Disclaimer: I'm not J. K. Rowling, sigh, I do not own Harry Potter, in my dreams however...

A/N: This is just a random drabble that's been playing on my mind for weeks, I wrote it very quickly and I really hope you enjoy it.


The curse

"No…" The raven-haired boy backed up against his bed, paling as the witch advanced on him. "You…you said you wouldn't do it again."

An evil laugh pierced the room. "I lied," the witch replied, still moving towards the bespectacled young man.

"Please…please don't…"

"No. It's too late for begging. I'm going to do to you, what you did to me."

The witch's wand seemed to appear from nowhere and the boy knew that he had no chance of dodging the horrific spell, let alone casting his own.

"Rictusempra!"

The jet of silver light flew into Harry's chest, his legs buckled and breathing was soon to be a difficulty.

"Her…mi…one! It re-really tickles!"

Hermione collapsed into giggles as Harry Potter (The-boy-who-lived, youngest Quidditch seeker of the century, Defeater-of-Voldemort an all that jazz) lay twitching at her feet, completely defenseless and in a fit of laughter.

At that moment, Ronald Weasley entered the room, taking in the sight of his two best friends, both crying with laughter, (though Harry's seemed to be more forced), he let out a small chuckle.

"'Ya know, mate, if only You-Know-Who had tried the Tickling Charm instead of the Killing Curse, that final battle would'a been a completely different story!"

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