

And that's when I knew…

Something was about to go wrong.

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Dumbledore Returns… And He Knows.

One evening, Dumbledore finally returned.

He walked into the Great Hall, silent and unreadable.

Everyone cheered.

Except me.

Because the moment he looked at me…

I knew he had figured something out.

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The Confrontation

A few nights later, he found me in the library.

"Miss [FMC]," he said, sitting across from me. "Do you believe in destiny?"

I tilted my head. "That's a weird question, Professor."

He chuckled. "Perhaps. But indulge me."

I shrugged. "I think people make their own fate."

He smiled. "A wise answer. Tell me… have you ever felt that the world does not work as it should?"

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore leaned in.

"Every event, every prophecy, every story—they all follow a pattern. A balance. A rhythm."

His blue eyes twinkled—too sharp, too knowing.

"And yet, this year… that rhythm has been broken."

I kept my face neutral. "Weird coincidence, huh?"

He hummed. "Perhaps. But tell me, Miss [FMC]... If one were to remove all obstacles before they even appeared, if one were to shift the course of fate so carefully that no one could see it…"

He smiled.

"Wouldn't that make them the most powerful witch of all?"

I froze.

Dumbledore knew.

He didn't know how, but he knew I was responsible.

And he was testing me.

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The Final Choice

"So tell me," he said softly. "Do you believe in destiny?"

I could lie.

I could pretend.

Or…

I could have some fun.

I smiled.

"No, Professor," I said. "I don't."

He studied me for a long time.

Then… he chuckled.

And that's when I realized—

Dumbledore wasn't going to stop me.

He just wanted to know.

He leaned back. "Fascinating."

And then, just like that, he left.

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The End of the Story That Never Happened

There was no Battle of Hogwarts.

No Final Duel.

No Epic Conclusion.

Harry graduated.

Voldemort disappeared, still trying to figure out what went wrong.

The wizarding world moved on.

And me?

I just enjoyed the chaos I left behind.

The End.