"Harry, LOOK OUT!" Harry just managed to dodge the strike, but stumbled and fell. He scrambled to get on his feet again, but the wounds were making him sluggish. He'd also managed to twist an ankle after one particular jump.
He looked over to see that his friends weren't in better shape. Ron had a nasty gash in his forehead, but somehow managed to stay on his feet. Hermione's arm had been rendered useless, blood soaking her cloak. Ginny luckily had suffered the least, but she was still going to have one hell of a bump on her head after getting thrown against a tree. Harry turned back as the figure moved out of the trees.
"How is it that he doesn't die! We've thrown everything at him and all he does is brush it off like it's nothing! What do we do Harry!" Ron yelled. Hermione prepared a strike but Voldemort managed to burn her wand in her hand. Knowing when she was beaten, she put Ron between her and Voldemort.
"Maybe we need some more help!" she cried.
"Move aside!" Draco jumped down from the trees, followed closely by the teachers. Dumbledore moved to stand next to Draco and winked at Harry. Voldemort just laughed.
"This is it? This is all you have to defeat me! HAHAHAHA! What fools you are! Now I will show you-" Harry barely registered the cocking of a gun before a barrage of bullets rained down on them. All of them dove for cover, dropping down so as not to get caught in the stream. When the noise finally stopped, they all peeked out to see Voldemort standing in the clearing. They watched him drop to his knees, an astonished look on his face before landing front first in the dirt.
Looking around, the group was bewildered when a young woman stepped out from among the trees, brandishing a very large gun. She took the dying cigarette from her mouth, and mash it on his head with her boot, taking a little extra care to force his face farther into the dirt. Walking over, she threw the gun into Harry's hands, smiling at the astonished look on his face.
"How did you-"
"Look, you all need to realize that magical beings, especially evil magic beings, are impervious to magic. Now a gun," she said, patting the AK-47, "no one's resistant against. Unless, of course, you're Jason. And one should always, and I mean always, kill the bad guy during his monologue. It's simply proper etiquette." She popped another Marlboro and lit the tip.
"Now wait just a second!" Ron yelled, pushing forward. "Harry's the one who's supposed to defeat Voldemort, not you!"
"Yeah well, I got tired of waiting around for him to do it, so I did it myself. And dude," she said, poking Harry with the cigarette, "you need to get over the angst. It's killing, man." With that, she turned on her heel and left, leaving a very stunned crowd of onlookers behind.
Dumbledore was the first to break from his trance. Scratching his beard, he looked thoughtfully at the smoke trail left behind.
"Wonder why I didn't think of that?"