Disclaimer: These characters are J.K. Rowling's. But you knew that. And for any of my other stories in which I've forgotten a disclaimer, I'm very sorry. This is it now.
AN: This idea came from my friend Charlie, who started the whole dodge thing - in my class, anyway. Basically, whenever someone makes a finger gun at you, just say "dodge" and you're just fine. Or in this case, when someone's shooting curses at you. This could also be called "Dodge."
Skills
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Voldemort.
Harry blinked and stepped aside, saying "Dodge."
"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Voldemort over and over again, becoming more hysterical each time, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!"
Harry smirked, and moved his head slightly to the left a couple centimeters, calmly repeating "Dodge" after each of Voldemort's outbursts. Most of the green spurts of light missed Harry, but the few that touched him had no effect whatsoever.
"What are you DOING?" Voldemort shouted, obviously thrilled that Harry was managing to survive.
Not.
"Dodging," replied Harry, a condescending smirk on his face.
But this, apparently, clarified nothing for Voldemort. "But-what-how-"
"I have skills, is all," said Harry.
"Is this more of that ridiculous love stuff?" asked Voldemort.
"Nope," said Harry, "I told you, it's my skills."
Voldemort gaped at him, and then said, "I want to try!" which was very foolish indeed.
"I bet you don't have the right skills," said Harry, reluctantly. "You wouldn't want to end up dead, all because you didn't have the right skills."
"I have mad skills!" said Voldemort in a very un-Voldemort-like way as he struck a ninja pose. "Use the killing curse, I'm sure I can dodge it!"
"If you say so," said Harry, trying not to laugh at Voldemort's position. "Avada Kedavra!"
"DODGE!" shouted Voldemort, jumping around frantically before he tumbled to the ground, dead.
Well, thought Harry, that was easier than I thought it would be.
Just then, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna ran in, breathless.
"Don't worry, Harry, help is her-" began Ron until he noticed the lifeless body of Voldemort on the ground.
All were speechless, except Luna. "It was probably nargles," she said.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and asked, "But how? How, Harry?"
Harry grinned. "Voldemort just doesn't have any skills!"
And from then on, no matter how much they, or anyone else, pestered him, Harry wouldn't say anything more than that.
"No skills at all," he'd say, grinning from ear to ear, "Absolutely none."
AN: Yes, I know, that was ridiculous. But whatever. It was fun to write.