This was written in about five minutes or so. I wasn't watching the clock. But I was really bored. Thought maybe people would like it.
"It really doesn't matter who the Elder Wand belongs to." The leader of the gaggle of teenagers that had appeared in the doorway of the Great Hall told the two soon to be duellists.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"'Cuz it's at the bottom of the ocean."
"Damn hard to get it there as well." Another person spoke. "D'ya know what wood does in water? It floats." He said the last word as if it were insulting.
"Had to tie it to an anchor." Someone else agreed.
"You mean…?" Voldemort looked at the wand he was holding.
"Totally ordinary wand made of elder." The first girl grinned.
"Since when?"
"Since my grandma switched Grindelwald's wand for her own just before Dumbledore took him to prison." She turned back to the group. "Well our work here is done."
They all left.
Everyone else stared at each other.
"So what now Tom?" Harry asked.
"Avada…"
"Expelli…"
BANG.
"And this is why Muggles trump wizards." Certain members of the group had returned. Two were holding guns. One had shot Voldemort in the heart.
(Picture Barbossa's face in CotBP in PotC when Jack shoots him.)
Another had grabbed Harry and pulled him to the floor.
"Now our work is done." They left again.
THE END
What do you think? I hope it's good. I do have a sort of companion piece to this which is the scene where the Elder Wand was switched. Not sure whether it should go with this or as a separate story. It does stand by itself, I think.