YAY FOR MORE DRABBLENESSSSSSS
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I ALSO MEAN NO OFFENSE TO PETE WENTZ AND ASHLEE SIMPSON. YOU GUYS JUST REALLY IRKE ME.
It was the great battle. Harry's last fight with Voldemort. He had force the bald man toward the lake.
"I shall finally defeat you." Harry shouted.
"No you won't," Voldemort yelled back.
"Yes I will."
"No you won't."
SIX HOURS LATER
"No you won't."
"Yes I will."
"No you won't."
"For God sakes," came the voice of Pete Wentz.
"Pete Wentz, what the hell are you doing here?" Harry questioned.
"I don't know. What I do know is that could one of you just kill the other all ready"
"Sure, avada kedavra," Harry yelled.
Suddenly Pete fell to the ground dead.
"Now that he's gone, yes I will."
"Oh Pete," Came a yell from some pregnant woman running across the battle field.
"Ashlee Simpson? Ok, were the fuck are these people coming from?" Voldemort spoke out.
"I don't know, but avada kedavra." Harry spoke up. He pointed his wand again and Ashlee fell on top of Pete.
"Now that's over where were we? Oh, yes, no you won't"
"Oh for god sakes already, AVADA KEDAVRA," Neville yelled killing Lord Voldemort.
"…If anyone asks I killed him."