Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It would be ironic if JKR decided to write fanfiction and put in her disclaimer "Harry Potter is MINE! Mwa ha ha ha!"

I MADE MY MASTER CLASS TRY-OUT! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! This makes me very happy. The entire idea from this came from the first line, and went downhill from there. I also had a strong urge to use the word "euphoria." Please review!

I was in a weird mood when I wrote this. Assume it takes place sometime during book six.

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Harry was uncharacteristically happy.

"I AM UNCHARACTERISTICALLY HAPPY!" he pronounced.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and turned the page of the book she was reading. "Why are you uncharacteristically happy?"

Harry thought about it for a moment. He came to a profound realization. "I don't know."

"Well, at least you're in a good mood," she said.

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Bellatrix Lestrange was weeping. Narcissa Malfoy was rolling her eyes at her sister's drama. Lucius Malfoy's eye was twitching. A thousand fangirls fainted, and when they awoke began furiously writing fanfiction of varying degrees of rubbish.

Severus Snape, thePotions Master, Apparated into the Malfoy Manor, his robes billowing. The effect was slightly diminished by his tripping over said robes.

"What happened?" he asked, his hair askew.

Bellatrix Lestrange let out a dreadful moan.

"The Dark Lord has perished," Lucius Malfoy said gravely. Bellatrix continued with her anguished sobs.

"But how? It could not have been Dumbledore; I was just speaking with him! And it couldn't have been that Potter brat, I had him in class an hour ago!" Snape looked angry and perplexed.

"Well…" Lucius Malfoy glanced at his wife, who was wearing the expression of someone who is either trying very hard not to laugh or very hard not to cry. "It might be difficult to explain." He hesitated. "Would you like a spot of brandy?"

"Wha--? No, I don't! Tell me what happened!"

Lucius Malfoy began to explain.

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A few hours later…

Harry was tossing and turning in his sleep. The occasional muttered word escaped his lips.

"No! Please, stop!"

"Help!"

"Yeah, I'd like some fries with that."

Ron was wakened by his friend's words. He touched Harry on the shoulder. Harry bolted upright.

"What is the capital of Kazakhstan!" he shouted. He put his face in his hands, breathing heavily. Oddly enough, he was smiling.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

Harry smiled, a look of pure euphoria upon his face. "Voldemort is dead," he announced.

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

Harry began to explain.

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Snape stared blankly at the floor. "So, you're telling me that the Dark Lord is dead."

Lucius Malfoy nodded gravely.

"And he died…by choking on a French fry!?"

"That's correct."Lucius said. His wifelet out a small noise that was either a small sob or a suppressed giggle.

Snape sighed. "I think I want that brandy now."

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