Sirius looked at Harry with a toothy grin. "You're getting to be that age, Harry, when you start thinking about witches and putting marks on your wand holster."

The two of them were in the cave near Hogsmeade, supposedly going over plans for the third task.

"I honestly should've went over this before the Yule Ball, but there's a spell you really need to learn. A good old birth control spell."

Harry sputtered, not having expected that to pop up. "A-are you really sure, Sirius? Shouldn't I be studying for the Third Task?"

Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "Trust me Harry, this spell is really simple. Won't take you more than an hour max to cast it wandlessly. The incantation is Fetus Deletus."


Harry looked on as Wormtail stumbled forward, carrying a distinctly baby looking bundle. Knowing he only had one chance, Harry focused his magic and yelled "FETUS DELETUS".

A green bolt of magic hit the Voldemort baby dead on, who gave a horrible wail as it burst into a million pieces.

And so Magical Britain was saved from a second Wizarding War.