Damn You, Potter!
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Nymphadora Tonks was having a bad day. Not her worst but bad nonetheless. After Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort she was in charge of clean-up duty. Sure she was glad that Old Snake face finally decided to kick the bucket, but did he really have to do it so messily?
Flashback
Wind was blowing everywhere, lights flashing and malicious high pitched laughter permeated the air. Harry and Voldemort were dueling for the last time. They both knew it.
Voldemort laughed once more as Harry got hit by the Cruciatus Curse.
"Potter, your time is up. Any last words from the great and noble Boy-Who-Lived?"
Harry looked up as the curse was lifted as stared Voldemort in the eye. " Just two. Pulsus Sursum!"
With that Lord Voldemort died with quite the bang. Literately.
End Flashback
The spell that Harry Potter had used caused made Moldymort to blow up. Pieces of the Dark Tosser were spread for miles around. The only person that didn't mind was Professor Sprout, Hogwarts Herbology teacher. It was discovered that because of all the rituals Voldemort put himself through, he was a great fertilizer for Devils Snare and other dark thriving plants. A few plants even started to mutate and Sprout war having the time of her life documenting them and their rather odd characteristics.
Unfortunately left Tonks and her team of Aurors to pick up the mess. By Hand. Why Cleaning Charms, Vanishing Charms, even Summoning Charms didn't work she did not know but she did know that is had to be picked up. Dementors, Boggarts, Hell, even a few Trolls were drawn to Hogwarts because of the mess Slit-Nose left behind.
Nymphadora Tonks recast the Bubble-Head Charm around her nose and mouth wishing she could be anywhere but here.
"Damn you, Potter! Haven't you ever heard of Avada Kadavra?" A few Aurors who were near her just nodded in agreement.