8Naraku's Phoenix: Well, it's been a good run, everybody. Hope you enjoy the epilogue for what it's worth. It just came to me, I swear.
Disclaimer: And for the last time in this fic, I get to say this: I don't own Harry Potter or Hitchhikers…you can leave me alone now.
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Chapter 9: Epilogue
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Hagrid's been declared legally insane…centaurs…going to destroy us all…lazy merpeople…Myrtle's new crush…poor Hufflepuff team…where the hell are Harry, Ron, and Hermione?…Tillyfloot…document databases…Brother Neville…Time Eddy…Marvin…GIANT HEAD!
"NO!" screamed J.K. Rowling. Her thoughts were jumbled and a headache took its root as she shot up from her bed. She'd had an uneasy sleep and even though she couldn't remember all the details of what she dreamt, she had a pretty strong feeling it was a nightmare of sorts.
"What's wrong, honey?" asked her husband groggily at her side. He rubbed as much sleep out of his eyes as he could and sat himself up to comfort his wife.
"Oh, it was horrible!" J.K. exclaimed, "A robot with this HUGE head came down from outer space and ended up in Hogwarts where he made everybody go mentally insane except Neville who wants to be a monk and then he translated something off of a rock that accidentally insulted the vampires making Scrimgeour declare war and-" she abruptly stopped.
"…yes…and then what? Say…are you alright?" her husband inquired.
"I don't know, dear," replied J.K., "but…I'm feeling exceptionally depressed all of a sudden."
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"Say, Eddie?" whispered Zaphod to the overly cheerful computer.
"Yes, Mr. President?" Eddie whispered back.
"You, er, notice anything different about Marvin lately?"
"Why…no, no I haven't!" chirped the computer, "What's going on; should we be worried?"
"Perhaps," responded Zaphod's right head, then his left head finished whispering, "But…I'm a little more frightened than worried."
Marvin sat at an old roll top desk that appeared out of nowhere on the opposite end of the room with his back turned to Zaphod and Eddie. Papers crumpled, stacked, and strewn engulfed the space around his being as the android continued scribbling furiously across the stretches of never ending paper. Here are the lines to his final excerpt:
And lo and behold, it had passed. Harry's death had not come as a complete shock…for to take Voldemort down in the end, He, too, had to fall. Every year on the anniversary of his demise, old friends far and wide would come to his grave and honor his memory by paying their respects. There, they would retell the tale to a new generation of magick, making the world, not necessarily any more sense, but a more peaceful place all around. May the Dragon's Secret…live on!
"Alas!" exclaimed Marvin holding up his latest pages to the sky, "The seventh book is finally," he took a moment to pause dramatically, "COMPLETED!"
El Fin