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Harry narrowed his disturbingly green eyes. Once again, he and The-One-Who-Has-An-Annoyingly-Long-Hyphenated-Name were at a fight to the death. This was probably untrue, however, seeing as their previous six fight-to-the-deaths never ended in either one dying. Usually a random passerby ended up dying, like Cedric Diggory and Michael Jackson.
"You'll not get away with this, Voldemort!" Harry hissed. He had a speech all planned and ready on cue-cards in his pocket, just waiting for the correct time. Voldemort inexplicably winced at his own name.
"Nonsense, Potter! I will kill you this time!"
"Never!"
"I will stop you, Voldemort!"
Harry blinked. "That's my line."
Voldemort blushed, flipping a hand nonchalantly and downcasting his eyes. "Yes, yes, of course. Silly me, silly me." He coughed. "As I was saying… prepare to meet your doom, Potter! Just like your parents!"
Harry's eyes narrowed moreso to the point it was incredible he could see. No one dissed his parents and lived to tell the tale! That is, excluding Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Voldemort on several occasions and everyone else who had ever insulted his parents.
"Ohh, now it's personal!"
This caught Voldemort offguard, as he titled his head. "Wasn't it always?"
"Hmm. I suppose it was." Harry returned to glaring. He had enough of this. It was time to do something. Raing his wand, he hissed, "Randomium Latinus Wordia!"
Inside Voldemort's head, every Britney Spears song ever written began playing. He-Who-Should-Always-Be-Named screamed and fell over, clutching the sides of his head. This was so horrible! It was worse than the cruciatus curse! It was worse than one thousand nails drived into your head at once! It was worse than Peter Pettigrew in a thong!
Harry cackled and did his I'm A Happy Little Potter dance. Strangely, it was a dance that had been choreographed by Dudley and involved much ass-shaking. When he got to the part of the dance that involved the splits, he leapt up triumphantly and came down with his legs spread. He did not anticipate, however, that the writhing Voldemort would have enough sense left to stick his foot out where it would hurt most.
"THE PAIIIIN!" Harry fell over, clutching his crotch. Voldemort glared, then winced because of the horrible Britney-singing. The whines of his enemy giving him enough strength to think… kind of… Voldemort pointed his wand at himself and hissed "Britanayus Desistium!" The singing stopped.
Standing and brushing himself off, Voldemort stared down at Harry.
"Ha-ha," Voldemort said, in a way that much reminded Harry of the Simpsons. Harry glared, staggering to his feet.
"Wanker."
Voldemort looked truthfully offended.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry hissed, wand pointing at the unsuspecting Voldemort.
It was then something no one expected to happen happened. Fred Weasley burst out of nowhere, diving before Voldemort with a dramatic, extended 'no'. The spell hit him, predictably, and he fell over in a dead corpse. Voldemort began sobbing.
"Noo mother noo!"
Harry blinked and tried again. "Avada Kedavra!"
Alas, Harry had overlooked one key fact. Due to Lily's love, Harry had been invincible the night his parents died and the spell had reflected onto Voldemort. Now, due to Fred's undying and undeterred love, the spell bounced off Voldemort and hit Harry, who promptly died. Voldemort blinked and touched his forehead. He had a lightning-shaped scar there. He stared.
"Well, thank God for irony."
Harry narrowed his disturbingly green eyes. Once again, he and The-One-Who-Has-An-Annoyingly-Long-Hyphenated-Name were at a fight to the death. This was probably untrue, however, seeing as their previous six fight-to-the-deaths never ended in either one dying. Usually a random passerby ended up dying, like Cedric Diggory and Michael Jackson.
"You'll not get away with this, Voldemort!" Harry hissed. He had a speech all planned and ready on cue-cards in his pocket, just waiting for the correct time. Voldemort inexplicably winced at his own name.
"Nonsense, Potter! I will kill you this time!"
"Never!"
"I will stop you, Voldemort!"
Harry blinked. "That's my line."
Voldemort blushed, flipping a hand nonchalantly and downcasting his eyes. "Yes, yes, of course. Silly me, silly me." He coughed. "As I was saying… prepare to meet your doom, Potter! Just like your parents!"
Harry's eyes narrowed moreso to the point it was incredible he could see. No one dissed his parents and lived to tell the tale! That is, excluding Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Voldemort on several occasions and everyone else who had ever insulted his parents.
"Ohh, now it's personal!"
This caught Voldemort offguard, as he titled his head. "Wasn't it always?"
"Hmm. I suppose it was." Harry returned to glaring. He had enough of this. It was time to do something. Raing his wand, he hissed, "Randomium Latinus Wordia!"
Inside Voldemort's head, every Britney Spears song ever written began playing. He-Who-Should-Always-Be-Named screamed and fell over, clutching the sides of his head. This was so horrible! It was worse than the cruciatus curse! It was worse than one thousand nails drived into your head at once! It was worse than Peter Pettigrew in a thong!
Harry cackled and did his I'm A Happy Little Potter dance. Strangely, it was a dance that had been choreographed by Dudley and involved much ass-shaking. When he got to the part of the dance that involved the splits, he leapt up triumphantly and came down with his legs spread. He did not anticipate, however, that the writhing Voldemort would have enough sense left to stick his foot out where it would hurt most.
"THE PAIIIIN!" Harry fell over, clutching his crotch. Voldemort glared, then winced because of the horrible Britney-singing. The whines of his enemy giving him enough strength to think… kind of… Voldemort pointed his wand at himself and hissed "Britanayus Desistium!" The singing stopped.
Standing and brushing himself off, Voldemort stared down at Harry.
"Ha-ha," Voldemort said, in a way that much reminded Harry of the Simpsons. Harry glared, staggering to his feet.
"Wanker."
Voldemort looked truthfully offended.
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry hissed, wand pointing at the unsuspecting Voldemort.
It was then something no one expected to happen happened. Fred Weasley burst out of nowhere, diving before Voldemort with a dramatic, extended 'no'. The spell hit him, predictably, and he fell over in a dead corpse. Voldemort began sobbing.
"Noo mother noo!"
Harry blinked and tried again. "Avada Kedavra!"
Alas, Harry had overlooked one key fact. Due to Lily's love, Harry had been invincible the night his parents died and the spell had reflected onto Voldemort. Now, due to Fred's undying and undeterred love, the spell bounced off Voldemort and hit Harry, who promptly died. Voldemort blinked and touched his forehead. He had a lightning-shaped scar there. He stared.
"Well, thank God for irony."