When wizards and witches attack. (With the help of the gardener)

It's the final chapter, enjoy!



The pain was almost too much for Harry, but he kept standing. "So, we meet again." Voldemort hissed.

Ridcully stepped forward. "Sir, you and your group better leave, I don't recall inviting you lot."

"Lord Voldemort does not NEED an invitation." The skinny man said in his cold voice. He looked at Harry. "Too bad the old
fool isn't around to see you die, Potter." He raised his wand. "Avada." He stopped, an arrow in his wand-arm. He looked at
Ridcully, armed with a crossbow.

"There's more where that came from." Ridcully said, not looking as jolly as he used to. Harry looked around. All the wizards
had their wands out, and he saw the Dean muttering a spell under his breath. He released it, and a fire-ball was hurled at
the Death Eaters. Some of the robes caught fire and they ran around, panicked. Voldemort didn't look concerned, and the other
Death Eaters used a spell to summon water.

"Not bad. This might even be an interesting battle." Voldemort said, showing no empathy towards the burned Death Eaters.

Behind Harry some more wizards moved forward, most of them preparing a fire-ball to hurl.
Ridcully dropped the crossbow and prepared a fire-ball himself. "Prepare to hurl...Now!" About five fire-balls hit the group
of Death Eaters, missing Voldemort completely. Most of the group was on fire and too panicked to think of a spell. About
five jumped in the lake, and some others rolled on the floor to stop the fire.

"Nice shot, but you'll need more than simple fire to get rid of me." Voldemort said, still not worried. Behind him, Harry
saw several big lumps move. In the darkness he couldn't see what they were, but they moved slowly, towards Voldemort who
couldn't see them. "And would you fat wizards get out of the way, so I can finally kill Potter." It wasn't a question, it
was an order.

"You're not a very polite man, are you?" Professor Ogg commented. "Your mum and dad should've paid more attention to your
upbringing."

"My mother was a weakling, and my father too foolish to be anything but an annoyance."

The lumps were moving closer, and as they came nearer, Harry could smell them. A horrible stench. "Compost heaps!" Ron
whispered. "They're Modo's compost heaps!" He was right. Three of Modo's big compost heaps were about twenty feet behind
Voldemort, who smelled them as well and looked behind him. This was what the wizards were waiting for, and they prepared
another round of firebals to hurl, but missed completely. Voldemort's head snapped back to them. "Attacking me when I turn
around is not very noble. Good for me I was protected by magic, or you might have harmed me." Casually he used a spell on
the compost heap, but it didn't stop. He turned around again and used other spells to slow them down, or explode them. Even
the Avada curse didn't help, since the heaps weren't really alive. All Voldemort could do was run away from them, but he
didn't know about the Luggage, waiting for him in the darkness and how it had eaten, bit and chased away the few remaining
Death Eaters.

After a while they heard sounds of curses used on the Luggage. "Aren't you worried about it, sir?" Hermione asked Rincewind.

"No, not really. No spell ever had any effect on him, and I don't expect any spell ever will. He'll probably try to eat him,
I suppose." Rincewind was wrong, since Voldemort was chased back to the wizards and the three compost heaps, still moving
around slowy. Rincewind shrugged. "Probably full from eating that gang of his."

Voldemort ran back, the Luggage right behind. Then he made the same mistake Ron had. He looked behind, tripped, and the
Luggage started jumping up and down on him. The compost heaps moved towards him as well, and started swallowing him after
the Luggage jumped off.

"If that doesn't do it, I don't know what will." Ridcully said, cheerfully. He walked towards the heaps, and the ones that
weren't on top off Voldemort, edged away and stopped moving. He was followed by Harry, Ron, Hermione and the teachers, while
most students stormed out the castle as well, to see what happened. Ridcully pulled an unconscious Voldemort out the heap,
with the help of Stibbons and Rincewind. The Luggage was looking excited, like he wanted to jump and down on Voldemort again.
"Anyone know a spell to keep him unconscious?" Ridcully asked.

A seventh year stepped forward, and suggested one. Since none of teachers had heard of it, the student did it. They weren't
sure if it worked, but Voldemort was still unconscious, so it hadn't done any harm.

"Right. Gytha, go send an owl to Dumbledore, I'm sure he'd like to hear what we did." He said to Professor Ogg.

Out of the shadow of the Forbidden Forest stepped Dumbledore, smiling. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Mustrum." He was
followed by the Hogwarts staff, who stayed behind a bit at the sight on Voldemort. "What did you to the Death Eaters?"

Rincewind stepped forward, with the Luggage. "It ate most of them, but some were chased into the woods."

Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure the centaurs will bring them to me. So tell me Mustrum, how did you defeat him? I think
everybody would like to know."

