"We use the expecto patronus spell, obviously," Amy One rolled her eyes. "That would be the smart thing to do!"
Amy Five shook her head. "There are too many of them for that," she said. "Does anyone have a better plan?"
Amy Six replied. "Yeah. If we can make Annie go down, that's only one. We'll need to get all of them. If everyone in the entire school does the patronus spell at the same time, they can't win!"
Amys One, Two, Four, and Eight nodded in approval. "Wait a minute!" Andy Eleven said. "What if they get us by then?"
"Well, those Dementors must fear Dumbledore if You Know Who does, so I'd say we get him in on this," Andy said.
"But Andy Five," Amy Eleven objected. "That's crazy! How are we going to do that?"
"All we really have to do is fight the Dementors," Amy Six replied. "I don't really see any other way."
"I agree," Amy said.
"So, why don't we do that?" Andy asked. "If everyone agrees."
Amy held her wand in front of her as the Amys herded themselves out of the area, and they all ran to the front entrance. "I'll get the students," Amy Five offered. "Mr. Devon told me the passwords to each of them."
"Why didn't he tell me that?" Amy asked. Although Five taking leadership was not what Amy wanted, it seemed as if there was no other way to win. She was also too shook up to care if everyone liked Five better than her. Now, she was really just an Amy. If they all died, it wouldn't matter who had been the leader, and who had just been another Amy.
As herds of nervous students were given the incantation, Amy Five came up alongside Amy to give news. "Dumbledore didn't like the idea of having all of the students fight at first. But it seemed like the only way, so he was not so resistant when I told him that."
"Okay," Amy said.
As the group stepped outside, thousands of Dementors were waiting to attack. Choruses of the spell flowed through the crowd of students, and everyone, well, except for some Slytherins fought. Amy saw a kid get attacked by a Dementor, and shrieked. "You can't go back now!" Amy Five yelled. "Keep fighting!"
"That was an Amy!" Eight yelled.
After hours of struggle, a Dementor had Amy pinned down. "Expecto patronus!" she screamed, pointing her wand at it.
Tremulously, Amy made it back to her feet, and continued the fight. "I think we've won," Amy Five said.
"But who was the Amy?" Amy asked.
She looked down at the huddled mass that was one of her sisters, and looked at her outfit. She was wearing a black halter-top, and had a crescent moon on her back. It wasn't Aly, but then again, Amy hadn't expected it to be, since she hadn't called her. The Amy lay so peacefully, not realizing what had happened to her. Andy rushed over, and felt the Amys pulse.
"Is she alive?" Amy Four asked.
"Who is she?" Andy Eleven asked fearfully, dreading that it would be his beloved Amy One.
A tear ran down Five's cheek. "Another Amy destroyed," she said.
"Shh," Andy said. "We don't have all the facts yet."
Amy looked at the girl's ear, and realized that there was no hole, so it obviously wasn't Twelve. "Okay, count off," she said.
"One," she said.
"Here," One said.
"Two?"
"Here."
It went on, until they reached Eleven. "Eleven? Eleven?"
"Oh, sorry, here," an Amy said nervously.
"It's Annie," Amy said.
Cheers and whoops went out among the Amys, and Five stopped crying. Annie was dead. She was finally dead! She would never hurt anyone again! The real Annie snickered, once all of the Amys had left. "Foolish to believe that I was really Number Eleven. Too bad for them." Still, since the entire army was destroyed, and Voldemort was really too weak to fight himself, Annie's hopes of destroying the others with magic were pretty much failed.
A/N: More replica stuff coming. If this ending isn't satisfying, please tell me, and I'll re-write itJ I will write more replica, though.
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