Ginny Gets Angry

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So, since I am bored, I decided to create another story, well oneshot, since this has no other chapters… so here I go! This is set in the fourth year, when Harry is stuck in the Grim Reaper things clutches. Could be a crack-fic.

"Now I can finally touch you!" Voldemort cackled, advancing towards Harry with his finger in the air.

"Oh, no you don't Moldybutt, Harry's my man!" Ginny somehow apperated, even though she's only thirteen in front of Voldemort with her wand aimed at Voldemort.

"Ginny, what are you doing here," asked a very confused Harry, still stuck by the statue with his scar still burning.

"Saving your sorry butt!"

"Oh, so little Potter still needs protection, do you want to see her die like your mother," teased an amused Voldemort.

"Don't talk to my Harry that way, (Bat-Bogey Hex incantation.)"

"Avada ked-" Voldemort was cut off by snot trying to come from the slits that are his nose, "I will come back to avenge myse-" he dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks.

Who knew using the Bat-Bogey Hex on a person with no nose would kill them. Things would have been so much more easier.

Yeah weird fic… R&R, hope ypu guys liked it. If you did like it, check out my other story, "If you Give A Wizard A Computer."