The group stared in shock through the dim light at Aberforth's lifeless body on the floor. Rebeanarecca slipped the life threatening joke into the pocket of her robes, in case anyone else- Hagrid- would try and make the stupid mistake.
"At least we know the joke works..." whispered George with a tear coming to his eye. He had become quite good friends with Aberforth recently, it was a shame that he had died. The others nodded, sadly in agreement. The remainder of the team decided that now was the best time to go ahead with their plan. They didn't want to cause anymore innocent lives to be lost.
Rebby threw back her head and let out an extremely loud scream. George was shocked that such a noise could come out of someone her size. As they hoped, a rumbling that started faint became louder and louder. From the sound of it, around twenty Edward followers were making their way towards them. The team took up their positions. They all stood together in a line facing the door as it blasted open. The deatheater wannabes came pouring into the basement. The trio blasted spell after spell in their direction and one by one, they dropped to the floor. It took less time than they thought it would, clearly the apposing team weren't very skilled at duelling. Many had closed their eyes when pointing their wands, others had tried to be intimidating by walking into the room slowly, these mistakes had cost them their consciousness. The plan was working perfectly, soon the only conscious beings in the basement were Hagrid, George and Rebby. They moved to the back of the basement and Rebby raised her wand and wrote in sparkling letters, the deathly joke.
As each death eater awoke from their unconsciousness the first, and last thing they saw was the joke. The team clamped their hands over their ears as laughter filled the basement. Several minutes later, the laughter died down, but there wasn't silence. They could hear footsteps coming towards them from outside the basement.
"NO!" yelled Edward as he saw all the bodies on the floor, "You won't kill me though! I have the elder wand!"
The Ruler raised his wand and the troupe laughed. The wand was a lot smaller than any normal wand, was bright pink and sparkled.
"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" roared Edward, "IT'S REAL!"
"Yeah," laughed George, "As real as Voldemort's nose!"
Edward glared at the trio and paced back and forth in front of them whilst aiming his sparkly, pink wand at them.
"YOU DON'T WANT TO MESS WITH ME!"
Hagrid laughed, "What yer gonna do? Piddle on us?"
"Shut up!"
"No, Hagrid, "grinned George, "He's gonna make us sparkle!"
The gang carried on laughing, so much so, they didn't notice Edward joining in with the laughter, until they saw him fall to the floor.
The troupe had done it. There were no more deatheater or Voldemort wannabes left in the wizarding world. All was well again.