Sounds of "Yeah, explain!"and "Definitely!" filled the air. "The compost heaps ATE him!"
One students exclaimed.

Ridcully looked flattered. "I didn't do it all by myself, I had some help. We distracted Wolderfort with the fireballs,
while Esme used her witchcraft on Modo's compost heaps, to overpower him."

The Hogwarts staff looked at the stinking, not-moving compost heaps and at Professor Weatherwax. "How did you that?"
Professor McGonagall inquired.

Professor Weatherwax gave a little smile. "I reminded the compost heap of what it had been. Mostly plants, but some other
things as well. Once he was convinced he was alive, he was more than willing to attack."

The real professors looked impressed. "Congratulations Mustrum, I couldn't have handled it better myself." Dumbledore
stepped forward shake hands with Ridcully.

"Thanks, it was my pleasure. Really, I haven't had this much fun in years." Ridcully said, smiling.

"I trust you'll be going home as soon as possible?" Dumbledore said.

"Well, we were wondering, since we haven't got anything waiting for us at the University, maybe we could stay for another
day, to celebrate, perhaps with a feast?" Ridcully asked.

"A feast in the honour of the defeat is in place, I'm sure our house-elves will be delighted."

"I sure am not." Hermione whispered.

"Yes, about those elves, where are they? I haven't seen them." Ridcully said, not hearing Hermione.

"They hid. I'm sure they'll come back when they hear it's safe." Dumbledore answered. "But let's go inside, and make
arrangements to send him where he belongs." Dumbledore used a spell on Voldemort to make sure he remained unconscious, and
left him behind, guarded by the Luggage and the compost heaps.

The next week the wizards left to go their own home, which Ridcully revealed to be entirely different world. The news was
received with confused stares and gasps from most students, including Ron and Harry. Hermione just thought is made sense for
them to be so weird.


Meanwhile, somewhere else in Britain.

Voldemort opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was pain, like hundred of little feet stamping on him, and all of a
sudden, the foulest stench ever. "Wormtail, Wormtail, where are you?" He demanded.

"Right here, my lord." The short man answered, scared.

"Where are we?"

"In your fathers old villa again, sir. I did not know where else to go."

Voldemort nodded. "That's better than some places, and worse than others. What happened exactly, Wormtail?"

"You were overpowered by a walking trunk and a compost heap, my lord."

If this news has shocked the Dark Lord, he didn't show it. "What happened to my loyal Death Eaters?"

Peter fidgeted with his hands.

"What happened, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked, more demanding.

"The-they, most of them got eaten, my lord, by the trunk. Others were bitten, a couple jumped in the lake because they were
on fire, and a few ran."

"Where are they now, Wormtail?"

"I do not know, my lord."

"Then we'll have to make sure they know where I am." Voldemort stood up, and pressed his wand against Peter's Dark Mark. A
few seconds later, about halve of the original group had Apparated in the villa. Most of them kneeled, and uttered words of
disbelief. "You did not think I was beaten this easily, did you? But enough of this, let us move on to our next plan."


After a few weeks, on Hogwarts

Everything was back to normal, History was as boring as always, Divination and Potions the usual hell and Care of Magical
Creatures as non-violent like normal.

One day in december when Harry, Ron and Hermione were on their way to the hall for lunch, they stumbled unto Professor
Dumbledore. "Sir? We still have some questions about the er, other teachers." Harry said.

"Questions? Ask away. I can't promise I'll answer all of them, but one can always ask."

"I was wondering why you chose wizards from a different world, when there are plenty on this world." Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled. "A good question, and one with a simple answer. Ridcully and his fine staff had never heard of Voldemort,
and therefore they didn't fear him like the wizards here. I suspected he might try something like this, and I didn't want
wizards here who would only panick. Because they had never heard of Voldemort except for what I had explained them, they
faced without fear, and that's why they won. Fear clouds your ability to think and defend yourself." He explained.

"I'm pretty sure the Luggage was just as important as the wizards' ignorance." Hermione said.

"Yes, a walking, biting and human eating trunk does have it advantages, which is one of the reason I chose wizards from that
particular world." Dumbledore's face fell a little. "Too bad Rincewnd didn't want to stay. He seemed like a fine enough
teacher to me. Oh well, can't win them all. Let us go to lunch, before it's all eaten." He said, and ushered the three to
the great hall.

"One thing sir, do you think one day we'll really defeat You-Know-who?" Ron asked.

"I have full confidence in our abilities. When a bunch of wizards from a different planet can render him unconscious, surely
we can defeat him. But enough of this guessing, let us go to great hall, and eat lunch before the others do." And with that,
the conversation was over and the four walked to the hall.

Well, that wraps it up for me, but remember to review it. Thanks.