In the midst of the Final Battle, two men stood at a standstill. Green eyes looked hatefully into red and vice versa. No one noticed the two stars of the battle, though. They were too busy fighting themselves. With a loud "Hiya!" Harry Potter reached for Voldemort's face.
"Got your nose," he said menacingly. Voldemort let out an evil laugh.
"Fuck you, bitch. I don't have a nose," the Dark Lord spat and slowly advanced on his nemesis. He shoved the scrawny boy down and they wrestled.
"Accio nose!" A large blue nose with a growth on the side flew to Harry and he attached it to Voldemort's face. "VICTORY FOR THE GOOD GUYS!" The snake like creature with a nose died with a dramatic "AHHHHH!" and vanished. "I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WHOLE WIZARDING WORLD! MEHEHEHE." Harry waved his wand and his skin melted off to reveal Voldemort's pale physique. "Bow down to me, peasants!" He snapped his long bony fingers and everyone in the hall was suddenly dressed in medieval peasant outfits and had fallen to the floor. "MEHEHEHEHE!" He watched all of his followers, new and old, as they bowed and nommed on a ginger dog biscuit.
"Excuse me, Mr. Voldy, sir?" a scrawny man asked. Old Volds killed him.
"It's King Princess Unicorn now!" He bellowed. The Wizarding World was plunged into a life of farming soy nuggets and making candy thongs.