Hi again, it's still short, but y'know. If you've got the time please review.
Oh, disclaimer: it still isn't mine.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled all the more, "Ah, of course, how could I be so remiss?" He smiled, "Friends, fellow order members, this is Willow Rosenburg and she has killed Voldemort."
As the Order stared Snape stood up and backed off, leaving this Willow Rosenburg standing in the middle of the flagstones, an empty expression clouding her face. Dumbledore walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "He's right, my dear, we really should be thanking you."
"For killing a man?" She asked quietly.
"Well," Sirius says, regaining some of his usual swagger. "It was Voldemort. He was evil."
"I've been evil sometimes too," she said. "That mean you should kill me?"
But as she glanced around the disbelief in their eyes was evident, the old man with the fake eye seemed to be laughing at her, "He wasn't the first person I've killed."
"How many?" Dumbledore asked at length, as though he wasn't really sure he wanted to know.
"Do you count vampires? Do you count when I was a vampire?" She asked, "If not he'd be the fourth."
Even the old warlock's blue eyes stopped twinkling.