A/N: This is a little something I wrote about my prediction of Voldemort's defeat. I don't know where or when it takes place, but that's okay. It's short, but I hope you like it.
--KittyAngel
Disclaimer: It's all J.K.'s
Harry stood, alone and defensless. Before him was the greatest and most powerful Dark wizard there was. He was the wizard who had killed Harry's parents, and torn apart countless other families and lives. Harry had met him before, but Harry had never been this alone, nor had Voldemort been this strong… he was now standing before Harry, with his servant at his side.
"So Harry," said Voldemort lazily, his icy cold voice stabbing Harry like needles, "We finally meet again. But now you have no one to help you. No parents to die for you, no hats, or firebirds, or portkeys to help you escape. I have caught you at last. Now, Harry Potter, it is time for you to die like your poor, pitiful parents…"
Voldemort's cruel laughter filled the air. It spread through Harry like icy-hot poison, flowing through his skin, his veins, his very soul. It engulfed Harry in a hatred he had never felt before; a hatred that spread through his body like wildfire… but Harry had nothing, no means of defense against the powerful creature that stood before him.
Voldemort stopped laughing, and a twisted, triumphant smile spread out onto his inhuman face. He raised his wand high above his head, aimed straight at Harry. "Good-bye Harry Potter, it is time for you to join your parents… ADAVRA KEDERA!!!
As a flash of green light exploded from the end of Voldemort's wand, Harry's world seem to slow down… seconds became hours… and Harry stood there, unable to move, watching Death flying towards him, ready to engulf him in a flash of green…
Then Harry was knocked backwards, not by the curse, but by something else. Something, or someone, had jumped in front of the deadly curse, which hit the spot Harry had been standing in a deadly flash of light.
It was all over in an instant. The light disappeared, and Harry could see was had happened. The lifeless form of a man was lying on the ground where Harry had been. Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's prized but cowardly servant, had just saved Harry's life, repaying his life debt. But what amazed Harry the most was Voldemort…
The curse must have backfired, because the serpent-like wizard was glowing bright white, and he was twisting in pain, his red eyes were opened wide, and his screams filled the air like poisonous gas. Harry watched, unable to do anything, as Voldemort sank to the ground, and then exploded in a violent, earth-shattering bang.
A/N: Well? What do you think? I just finished the 3rd book again (I've read it at least four times) and this idea came to me. I was going to put more about Pettigrew in it, but as I wrote it, he didn't fit in as well as I thought. Anyways… PLEEZ R/R!