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Another stupid idea...
It had been an ambush. The Order guard was quickly overwhelmed by the thirty or so Death Eaters who had been waiting at the entrance of King's Cross Station. Harry, Ron and Hermione were quickly separated, having dodged out of the way of the flashes of spells and flying debris. Pushed against the glass window of a nearby shop by the panicking crowd of muggles, Harry scrambled in his sweatshirt for his wand.
Then, through a gap in the fighting and fleeing figures, Harry saw something that made his heart stop. Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord had apparated onto the scene on the opposite pavement, his red eyes fixed on Harry. Harry instinctively stepped back, his foot catching on a stray shoe. He tripped backwards, throwing out an arm to steady himself.
It happened too suddenly for anyone to have seen it coming; as Voldemort stepped off the pavement, out of nowhere, a massive, violently purple, triple decker bus apparated with an almighty bang, crushing the body of the Dark Lord beneath its front bumper. Stan leapt out the door of the automobile, his pimpled face stricken.
"Ah, Ern," he said, "Tha's the third un this month!"
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