Chapter 4

Just as Harry and Ron were celebrating the downfall of Voldemort, a loud bang sounded from the other side of the room, and 2 Voldemorts appeared.

Before Harry or Ron could move, both of the Voldemorts started to advance towards them.

Ron looked at Harry and gulped.

"You know Harry, I think this might be the end, so I just wanted to tell you something."

Harry looked at Ron, a very worried look in his eyes, and started to back away.

"Hey!" said Ron, looking offended. "No need to walk away. Since we're about to die, I think you should know that I love you, and I always have."

Harry just stared at Ron for 2 minutes, not saying a word, before screaming as loud as he could.

Ron looked very upset, and started to cry.

"I was hoping you would love me too, and we could ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after" Ron said,through the sobs.

Harry looked, if possible, even more scared at this thought, and eyed his wand, and then Ron, and then his wand.

Before he could curse Ron into the sunset, a loud girlish scream echoed through the room.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH there is another dark lord in the room!" screamed one of the Voldemorts, pulling out his wand and advancing on the other Voldemort.

Within 15 seconds, the 2 Voldemorts were involved in a fierce duel with each other.

At this point, Dumbledore walked in, a mattress still stuck to his head, and walked over to Ron.

"I believe this is yours" said Dumbledore, dumping the mattress on Ron.

Harry ran to Dumbledore, and began thanking him over and over.

"Thank you professor" said Harry, "i thought he was going to kiss me soon".

Dumbledore looked as worried as Harry had done earlier, and conjured up 15 more mattresses on top of Ron, who gave a muffled "ow".

At that point, there was a loud shout, and one of the Voldemorts flew across the room, and hit the wall, dead.

Like before, 2 more Voldemorts appeared, but landed on top of the mattress with Ron underneath, who squawked.

Before long, the room was full with Voldemorts, all fighting with each other.

Dumbledore started to laugh, conjured a sofa and some popcorn, and sat down to watch the show.

Harry, seeing that the situation might unfold into something ugly, quietly backed out of the room, and was about to lock the door before he realised Ron was still under the pile of mattresses.

Part of him thought it would serve Ron right to stay there, but his morals told him that he should get Ron, even if he did try to kiss Harry earlier.

Cursing his morals, Harry went back into the room, and almost fainted at the sight before him.

Ron, Dumbledore, and the 42 Voldemorts that now existed, were sitting round a table in the center of the room drinking tea from cups that looked suspiciously like the ones that Sybil Trelawney, the divination teacher, had in her office.

Before Harry could react, Dumbledore jumped to his feet and announced loudly, "Harry old chap! So glad to see you could make it to our nice tea party here! Won't you sit down and have a spot of tea?"

"But - but - but" Harry stammered, looking around at all the Voldemorts talking and laughing, "what happened here?"

"We decided to put our differences aside for today" a Voldemort announced happily. "All that killing got a bit old don't you think?"

Harry had to pinch himself several times to make sure that this wasn't a dream ("that would explain a lot" he thought to himself).

Unfortunately, Ron, who had been watching Harry with an unnatural interest, seemed to think that Harry wanted to be pinched, and leaped out of his seat, and began pinching Harry as much as he could.

"Get off me, you stupid doorknob" Harry yelled at Ron, throwing him across the room with his wand.

Ron hit the wall on the other side of the room, and stood up looking a bit dazed.

"That's not a very nice way to treat your lover, Harry" he said.

"I AM NOT YOUR LOVER!" Harry screamed.

But before he could do anything else, 14 of the Voldemorts had surrounded him, all pointing their wands at him.

"Now, play nice, or we'll have to kill you." one of them said.

This statement was so absurd, that Harry fell on the floor laughing for a full 5 minutes, while everyone else in the room looked at him very strangely.

After recovering from his laughing fit, Harry stood up, cleared his throat, and decided that he needed to get out of there as fast as possible.

"Where are you going? You can't leave!" one of the Voldemorts exclaimed as Harry walked towards the door.

"And who's going to stop me?" Harry questioned. "You? And what army?"

"This army." The Voldemort replied, summoning all the other 41 to his side.

To be continued... probably.