Harry walked down the dark, cold hallway slowly, knowing his impending fate would be overwhelming. He thought he was doing so well in his classes; he hadn't broken any rules, but why had Professor McGonagall s very sternly and publicly announced that he was wanted in her office after dinner.

The torches cast flickering shadows upon the stone floor, which he looked at the entire way to her office. He just knew, by some unknown psychic or magical power, he simply knew for a fact that he was in considerable trouble.

He rounded the corner that led to her office, and heard voices speaking:

". . . believe he, of all people . . ."

"I knew he was trouble . . . ."

". . . afraid I'll have . . . ."

". . . Since I'm Head, I shall . . ." At this Harry mustered all the courage he had and reluctantly walked inside. He saw Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick, Sprout, Hawkins (the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher), and Hooch. They towered formidably over him, and Harry was uncomfortably intimidated. Dumbledore was the first to speak.

"Harry," he walked forward from the fire, and his looked down at Harry through his half-moon spectacles. "I have heard some very, very disturbing rumors about you."

"We've," McGonagall cut in, "heard that you – you've been practicing Dark magic inside the school dormitories-"

"Is this true, Harry?" asked Dumbledore interrupted. He looked at him in earnest, wanting desperately the truth.

"Prof-" Harry was about state his confusion, but something very odd started happening. Harry's eyes rolled up into his head, and his lips curled back in a snarl, giving him a very demonic face, a devil from the deepest pits of hell. His eyes started to glow a hellish white, and his face turned to the color of milk.

"Harry?" said McGonagall warily, trembling.

"He's being controlled," yelled Snape, who pulled out his wand. In a loud voice, Harry cried: "The Dark Lord, for the sixth time, rises again!"

Harry's wand was raised, and from it came an unholy and evil light, bathing the entire room with screams and thuds. Harry left the room and called through the intercom in McGonagall's voice, "All children will please report to the Great Hall immediately."

Harry walked down the corridor toward the Great Hall, invisible was he from the spell he'd put upon himself. He walked to the balcony overlooking the Great Hall, and saw the students of Hogwarts filing in and assembling at the tables. He lifted his invisibility charm and waited for them all to be seated, and called aloud in a completely strange and deep voice: "Children, you have now come . . ."

At this point, Hermione and Ron were calling up at him.

"You are now assembling in the court of Lord Voldemort!" A loud scream came from the Hufflepuff table, and the rest were just a smattering of murmurs. Evidently, no one believed him.

"I have now come to overtake the magical world for myself. Power and greed are my sustenance-" His eyes turned gold, and a look of surprise comes upon his face. A loud voice was heard: "How dare you infiltrate this castle! Now will you die, you son of a bitch!?" And a spell was cast.

Harry's body was now glowing with a light, a light of defeat, of utter and extreme destruction. At last, his body started to separate, and finally, he burst, sending shining parts all over the Great Hall and over the students.

It was sure to be said that that was the last of the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort . . . .