DISCAILMER: I do not own anything Harry Potter, it all belongs to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishings, and Warner Bros. Entertainment. I shall never make profit from this Fan Fiction (unfortunately) so you haven't a case against me. Just a loyal fan here, nothing more.
Rated PG for one very messy death (comically anyway), a few battles and Fleur's hair being short.
The Fic That Shall Not Be Named
by Mackenzie Thea
Chapter Three
The Death of a Sorcerer
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We left our heroes, Harry, Ron and Hermione, wondering what Voldemort was planning to do with the cane/sword he held high.
He was planning to kill them all of course!
With Dumbldore gone (he left) and Sirius cowering under the bed naked ("... eeeee... eeee...") Harry didn't know what they could do to stop this up and coming doom.
Help came on the wings of a dove.
Actually help came in the form of the heir of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"Harry look!" Exclaimed Ron pointing to the door. Not that he had to point it out, everyone in the room (even Sirius) saw that the door had been broken open by....
"Cho Chang!" Everyone yelled.
"Who the hell are you?" Growled Voldemort.
Cho (in a white cotton shirt and draw-string pants) took on a fighting stance.
"I'm Rowena's heir, don't you read history?" She asked pomusly. Cho drew a sword, which had blue design running down the blade, and a blue tassle attached to the handle.
"It's the blue destiny!" Exclaimed Hermione. "Rowena Ravenclaw's sword!"
Ron hit a giant gong and the room transformed into that of an oriental fighting arena. He, Harry and Hermione (now in white munk-ish robes) did the hand-over-fist bow and stepped back from the fight.
Voldemort held Slytherin's sword infront of him so that it covered half his gaunt face, he twisted the handle so that the blade went sideways and took off one of his eyebrows.
Cho did an elaborate strectch (so elaborate that Hermione thought it was a jig and began to dance) and held the Blue Destiny out behind her, and two fingers out in front of her poised to strike.
Ron hit the gong again, and this time tossed a Mountain Dew out at them. Both Voldemort and Cho caught it, and began fighting/dancing over it.
Harry blew a dart out and it hit Voldemort in the back of the head, the second one, however, hit the Mountain Dew can. Cho got the entire Dew because she plugged the other hole with her finger.
Voldemort, enraged by Cho's sneakyness, threw her and the empty Dew can across the room. He raised Slytherin's sword ready to strike until....
"Huuuld on Che!" Burst Semeus and a few other red-heads (including most of the Weasley clan) into the room. Semeus had blue paint on his face and was carring a long sword with the engrament W. The Weird on it. He looked back at the other red-heads and said.
"They may take our lives, but they'll never take-"
But it was no good, because the crowd left at the phrase "take our lives" and placed their bets with the Weasley twins.
Fleur Delacour burst into the room with short spiky hair and armor on. She was atop a horse and led a group of men, the sword in her hand was engraved with H. Hufflepuff.
"All those who love me, follow me!"
And this battle cry worked much better, all of the school and most of the house evles stood behind her (some on broomsticks) ready to charge.
"In the name of Jesus, the King of heaven!"
"But," Said Dr. Laura entering in bandages and walk with a crutch. "How do you explain-"
She was knocked out the window by the Weasley twins with their Quidditch clubs.
Voldemort was out numbered. He looked over the edge of the mountain at the firey abbyss and yelled out loud.
"To end, like this?!"
Harry drew his G. Gryffindor sword, Hermione her dagger and her vile of healing potion, and Ron his sword and shield. Draco started the music.
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!!!"
Everyone crowded around Voldemort as he spoke his final words.
Voldemort studied his wounds and said quietly.
"This is really going to hurt tomorrow..."
And everyone rejoiced because they were finally rid of the Dark Lord! The Weasley carried Ron, Hermione and Harry on their shoulders. Sirius was boogyin' along with everyone else (he came out from under the bed because someone gave him this big Hawiian shirt). Everyone was happy, well most people were... there were a few exceptions.
Snape, who was running around the crowd with his hands over his ears screaming "I hate you all! I hate you all!" and a few words he learn from his Uncle who was a sailor, while Dumbledore told the foreigners that he had terets sydrome.
Winky, after one look at the mess of Voldemort's body, stood on a broomstick high in the air holding a sign that said "union".
And, of course, Draco Malfoy, because he can never be happy.
'It's always Harry... Harry, Harry, Harry!'
"Wait!" Yelled Ron, the room fell to silence. "Bring forth the greasy haired one!"
"I assume I am the one being reffered to here..." Said Snape who had just taken to sulking in a corner.
"Yes you!" Ron hopped down off his brothers shoulders smiling evily, Crookshanks held behind his back.
