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Harry raced up to the stone gargoyle, and quickly mumbled the password, and dashed into Dumbledore's office, who glanced up in surprise.

"Harry? What's wrong?" He asked, curiosity lacing his concern.

"Í know how to beat Voldemort!"

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Voldemort tapped his fingers on the arm of his seat impatiently, as dozens of Death Eaters filed into the room. Recently, they had been slacking off. The last raid had ended with no injuries of losses on his side. Normally this would have been fantastic, but when no one else was hurt, it meant nothing. They didn't even bother one person. For four hours he waited for their return, only to find they did nothing. As he stood to thorw Cruciatuses in random directions, a burst of fire drew the crowded hall's attention. There, hovering above was a phoenix. Not just any phoenix, but a phoenix who just happened to be carrying Harry Potter, who just happened to be carrying an anvil. The Death Eaters watched in shock as Potter dropped the anvil on the dark lord's head, instantly ending his life before disappearing in a flash of fire.

"Oh… Crap…" echoed throughout the room.