Harry looked frantically into
the crowd. He sighed, relieved. Near the back of the audience were Snape and
Voldemort. It was hard to see them, so probably no one had noticed that they
were there. Harry looked to the front of the crowd. Dumbledore, Hermione and
Ron were all smiling at him.
"I can do this, I can." He
repeated to himself. It wasn't just performing his 'talent' that Harry was
worried about. He was more worried about capturing Voldemort. What if
everything didn't go according to plan?
'I must stay calm,' he
thought.
Then Harry sang.
When I was young,
At the age of
one,
Voldemort came
raging to my house,
And my mother
and father died.
But I survived!
But I survived!
"What!" A voice rang out from
the audience. Harry smiled; everything was going according to plan.
"I could have killed you,
but…" Voldemort was lost for words, though not for long. "It doesn't matter,
I'll kill you now!"
A cry rose from the crowd.
Everyone was screaming.
Voldemort fumbled for his
wand.
"Looking for something?"
Snape asked, holding Voldemort's wand.
"Oh, thanks." Voldemort said,
absent-mindedly. He grabbed for the wand, but missed. Snape had moved his hand.
"Severus, what are you doing?"
Voldemort asked him. Before Snape could answer, Voldemort was struck down by
the many aurors behind him.
"Noooo!" Voldemort cried his
last word ever.