Snape's mouth expanded and he whirled toward the reader.
End theme play, credits roll, this baby is over!
The End
Rated PG for one very messy death (comically anyway), a few battles and Fleur's hair being short.
The Fic That Shall Not Be Named
by Mackenzie Thea
Chapter Three
The Death of a Sorcerer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We left our heroes, Harry, Ron and Hermione, wondering what Voldemort was planning to do with the cane/sword he held high.
He was planning to kill them all of course!
With Dumbldore gone (he left) and Sirius cowering under the bed naked ("... eeeee... eeee...") Harry didn't know what they could do to stop this up and coming doom.
Help came on the wings of a dove.
Actually help came in the form of the heir of Rowena Ravenclaw.
"Harry look!" Exclaimed Ron pointing to the door. Not that he had to point it out, everyone in the room (even Sirius) saw that the door had been broken open by....
"Cho Chang!" Everyone yelled.
"Who the hell are you?" Growled Voldemort.
Cho (in a white cotton shirt and draw-string pants) took on a fighting stance.
"I'm Rowena's heir, don't you read history?" She asked pomusly. Cho drew a sword, which had blue design running down the blade, and a blue tassle attached to the handle.
"It's the blue destiny!" Exclaimed Hermione. "Rowena Ravenclaw's sword!"
Ron hit a giant gong and the room transformed into that of an oriental fighting arena. He, Harry and Hermione (now in white munk-ish robes) did the hand-over-fist bow and stepped back from the fight.
Voldemort held Slytherin's sword infront of him so that it covered half his gaunt face, he twisted the handle so that the blade went sideways and took off one of his eyebrows.
Cho did an elaborate strectch (so elaborate that Hermione thought it was a jig and began to dance) and held the Blue Destiny out behind her, and two fingers out in front of her poised to strike.
Ron hit the gong again, and this time tossed a Mountain Dew out at them. Both Voldemort and Cho caught it, and began fighting/dancing over it.
Harry blew a dart out and it hit Voldemort in the back of the head, the second one, however, hit the Mountain Dew can. Cho got the entire Dew because she plugged the other hole with her finger.
Voldemort, enraged by Cho's sneakyness, threw her and the empty Dew can across the room. He raised Slytherin's sword ready to strike until....
"Huuuld on Che!" Burst Semeus and a few other red-heads (including most of the Weasley clan) into the room. Semeus had blue paint on his face and was carring a long sword with the engrament W. The Weird on it. He looked back at the other red-heads and said.
"They may take our lives, but they'll never take-"
But it was no good, because the crowd left at the phrase "take our lives" and placed their bets with the Weasley twins.
Fleur Delacour burst into the room with short spiky hair and armor on. She was atop a horse and led a group of men, the sword in her hand was engraved with H. Hufflepuff.
"All those who love me, follow me!"
And this battle cry worked much better, all of the school and most of the house evles stood behind her (some on broomsticks) ready to charge.
"In the name of Jesus, the King of heaven!"
"But," Said Dr. Laura entering in bandages and walk with a crutch. "How do you explain-"
She was knocked out the window by the Weasley twins with their Quidditch clubs.
Voldemort was out numbered. He looked over the edge of the mountain at the firey abbyss and yelled out loud.
"To end, like this?!"
Harry drew his G. Gryffindor sword, Hermione her dagger and her vile of healing potion, and Ron his sword and shield. Draco started the music.
"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage!!!"
Everyone crowded around Voldemort as he spoke his final words.
Voldemort studied his wounds and said quietly.
"This is really going to hurt tomorrow..."
And everyone rejoiced because they were finally rid of the Dark Lord! The Weasley carried Ron, Hermione and Harry on their shoulders. Sirius was boogyin' along with everyone else (he came out from under the bed because someone gave him this big Hawiian shirt). Everyone was happy, well most people were... there were a few exceptions.
Snape, who was running around the crowd with his hands over his ears screaming "I hate you all! I hate you all!" and a few words he learn from his Uncle who was a sailor, while Dumbledore told the foreigners that he had terets sydrome.
Winky, after one look at the mess of Voldemort's body, stood on a broomstick high in the air holding a sign that said "union".
And, of course, Draco Malfoy, because he can never be happy.
'It's always Harry... Harry, Harry, Harry!'
"Wait!" Yelled Ron, the room fell to silence. "Bring forth the greasy haired one!"
"I assume I am the one being reffered to here..." Said Snape who had just taken to sulking in a corner.
"Yes you!" Ron hopped down off his brothers shoulders smiling evily, Crookshanks held behind his back.
Snape's mouth expanded and he whirled toward the reader.
End theme play, credits roll, this baby is over!
The End
