Calling Death
Have you ever asked yourself what will happen when death meets Voldemort and his deatheaters? Not, really? I did so and because of that I took them out of the Harry Potter books. Afterwards I called death by nearly killing myself – death must not know that I never want really to do so.
Then I took the two parts and locked them into an empty room together. Want you know what happen after? I'll tell you.
The death looked at Voldemort and suddenly the atmosphere in the room went cold, so cold that the breath out of the many mouths – from the looked-in-ones – freeze. With a dark, smooth voice death said: "Now we finally meet again you goddamned snake-face. One time you made it and escaped my scythe but that wouldn't happen again. You know that I'm not only mad at you because of your escape also I'm pissed because you called your slaves deatheater! As if they will ever be able to eat me! I'M THE DEATH THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!!! Now you better run or otherwise you're HEAD IS MINE!" screamed the death the last two sentences and took his scythe from other space and stepped slowly step by step nearer to Voldemort.
Voldemort was speechless but instead of trying to escape with his magic the snake-face shrilly screamed:" DEATHEATERS! FIGHT! KILL HIM!"
Poor, crazy, old Voldi that was the worst thing he could have done. It must have been the shortest fight in history. Only seconds after it started all deatheaters were dead – which irony.
With a last desperate try Voldemort tried to Avada Kedrava the death and in the next moment you could saw Voldi's head flowing slowly from his neck down to the dusty floor. It was cut off by death's scythe in only one blow.
End.
---- my second short fanfiction, because my best friend said i should write something with ca. 300 words.
--- maybe someone left a review... because I'm try do get better...
and try to write longer stories, but totime I'm not that good, especially my english.
so may you have a tip for me?