"Rats, cornered again!" thought Harry Potter. He was so tired, and the wizard chasing him seemed to have boundless energy.
He heard a yell, "Gotcha!" and suddenly the wizard was upon him.
"Now, before you suffer immensely, perhaps you'd like to know what is about to befall you," intoned the wizard.
"The Cruciatus Curse?" guessed Harry.
"How did you guess? It doesn't matter. Prepare to meet your maker! Cretaceous!"
Harry's world faded to black and whirled. Suddenly with a jerk not unlike that of Floo powder, Harry landed in a pile of moss.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Oh no, I did it again!" cried the wizard.
A flash of recognition hit Harry. "Hang on… I know you!" he cried. "You're the Half-Wit Prince!"
"Oh yes, now help me get out of here! I was stuck here for a decade last time!" the Half-Wit Prince said.
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long wait.