Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own my best friend Adrian.

Read the author's note at the bottom if you're curious as to what is happening with my other stories.

This is a oneshot crack!fic. Judge me not.

This was it.

The final battle.

Harry Potter raises his wand, Lord Voldemort does the same.

"Expliar…!"

"Avada Ka…!"

"NO!", a sudden voice cries out. There, behind the battle, stood a radical black guy wearing a hooded jacket and carrying a skateboard.

Voldemort turns to him and shouts, "How dare you interrupt Lord Voldemort! Avada Ka…!"

"NO!", the radical black guy shouts, then he throws a rock.

It hit Voldemort in the head.

Red with rage, Voldemort shouts out, "Avada Kada…!"

"NO!"

Another rock flew through the air, hitting Voldemort in the head once more.

"Avada Kad…!"

"NO!"

Another rock, this one drawing blood

"Avada Ka…!"

"NO!"

One more rock flew through the air, this one striking Voldemort straight in the forehead.

Voldemort slumps forward, a rock embedded in his skull. He falls over on his face, dead.

Harry, up till this point forgotten, looks around, confused. "Wha, what?", he says in a daze.

"Shhhhh…", the radical black guy says, "Adrian out."

He puts down his skateboard, steps on it, and rides away.

Harry, the shock too much for him, faints. When he awakens, he is in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. Though he denies it many times, he is given credit for the defeat of Voldemort.

That radical black guy, Adrian, fades into memory, forgotten by all but Harry himself.

But it matters not, for in the end, the Dark Lord was defeated by the power he knows not, a skater with a bunch of rocks. Probably granite, I don't know, and does it really matter anyway?

I mean, who cares what kind of rock it was. Except maybe a historian that happens to also be a geologist. Or a really nitpicky reader.

Whatever. It was a rock that may or may not have been granite, but it probably was, because granite is also black.

The end.

Seriously.

That's it.

It's over.

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Why are you still here?

Go away.

Now.

Bye.

AN:

I know I haven't posted anything recently, but I just had to write this. It is based on a conversation I had this morning between classes with my best friend. He wanted to know if a rock could stop someone from casting a spell, so I wrote this story.

As far as other stories go, I am writing several things at once, since I can't focus well on just one. The chapters will be posted after the following chapter is written. That way I gave a cushion in case I can't write. I have not forgotten you.

-dragonMSTR

(5/25/2016)