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AN: I have no clue where this came from. Shameless plug go read 2 Words Apart. Warning it has Slash!
Hermione Granger was doing what she did best research not just any research but a way to kill Voldemort. When she stumbled upon a book entitled Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix. She grabbed the book and high tailed it out of there to go find Harry and Ron. Finding them on the battlements of the school, she was running to show them the book and tripped over her own two feet. The book went flying out of her hands and down it fell onto the head of the Dark Lord Voldemort killing him instantly. Harry and Ron cocked their heads in that I'm-a-confused-puppy-look-at-me way.
"You killed him," Harry said, "but I was going to kill him."
"No you dolt. J.K Rowling killed him she wrote this slab." Snape said popping up.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked.
"None ya." Snape said disappearing with a pop.
So from that day on J.K Rowling was held as a hero in Wizarding world and Harry was locked up in St. Mungo's for repeating I'm the hero. Ron and Hermione visit him every weekend. They later got married and had ten children. Years later Hermione told the story of how the Dark Lord died with laughter.
