Port Key:

Harry opened his eyes slowly; bright light flooded his vistion and gave him a headache. Slowly he turned his head to the side and saw the ground at a 90-degree angle to his head. From this he concluded he was lying down on his front in the dirt. Slowly he raised his aching head and looked around. He was in the desert; no plant life was visible except a scrubby bush next to him. The Snitch was hovering over him, occasionally darting around randomly. Turning his head to the other side he saw Cho's inert form several feet away.

Getting up, Harry walked over to Cho and shook her shoulder. Cho opened her eyes and sat up quickly.

"Are we dead?" she asked, looking around.

"No, the Snitch was a port key, no idea where we are." replied Harry.

"Who would make the Snitch a port key?" said Cho.

"Not sure, are you okay?" asked Harry.

"Got a Muggle pain pill on you?" said Cho.

"Nope but hey we just made Quiditch history Cho! Not a great congratulations party but still!" said Harry.

"Sorry to break up the celebrations Harry." the voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once. Harry looked around franticly. The only place anyone could hide was a tall boulder several yards away. Harry reached into his robes for his wand and grasped nothing. He didn't play Quiditch with a wand, at least when there were no Dementors around. Cursing his stupidity, Harry walked towards the boulder followed by a cautious Cho. When they rounded the corner Harry's eyes widened, then narrowed as his entire face transformed into an expression of elemental anger.

Voldemort stood before them, his body was still a wasted shell, but now surrounded by a shimmering blue magical exoskeleton. The blue field radiated energy and cackled when he moved.

"You killed CEDRIC!" screamed Cho.

Running straight at Voldemort, Cho leaped into the air and attempted to deliver a smashing kick, only to be thrown to the ground by Voldemort. Harry charged too but suffered a similar fate. Voldemort approached their stunned forms and stood over them.

"You are completely harmless to me unarmed. Finally I will get my revenge. 'The boy who lived, then died!' You don't have a wand to counter act mine this time. I don't even need my wand." he said throwing it away.

"Who says I need a wand!" cried Harry.

Straining with all his might Harry began to do the same inexplicable thing he did with his wand to use magic. He strained, his hand pointed at Voldemort.

"Ha Ha Ha, oooo, I'm really scared Harry, are you going to drown my with your futile sweat?" taunted Voldemort.

Ignoring Voldemort's comment Harry strained all the harder, but for all his anger and emotion against Voldemort Harry couldn't do a thing.

"Voldemort picked up a struggling Cho by the neck, holding her with one hand high in the air, he began to squeeze."

Cho gurgled, hey eyes bulging. They made eye contact for the briefest of moments and then Harry resumed looking over Voldemort's right shoulder. Ever so slowly the great boulder begain to tip towards Harry, Voldemort standing between him and the rock. Cho stopped struggling at she watched the boulder fall towards the unsuspecting Voldemort. Seeing Cho's facial expression Voldemort turned, his eyes wide, he began to run dropping a gasping Cho as he took off. Struggling to his feet Harry grabbed Cho's arm and dragged her to safety as his continued to make the boulder fall. But Voldemort was nearly safe also, and Harry realized that the rock was bigger than he thought; it was going to crush him and Cho. Holding his hands up, Harry focused his energy on stopping the massive boulder from crushing them. The weight seemed to transfer itself to Harry. His entire body felt as if thousands of pounds were pressing down on him. Vision fading Harry gave one last defiant shove pushing the boulder back up at a sideways angle. The boulder came smashing down sideways completely crushing Voldemort. Harry collapsed, and passed out once again.

Hours later Harry awoke in the shade of the fallen boulder. The sun was setting and a small fire was burning brightly against the rock. Cho was leaning against the boulder next to him, an angry purple bruise covered her neck.

"Harry, you did it, you killed him." Cho whispered.

Harry remained in comfortable silence. They watched the fire for several minutes.

"Say how do we get back?" Cho asked.

"Same way I got back with Cedric's body. The port key." Cho flinched at Harry's mention of Cedric.

They sat some more, sharing thier mixed grief and happiness. Until Harry began to chuckle, then laugh heartily.

"What?" asked a puzzled Cho.

"Looks like there will have to be two ties today. We will have to find and capture the Snitch at the same time to return. How the hell are we going to pull that off without broomsticks?" Cho laughed too.

"Lets wait till tomorrow." she said.

"I call the nice patch of dirt." said Harry.

They settled down, using their outer Quiditch uniforms for blankets. Although hot in the daytime, the desert got quite cool in the evening. Harry smiled and drifted off into sleep.



To be continued

Yay Harry killed Voldemort, but how the hell will they get back together. Imagine, you are trying to grasp a Snitch at the same time as someone else, you have no idea where it is, and you have no broomstick. Please R & R.