After about an hour with my other story, back to the main one!

Yay! I have about 188 reviews now, so 12 until 200!

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Okay, then ONE chapter.

Please?

This story is nearing its end, and I want 200 reviews! Please? (That makes about 1,567 times I've asked you to review)

Now, enough groveling, groveling, cringing, bowing, stooping, and falling!

Time for the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own him!

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Harry's heart was beating at an average of 250 BPM right about now. The crucio spell was nearly right next to him, and he could do nothing to avoid it.

Besides rolling to the side, that is.

Throwing his entire body to the side as hard as he could, Harry Potter just barely avoided the spell. Forcing himself up, he squared off even to Voldemort again, breathing hard, his heart rate slowing.

"Potter..." sneered Voldemort, "I am about to make your life a LIVING HE-"

"You can't say that!" shouted out Harry. "That's really close to profanity!"

"I CAN SAY PROFANITY ALL I WANT!" roared Voldemort. "AND I WILL!"

Harry closed his eyes, ready for the wave of profanity that would surely bring the fic's rating up to an "R"...

"PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY! PROFANITY!"

Harry stared at Voldemort in disbelief.

"Anyway..." said Voldemort, "With this spell, I shall bring you eternal suffering! Get ready..."

Harry, again being an idiot, closed his eyes, not raising a wand in defense.

"TEAMUS ROSIE TEAMUS BLASTIUS!" screamed Voldemort. [Ever play Sonic Heroes? Then you'll fully understand this.]

Harry unscrewed his eyes, wondering what that spell could mean. And then the worst possible thing happened.

FLOWERS exploded out from Voldemort's wand. That's right, FLOWERS.

Harry stared at Voldemort in disbelief as the flowers brushed against him harmlessly. And no, they didn't release some poisonous gas. They just crumpled onto the ground harmlessly.

Harry, his wand askew in his hand, couldn't even have begun to explain his bewilderment, even if he wanted to. FLOWERS!?

Voldemort gasped. "T-the flowers t-touched you... AND YOU DIDN'T SCREAM IN PAIN!? Curse these bloody flowers; I'm going straight for the win!"

Harry, now regaining his senses, shouted "EXPELLIARMUS!" before Voldemort could raise his wand.

And he effectively knocked himself backwards. His wand flew out of his hand, way beyond his reach.

"CURSES!" screamed Harry. "MY ACCURSED WAND WAS BACKWARDS!"

"You idiot." Said Hermione, shaking her head, despite the incredible danger she was in.

Voldemort picked up Harry's wand, and cast it aside. "HA! POTTER, I SHALL KILL YOU! RIGHT NOW! AND NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU!"

"No!" screamed Hermione.

"Shut up! Stupefy!"

The stunner hit Hermione straight in the chest.

She was knocked out instantly.

"Great, there goes my LAST CHANCE!" shouted Harry in frustration.

"Yes... time to die..." said Voldemort, not killing Harry. "Now... after about one whole minute of talking, I shall kill you! Blah blah, blah blah blah blah... I shall kill you now... blah blah... Now... Blah..."

"Er, Voldemort?" said Harry, barely daring to ask the Dark Lord a question.

"Yes?" answered Voldemort sweetly.

"Why are you saying the word 'blah'?"

"BLAH!"

"You don't have to take it personally."

"Anyway, I've wasted a WHOLE MINUTE talking!"

"Actually, more like fifteen sec-"

"SHUT UP!"

"But-"

"SHUT... UP!"

"But I-"

"SHADDAP!"

"Well-"

"Shut your bottom lip up!"

"But-"

"But? Rhymes with up! Shut up!"

"You-"

"U? Is the first letter in up! SHUT UP!"

"I"

"You should go to www.shutup.com!"

"I actually tried, but-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Yes."

After this meaningless banter, Ron came in with Dumbledore at his heels.

"CURSES!" screamed Voldemort. "I've wasted too much time talking! And I've lost my chance to kill Harry Potter! I'm done for! CURSES! I was such an idiot!"

Harry shook his head in disbelief.

Dumbledore smiled. "So, Tom, we meet again." He drew his wand. "I am such an underwear obsessed idiot that I won't kill you, instead I must resort to the excuse that 'there are worse fates than death'. Not if you're evil, that is! But who cares, I'll just duel with you fruitlessly until, by some miracle, something happens that doesn't involve death! This won't happen, of course. So I guess I'll just have to defeat you, not kill you. Which is kind of the same thing. Actually, it's not, but I steal laundry. Why would I care?"

"Uh, I didn't understand that." Responded Voldemort. "But I doubt that it has my death involved."

"Yes." Said Dumbledore. "Now, Harry, Ron, Hermione, GET AWAY!"

Of course, they didn't listen, but Dumbledore seemed not to notice.

"This is the end, Riddle!" shouted Dumbledore, squaring off against Voldemort, that intense power seeming to radiate from his every ancient wrinkle.

"You know, I really should have shot a killing spell at you while your guard was down, but that would be unsportsman- AVADA KEDAVRA!" responded Voldemort.

Dumbledore deflected it with his wand somehow, his guard well up.

As Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had... er, woken up, all drew in a sharp breath, one thought raced through Harry's mind.

"How come no one else has come down this corridor?"

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Well, this is sort of the climax, I er... think. Anyway, next LOOONG chapter, the battle with Voldemort! And what way does Dumbledore have in mind to defeat Voldemort?

Dude, I'm not kidding. The next chapter will probably take me a few days to write. Sorry.

Anyway, after the next chapter, and then one or two others, THIS STORY WILL FINALLY BE OVER!

But don't worry, I may write a sequel if you want.

And the only way to tell me?

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