Disclaimer: Anything familiar doesn't belong to me. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.
A/N- Somthing my friend and I came up with. Sure, its like...a year late, but I really don't care.
Voldemort and Harry both stood across from each other in the Great Hall, pacing in a circle. So much pain had been endured to get to this point, and so many deaths as well. Harry fought back tears at the thought of it. He squared his shoulders and glared at Voldemort with loathing.
Voldemort, on the other hand, was grinning wickedly, as though he had a secret. He smirked at Harry and said, "Potter, about the prophecy…"
"Yeah?" replied Harry suspiciously, though slightly bewildered.
"Well…" Voldemort spread his arms and shouted, "APRIL FOOLS!!"
There was a sudden shower of confetti as all the supposedly dead people came through the doors of the Great Hall.
"Wait…WHAT?" cried Harry, totally shocked.
Voldemort buffed his nails on his lapel and said, "Yeah. Pretty sweet, huh?"
Harry's eyes widened as he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.
"Jeez…can't take a joke," mumbled Voldemort before he turned to the group of not-dead people and shouted, "Alright, who's ready to PAR-TAY?!"
The crowd of people all cheered and started dancing to the music. And they all lived happily ever after.
Well, except Harry, who suffered permanent brain damage from his intimate reunion with the floor and had to live in St. Mungo's for the rest of his life. But, whatever.
The End