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A/N: Easter special. It's very short, but I hope it gets me out of my writer's block and I just wanted to have something to upload after all this time.

Ps. I started a yahoo group so my readers, that means you, can be notified when I update. This works for all my stories, except for this one. ^_^

Thank you all for reviewing, this includes the reviews for my side step Unforgivable.

Atticus J. Finch: :::Claps you on the back::: Can't have my reviewers chocking, now can I? Glad you liked it and I'll remember you like gore, like most of my reviewers.

Cicy: Thanks a lot and yes, I'm pretty proud of this one.

I can see Thestrals: Nightmares, huh? Another job well done.... *cough* uhm, I mean, I'm sorry to hear that. Hope you sleep well. By the way, your website link on your profile doesn't work, just thought I'd mention it.

Jarie1019: Five reviews, wow, thanks. You certainly got the number up ^_^ and watch it with the fluff comments.... just kiddin. I'm very glad you liked them all and thanks again.

Kim13: :::Takes another Bow::: Thank you very much. But did you like it? Guess so, otherwise you probably wouldn't have reviewed. Oh my God..... I knew I had some optimism hidden somewhere in the light corners of my brain. :)

Limegreenlion: :::Hands you a plastic bag::: Um, well, sorry about that, but I'm very glad you liked it. *_*

Midnight: Twice even... Thanks. Sorry about your stomach by the way, but that was kinda the point. :)

Miss-Aurelia: Nope, he didn't get eaten this time. :) Most gruesome chapter? I don't know, it's a tie with Skin Demon I think.... ^_^ And when I say gore, I mean gore, so you should know better than to eat before reading a chapter with that warning. :p I'm glad you agree about the 13 year old, of course I want people to read my stuff, but I doubt it's good for him/her to read some of this.

Death eaters will never get me.... They're my friends. :) j/k, I wanted to work on Rifts, but somehow the chapter wouldn't come out and I had to kill this LotR-crossover-plotbunny before I could continue. I wrote the last chapter of ADD mostly against writers block, but I'm still very glad you liked it. And is it just me, or are my review responses getting longer and longer? Oh well.... :)

Shadafakup: Thanks and did you just say you wanted me to elaborate... ? More gore? I already have complaints about queasy stomachs and such, but I'll see what I can do.... :)

Skull Bearer: :::Bows::: Thank you, thank you.... All hail the dark order. By the way, I love your bio.

Who wants to know?: MY HERO :::Claps hand in front of her nose::: But you'd better stay away from my brain or I will never write again. ^_^ My own opinion of Hermione is subject to change, which definitely shows in my fics. In Rifts she's a meddlesome brat, in Reality she's a bit of a rebel and in Core of Power she's just a sweet girl. But I can sympathise, Hermione is very easy to hate. :) At least she died this time, heh?

At Death's Door

Part 16: The Easter Egg Hunt

Rated: PG13

Warning: Killer eggs, corny jokes and of course some gore.

"Dammit, where are those things?" Harry mumbled to himself as he lifted another chair in the old abandoned classroom and looked beneath it, only to find nothing once again. He put back the chair and continued looking, it was very important he'd find what he was looking for.

Eggs.

It was the annual Easter egg hunt, courtesy of headmaster Dumbledore of course, and the person who found the most eggs would win a year's supply of lemondrops. They weren't allowed to use magic for it, as not to give the older students an advantage, and eggs of all sizes were hidden all over the school grounds, from the quidditch pitch to the top of the astronomy tower.

It wasn't that actually wanted the candy, but he really wanted to beat Malfoy so he could wipe that smug look of that ferret's face. The Slytherin had been taunting him before the hunt started, saying that with his eyes he wouldn't be able to find a dragon's egg, let alone a small chocolate egg.

So far Malfoy had been right, he hadn't found one egg, of any size, and he was getting desperate. He was the only one to go looking in this remote part of the castle and now he was doubting his decision. He had thought that there would probably be eggs hidden in every room in the castle and if he went where others didn't he'd be the one to find the most eggs. Guess he was wrong.

Suddenly he heard a voice, or at least he thought he did, but it was gone before he could determine the origin. Maybe another student past the room? He ignored it and continued looking under the desks, slowly making his way to the back of the room.

Again he heard the voice, this time clearer. He was sure he heard the word 'eggs', but again he didn't see anyone in the room. He stepped outside and looked both ways down the hall, but there was no one there.

"Great, this egg hunt must be getting to my head." He murmured as he walked back to desks he hadn't searched yet.

As he reached the last row of desks he heard the voice again, but it was back to being unintelligible. He automatically looked up again, even though he was sure there wouldn't be anything there.

But there it was, he could see a shadow swiftly moving across the ground. He immediately jumped after it, past the desks and chairs, but when he reached the back of the classroom he only found two broken chairs and a cold fireplace filled with ashes.

The shadow had been too small for a human and that voice.... A snake, of course, it had to be. But where had it gone?

He tried to call it, but since he couldn't actually tell if he was speaking parseltongue and in the past he had only been able to do when he actually saw a snake, he decided to give up and go back to searching for eggs instead of snakes. He might just run into it again anyway.

The only place he hadn't searched in this room was the last row, so he turned back to the desk closest to him and ducked to look under it, pushing the chair out of his line of vision.

There! That was certainly egg shaped, maybe his luck was finally turning? He got on hands and knees and crawled under the desk. He had seen the reddish shapes all the way in the back.

He reached for them with his right hand and just as he was about to grab them, one of them exploded. The heat was unbearable, it burned his hand, his arm and his eyes. The only thing he saw was a red flash and then there was only darkness. Darkness and heat.

He stumbled backwards in shock, but he hit his head against the desktop, hard. As the pain flared in his skull, something else exploded. This time the heat came from his left side and he was flung against the right side of the desk, jarring his shoulder and making him cry out in pain.

The cry quickly turned into screaming as the heat and brilliant pain travelled across his legs and further up with amazing speed.

The high pitched shriek of utter pain was only silenced with a final explosion of heat when the last eggs ignited together.

Harry Potter was no more, but neither were the freshly laid Ashwinder eggs that he had found.

It was a third year Hufflepuff who found the still smoking corpse buried beneath burned and blackened pieces of desk and chair and as she ran to get a teacher she squished the last chocolate egg, ending the egg hunt. She found her way to the great hall, crying and mumbling about roasted saviours, just as Draco Malfoy was declared the winner and Dumbledore was handing the Slytherin a gigantic sac of egg shaped lemondrops.

At the eulogy no one had the heart to laugh when the headmaster began talking about Harry's eggciting and eggtraordinary life.

End part 16.

Ooh, bad, corny jokes. ^_^

There's a description and drawing of the Ashwinder and it's eggs in the bestiary of the Harry Potter lexicon.

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