George Lucas Conference Final: Chapter XXVI

Harry Potter stands alone in the street.  He looks at the carnage littered about his being.  A screeching is heard and he prepares himself for death at the hands of the Phoenix Force.  For the line drawn in the sand, he is no longer the Harry Potter that started the match.  He is no longer the hero of the stories.  He is a vitriolic warrior that has taken the lives of many much more qualified to survive than he.  He stretches his arms in an embrace as the Phoenix Force soars at him.  Superman, at the last second, engulfs Potter with both his body and cape as the Phoenix Force careens over the duo. 

Potter:  Thank you, Superman.

Superman:  Thank you, Potter. You have been an essential component of our match today and will be even more in our victory.

Potter steps away from Superman, somewhat embarrassed at the compliment.

Potter:  Appreciate it, sir.

Potter’s face suddenly emits a stunned look as he looks down to see a hand through his chest.  Blood gurgles from Potter’s mouth.  Eradicator wrenches his arm from Potter’s chest cavity, smiles and flies away.  Superman, too stunned at the turn of events, shouts at the top of his lungs.