Happy St. Patrick's Day! Well, not yet, but almost! Tomorrow! I just wanted to publish this one-shot before I forgot. Anyway, I know the Final Battle didn't happen March 17 - I don't think it did, correct me if I'm wrong - but just go with it. This is not an AU except for... well... you'll see. I do not own Harry Potter.

Voldemort moved fluidly through the crowd of Death Eaters, students, teachers, and Order members. The Final Battle had started, Harry Potter was dead, and soon he would rule. It was the perfect finish to what had started as a horrible March 17. This view shattered as Tom felt something pinch his arm.

"Who did that?!" the Dark Lord roared, spinning around.

"I did!" A small voice cried, and red eyes tracked the sound to a small mousy boy covered in bruises and cuts.

Riddle made a mental note to praise the Carrow siblings later even as he snarled, "Why did you dare to pinch the Dark Lord?"

Colin Creevy stared defiantly and said, "You're not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day." Then he darted away, weaving through the crowd and just managing to miss the Avada Kedevra sent his way by Tom.

The man-with-no-nose yelled after him, "There's some green for you!"

So I know it's short, but I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you thought!