The Fall of Lord Voldemort: A prequel to Stupid Girl
A/N: Well I tried right? Ahh it's a bit¼ shorter than I had hoped but this is just a prequel. I swear that the next chapter of Stupid Girl will be longer! Anyway thanks to my reviewers and beta reader!! R&R
When Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, the magical world was immediately upturned. The quick defeat of the dark lord led to very little deaths, thankfully. Although there were little deaths, Salem Institute Of Witchcraft and Wizardry was no more.
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Harry sat at the edge of a rock that jutted into the Pacific Ocean, thinking. He was now in America, in the Pacific Northwest where Voldemort was suspected to be. There had been reported killings, the Dark Mark plastered in the sky many times, bewildering muggles. It was time for action. Of course, Harry had to come to stop Lord Voldemort before things went too far. The time had come.
"Well well well¼ if it isn't Harry Potter right before my eyes." The solid form of Lord Voldemort came in view, with his loyal death eaters trailing him.
"It would be a shame if, well if he just disappeared, wouldn't it?" The dark lord cackled in a evil tone and said "Potter you will be near your filthy mudblood mother soon enough." His face contorted into an evil grin, his crooked nose flaring and his red eyes gleaming. You could see the hatred in Harry's eyes, suddenly firing up despite their normal cool deep green color. He lifted his wand into the air, but before he could say the words that would bring Harry Potter to his doom, a mysterious figure came out of the shadows.
"Crucio!" a voice screamed. The person's wand pointed straight at Voldemort. He writhed in pain on the ground, twitching every few seconds. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, only the whites of his eyes freakishly stood out amongst the ghastly pale skin. The final moment was about to take place, but...
"Avada Ke-" The mysterious figure began the final curse, but the death eaters were too quick. The curse had already been thrown at the figure. The body fell dead on the ground. One person was quick enough. Only one person. That one person was Harry Potter. He was quick enough to perform the wretched curse onto Voldemort. As if on cue, fifty aurors came and shouted curses into every direction. Into the distance you could see the Salem school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Normally bustling and noisy, now closed because of the recent sightings of Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy, one of the death eaters threw a curse out of the air. "Disintegro!" He screamed with fury. The curse was aimed for one of the Aurors, but he suddenly ducked down and out of the way. The powerful curse then instead was blasted straight at the school. A few seconds later it was gone. The spell hit it with so much force it was blasted apart. Pieces of the building were strewn about and flames engulfed the entire building. The crimson flames burst up into the sky like firecrackers making a beautiful show. There were gasps of shock from the many aurors and from the death eaters; there were yelps of joy.
But Voldemort was dead.
Harry was alive.
And that's all that mattered.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Please R&R. Sorry it's a little short¼ Thanks to my beta.