FRED AND GEORGE SAVE HARRY'S LIFE
He walked, his hair ruffled in the wind.
He was not following the path that thousands of pairs of feet had worn visible, however, but instead he chose to walk round the dangerous bit, round the cliff edge and up towards a stone platform, jutting out of the cliff like a knife.
He was suddenly surrounded by the night sky, the clouds scattered, leaving much sky clear for stars to shine through...
He remembered his wife, Cho, who was at home, knowing nothing. He remembered the letter he had written, the last words she was ever going to get from him...
He stepped along the platform, the deep ravine below him, as if he was walking on a floating rock...
'So, you have come to challenge me for the last time?' an unearthly voice asked...mocking him...
'Yes.' Harry replied. He had come to end the terror, the hate, the deaths...countless deaths...
He saw his mother's face etched in his mind. He was doing this for her, for every soul that had died at this man's hands...
Voldemort stepped closer to Harry, smiling, twirling his wand in his fingers...
'Pity...you could have chosen to stand by me and be great...instead you choose the noble path and die...'
He stepped back suddenly, drawing his wand in front of him, Harry doing the same. Voldemort was the first to speak.
'Avada Kedav –'
Suddenly his wand turned into a rubber haddock.
'Shit!' he shouted.
Fred and George walked onto the set, laughing.
'Just our little joke, Tom...' said Fred.
'Ok, take two starting in five minutes!' shouted the director.
He walked, his hair ruffled in the wind.
He was not following the path that thousands of pairs of feet had worn visible, however, but instead he chose to walk round the dangerous bit, round the cliff edge and up towards a stone platform, jutting out of the cliff like a knife.
He was suddenly surrounded by the night sky, the clouds scattered, leaving much sky clear for stars to shine through...
He remembered his wife, Cho, who was at home, knowing nothing. He remembered the letter he had written, the last words she was ever going to get from him...
He stepped along the platform, the deep ravine below him, as if he was walking on a floating rock...
'So, you have come to challenge me for the last time?' an unearthly voice asked...mocking him...
'Yes.' Harry replied. He had come to end the terror, the hate, the deaths...countless deaths...
He saw his mother's face etched in his mind. He was doing this for her, for every soul that had died at this man's hands...
Voldemort stepped closer to Harry, smiling, twirling his wand in his fingers...
'Pity...you could have chosen to stand by me and be great...instead you choose the noble path and die...'
He stepped back suddenly, drawing his wand in front of him, Harry doing the same. Voldemort was the first to speak.
'Avada Kedav –'
Suddenly his wand turned into a rubber haddock.
'Shit!' he shouted.
Fred and George walked onto the set, laughing.
'Just our little joke, Tom...' said Fred.
'Ok, take two starting in five minutes!' shouted the director.