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A/N — This chapter is a crack!fic. It's meant to be outlandish and (at least a little) funny. Don't take it too seriously. Enjoy.

Chapter Summary: Harry and Voldemort face off in a final duel during the Battle of Hogwarts, but Harry isn't as prepared as he could have been. Who knew that Voldemort made an eighth Horcrux?

Prompt (Year Long Scavenger Hunt — Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges): Write about technology being introduced to Hogwarts in some way [25 points].

But … What About the Moon?

"It's over, Riddle!" Harry shouted. The courtyard of Hogwarts was in ruins and the fighting had stopped, so that the participants could watch the two powerful wizards duel.

"It will never be over, Potter!" Voldemort spat at him. He threw a curse a Harry, which he simply dodged. Harry grinned.

"Oh, but it is," he said. "See, I've been going around the countryside for the last nine months on a camping trip from hell, destroying every single Horcrux you ever had — ever last one, Riddle! And that wand in your hand? I am the rightful owner of the Elder Wand! That's why it hasn't been working for you. It's time to end this."

Harry dramatically raised his wand, ready for Voldemort to attack. But Voldemort didn't move. Instead, he stared at Harry in confusion. As the silence stretched on, Harry began to fidget slightly.

"You found and destroyed every Horcrux?" Voldemort asked in disbelief.

"Every last one, Tommy boy," Harry declared triumphantly.

"But ... but …" Voldemort began to mumble incoherently and pace anxiously back and forth. Some of the Death Eaters began to back away slowly, more than a little freaked out their leader was no longer in control. As one Death Eater apparated away, everyone could hear Draco shout at the rest of them.

"Oh, calm down! At least he didn't hug you!"

Meanwhile, Voldemort was still mumbling incoherently. Harry looked over helplessly at Hermione and mouthed, 'What do I do?'

'FINISH HIM!' Hermione mouthed back, while miming what only could be the act of ripping someone's spine out of their body.

Not sure what was more disturbing, Voldemort or Hermione (Definitely Hermione, thought Harry), Harry tried to get Voldemort back on track.

"Um, Tom?" Harry asked hesitantly, "I think we're supposed to have our final battle and fight to the death now."

"Did you get Hufflepuff's Cup?" Voldemort asked, ignoring what Harry had said.

"Yeah."

"The Locket?"

"I hated that one."

"Nagini?"

Neville jumped out of the crowd and, in graceful slow motion, decapitated Voldemort's pet snake with Gryffindor's sword.

"Yeah, we seem to have that one covered. Can we fight to the death now?" Harry asked.

"But … how did you get the one on the moon?" Voldemort questioned.

Silence descended over the courtyard. Harry stared at Voldemort with a horrified expression, his right eye twitching slightly.

"What did you say?" he asked in an alarmed tone.

"What?"

"I said," Harry repeated, "What did you say, Riddle!"

"Hmm?"

"Oh, for the love of Merlin! Did you, or did you not, create a Horcrux and put it on the moon, Riddle?" Harry shouted.

"… Maybe."

"Noooooo!" Harry theatrically yelled as he fell to his knees.

"Yes?" Voldemort replied.

"But … how?" Harry asked weakly.

"I may hate all half-bloods. And Muggleborns. And anything relating to Muggles. But in the mid-sixties, I took advantage of them and was able to put a Horcrux far out of anyone's reach. I used," Voldemort shouted the last bit and struck a heroic looking pose, which caused Bellatrix to faint, "Tea-no-logy!"

For many of the witches and wizards in the Hogwart's main courtyard, they had never had of this … tea-no-logy and those that had, simply hung their heads in exasperation. How could wizards discount something like this? Or mispronounce such a simple word? The only one who seemed okay with this development was Mr. Weasley, who bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet.

"Oh my gosh! You love tea-no-logy?" he shouted in a high-pitched voice. "I love tea-no-logy!"

Harry slapped his hand to his forehead.

A/N 2 — Please tell me someone got the Mortal Kombat reference with Hermione.