A.U. Harry Potter, where every wand is substituted by guns ; every magic broomstick by Vespas ; quidditch by urban fights ; and fizzing whizbees, jelly slugs, acid pops… by drugs.
‘He will not come back,’ repeated Nick. ‘He will have … gone on.’
‘What d’you mean, “gone on”?’ said Harry quickly. ‘Gone on where? Listen—what happens when you die, anyway? Where do you go? Why doesn’t everyone come back? Why isn’t this place full of ghosts? Why—?’
‘I cannot answer,’ said Nick.
Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.