Epilogue

The war was over. At least, that's what Nott, Justin, Blaise, Ginny, Fred, Petunia, and Vernon thought when, after an interminable wait, Dobby came to get them out of the unstable air pocket spared by the landslide where they had taken refuge.

However, they were the only ones to think so. Voldemort had learned from his first defeat, and this time, he had ensured that his power would not vanish with him. Despite his disappearance, the war in Europe continued for another two years. All over, the dark lord's supporters, convinced of their master's imminent return and fearing the revenge of their victims in case of defeat, continued the fight. Terrible famines ravaged Asia, causing a total of 500 million deaths on their own. In reaction to the misery, hatred, and lies he had sown around the globe, revolutions broke out with no result other than a return to square one. Useless wars, from which each of the belligerents emerged as losers, were declared, and diseases that everyone thought had disappeared reappeared.

When the dust settled, the world had become unrecognizable. Russia, which was despised by its neighbors because of the years of domination it had subjected them to and was in full disintegration when the war of darkness broke out, was now the world's leading power. United by a common enemy, endowed with unparalleled prestige and a vast industry that the war had allowed to revive, it stood as a beacon in the night against the rest of the devastated world.

The USA had entered a period of intense political turmoil following the discovery of their president's corpse and the loss of their entire nuclear arsenal (which had been deactivated in disasters over the Pacific after terrorist wizards attempted to launch them). Some refer to this period of several years as a cold civil war, marked by successive killings and destruction, before the inquisition and the army of God were definitively defeated.

In the rest of the world, borders had been completely redrawn and the losses remained incalculable (or rather, no one dared to calculate them yet).

However, for the first time in their history, the different communities (witches, magical creatures, and muggles) spoke to each other as equals, united by the goal of rebuilding a world they now knew they had to share. Everything was not rosy. Old hatreds persisted, and cohabitation sometimes proved difficult. But each time, the memory of those terrible years and the fear of their return forced them to make compromises until a new generation was born for whom peaceful coexistence was a given.

Oh and for the last time, Nott and Justin remained just friends. They lived a long and beautiful straight life, completely ignoring the meaning of the word Yaoi. Okay, on the day of victory, they kissed. But they were so drunk that they didn't remember it. Don't judge. They were 15 years old and they had just saved the world!

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Author's note: That's the end.

Thanks to the stats, I know that a little over a hundred people read this story to the end. I thank you immensely for supporting me up to this point.However, I am curious to know how much you enjoyed it, so leave me a review. Is it the best fanfic in the entire universe or just the best fanfic of all time?

More seriously, if there are things you didn't like, I would also like to know, so I can correct myself. I promise if you criticize me, I won't come to your house in the middle of the night armed with a knife (I'll come in broad daylight, it's more polite).

Otherwise, as indicated on my profile, I have already started writing a sequel to this story. Not a volume 5, but a sequel. That is to say, a story with its own plot, stakes, and character arcs, which can be appreciated independently, but takes place in the same universe and features some of the same characters. The 4 volumes of Harry Dursley form a single, complete story with a beginning, middle, and a closed ending.

To keep you waiting, I will now publish an Animorph fanfic that I have already completely written. I'll see you in two weeks for the first chapter of: "My name is Thevenin".

If you like my work, I invite you to try reading it, even if you don't like Animorphs. First, because I tried to ensure that even someone who doesn't know Animorphs can understand and appreciate my story, but especially because I consider it a more successful story than Harry Dursley. At the same time, it's normal, because I wrote it after having benefited from everything I learned while writing this fanfic (and if you reread volume 1 of Harry Dursley, you'll see that my writing has changed a lot).

Author's note 2: I would like to thank my beta Miss-Gotthelf-Snape without whom this story would not have been quite the same (especially volume 4). In addition to correcting spelling mistakes, her encyclopedic knowledge of the HP universe allowed me to improve it. Thanks to her.

Editor's note: Please, I liked your story, it just needed a little push to bring it up, that's all. However, if you don't post the off-topic Voldemort in Paris, I'll find you to kill you with a paper napkin! Your readers have the right to enjoy it!