A Spell Miscast
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that right is reserved for the lovely J.K. Rowling, who did a much better job of him than I ever could.
AN: I apologize for not posting in a while, but I had absolutely no idea what to do with The Wizard, The Veela, and The Tournament, I regret to inform you that it is now on hiatus until I figure out what to do with it. On a brighter note, I have had a few good ideas for other stories and will hopefully be able to write and post them soon.
Summary: On the night of Voldemort's resurrection, Harry messes up a spell, hilarity follows. One-shot.
Harry ran, the night was not going how he had hoped, it was supposed to be the end of this bloody tournament after all, but after he and Cedric had touched the bloody cup they were taken to a graveyard, and all hell broke loose. When they landed Cedric had hit his head and passed out. Luckily, Wormtail had not noticed him, just Harry, whom he knocked out and tied to a headstone.
When Harry awoke, Wormtail took his blood to resurrect Voldemort. Unfortunately for Harry, the horrors didn't end there. After calling his servants to himself, Voldemort had forced Harry to duel. Harry did very well considering the circumstances, and had managed to start running to get back to the cup and Cedric. That is when his luck ran out.
He tripped and fell, busting his lip in the process. That was when the Death Eaters caught up him. Luckily or unluckily, Voldemort had demanded to kill Harry himself, but the Death Eaters had made a mistake, they forgot to take Harry's wand from him.
In one final act of desperation, Harry cast Avada Kadavera, an unforgivable spell that caused instant death and punishable by life in prison. Or at least, he tried to. His bust lip had caused his "Avada Kedavera" to come out as "Abera Kadabera", a common muggle magician saying. This had unusual effects. The spell, for it was a spell, affected all of the Death Eaters present, turning them into rabbits. Not scary, giant rabbits, but small and fluffy white bunnies like a magician would pull out of a hat. They then all disappeared, a look of surprise on their bunny faces. It was even worse for Voldemort, however, as he was transformed into a sock, a very, very smelly bright pink sock.
Suddenly, a loud pop echoed throughout the graveyard, and Dobby appeared. "The great Harry Potter has given Dobby a sock", Dobby exclaimed, "Dobby loves socks, Harry Potter sir is a great wizard!", and with that he put on Voldesock and popped away. Harry was very confused, but he shrugged it off, grabbed Cedric, and portkeyed back to Hogwarts. Once there, he tried to tell them what happened, but nobody believed him. After all, who would, he could barely believe it himself.
Voldemort never returned, and lived out the rest of his existence as a sock on a very eccentric house elf's foot, never to be seen again. As for the Death Eaters, they lived out the rest of their days as the class pets of some very excited muggle kindergarteners, always surrounded by that which they hated most, muggle children.
AN: Again I apologize for not posting in a while and beg your forgiveness. Hopefully I will have the first chapter of my new story out by the end of holiday break (January 4th), but I make no promises. Always remember folks, eat your vegetables, get an education, and never get your foot stuck in a blender
~dragonMSTR