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I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, and "Hickory Dickory Dock" is not mine either, it is a children's rhyme.
Liz
Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock,
Ron watched quietly in the shadows as Hermione fell to the ground, her body convulsing in pain. The red eyes that stared at her twitching body lightened with mirth and a high-pitched cackle resounded through the room. Lord Voldemort held his wand; his long fingers caressing the wood like a mother would caress the skin of her baby's cheek.
"Hey, Riddle," Ron barely notice himself stand up and call to the man torturing his wife. "Quit it."
The mouse went up the clock.
The Dark Lord turned his serpentine eyes upon the redhead. He sneered as the young man bravely approached the flinching girl, lying broken and bleeding on the stone floor of the Dark Lord's current throne room.
"Don't you dare touch her," the youngest Weasley son screamed as He-who-must-not-b-named pointed his wand at the aching girl.
"I wasn't planning on it," the Dark Lord smirked before he muttered the two words that would end the Boy-who-lives sidekick's life.
"Avada Kadavra."
The clock struck one,
In the Weasley house, a clock hand spun out of control, the three people sitting at the kitchen table watched Ronald Weasley's clock hand move from "Mortal Peril," and land on "Dead."
A heavily pregnant woman burst into teas as her husband tried to comfort her, he whipped away the tears pooling in his green orbs, her mother sat there in total shock, silent for the first time in her life.
And down he ran.
Hermione Weasley pushed herself up as a green flash filled the room, knocking her husband in the chest and down to the floor. She gasped out his name loudly before pulling herself to her feet and rushing to him, "Ron," crouching down and pulling him to her.
She looked up at the smug face of Lord Voldemort, and conjuring up all her energy, she whispered with pure hatred, the Killing Curse, again, the bright green flash appeared, this time, though, it erupted through out the entire room, killing everyone, including Tom Marvolo Riddle, who never thought he'd be killed by a Mudblood.
She fell to her knees when the curse was finished, gasping for breath before grab her husbands hand, clearing her mind and Apparating Home, prepared to tell the world that the Dark Lord was finally dead.
Hickory dickory dock.
Please REVIEW; tell me if you want more, you can give me other nursery rhymes to use as well.
Thanks,
Liz