Please go easy on me! This is my first story! Review! I could really do with a BETA reader hint DISCLAIMER I don't own anything, apart from the cheese, plot and, that's all.
Hey, did anyone know that changing for wind resdiance a select group of cheese can act all superior? Oh well, enough of the waffle, read on!
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"Voldemort?" Enquired Harry.
"Yes?" Replied Voldemort, currently pining Harry down, wand pointed down at Harry's throat.
"You are a chunk of cheese." The trick worked, and in doing so played a great part in the survival of the wizarding world.
"What?" Screamed Voldemort, completely losing his top at the maddening height of randomness.
Harry, bringing all of his remaining strength out of his drained body he heaved his body up and chucked Voldemort off. Voldemort's confusion made this task easier. Twisting Harry made for the safety of the distant police force.
"Good, that must mean there on their way." "They" were the remaining Order of the Phoenix members.
"Get him!" Shrieked Vlodemort, stepping up and straitening out his pitch-black robes. As the Death Eaters raised their wands the order and the ministry got there and the protective bodies of his saviors surrounded Harry. From then on the Death Eaters fell like files, but not before taking twenty or so ministry members and roughly the same amount of order members, including Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Voldemort grew angry, he was on his own, no one to help him, but he pushed on anyway, had he tried to disapparate all that would have happened was, nothing. As soon as he had got there, Dumbledore had cast an anti-disapparating charm around t whole field. The most evil dark lord in a century sent five killing curses at five people; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Dumbledore. All missed apart from one; Hermione's body fell down, lifeless.
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron screamed at the same time, Ron had finally admitted his feelings towards Hermione and vice-versa only weeks before, now she was dead. With a pure rush of adrenalin, Harry charged at Voldemort. It was lunacy, one person taking on the most powerful dark wizard, who was armed and able, however that rush of adrenalin worked in Harry's favor, he went at a speed that would have shamed an Olympian, and covered the distance, Voldemort was busy laughing at and taunting Ron. That was a mistake.
He jumped on Voldemort, exactly the same as before, apart from one vital point, Harry had the upper hand. He drew out his dagger, pulled back and stabbed into Voldemort's sorry excuse for a heart, blood spurted up all over his face and besides, Voldemort didn't go quietly, he thrashed around for at least a minute, then he lay still. Ginny came up behind Harry, they were going out as well, she helped him up, there was a sort of numb feeling in Harry's head and stomach, he hadn't quite registered the fact that: THEY HAD WON, VOLDEMORT WAS DEAD.