Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. I don't own Barney. Whoever created him, owns him. I don't know their names.

Chapter Seventeen: Harry's Brilliant Plan

A/N: I think I can safely guarantee that Harry's plan for defeating Voldemort is um, creative and original. I was on a sugar high while writing this chapter while reading a science textbook, so it may be a bit odd. Okay, okay. This chapter is downright weird! I come up with the strangest ideas when I eat too much sugar. Let's move on with the story...

Previously

Fortunately, an idea popped into Harry's head. This would be embarrassing and he would probably need therapy afterwards, but he had to do it- for everyone's sake.

-On with the story-

Long ago, when he was no more than five years old, Harry watched a children's program on television. Well, actually he peeked through a hole in the wall of his "room" and saw this program on the television. Anyway, his cousin Dudley would watch it every single day, and turn it up to full volume much to the neighbors' dismay. If Harry remembered correctly, it was by far, the most annoying children's program he had ever had the misfortune to watch. This program was "Barney."

(A/N: I mean no offense to the creators of Barney. Anything pertaining to "Barney" should not be taken seriously. In case any of you readers like to sue, I should point out that I do not own Barney in any way, shape, or form. I give full credit to Barney's creators. Sorry, I don't know their names, and no offense to Barney fans. This is just for fun!)

Harry remembered having countless nightmares of large purple dinosaurs that sang way too often and badly. He also remembered that this diabolical mutant also sang about love and sharing all the time- two things that Voldemort could not tolerate.

Harry continued to aim his wand at Voldemort, and fought the urge to laugh. He took a deep breath and began singing:

I love you

You love me

Surprise and fear spread across Voldemort's face. "What are you doing Potter? Stop that singing this instant!" Voldemort clamped his hands over his ears, trying to shield himself from the song's message of "love." (A/N: You may be wondering why Voldemort didn't just use a silencing charm. The answer is simple- the song was driving him mad and wrecking his logic. Trust me. This song is a deadly weapon. Er, no offense to the song's writer.)

Harry grinned and continued to sing while Ron struggled to hold in his laughter.

We're all one big ha-ppy fam-il-y

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you

It was an interesting sight: Voldemort was cowering in the corner of the dungeon, trying to hold onto his sanity. His body shook violently and his head looked like it was about to explode. When Harry was sure Voldemort was distracted enough, he shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" Green light filled the room as Voldemort's blood-curdling screams caused Harry and Ron to cover their ears. Soon, the screams stopped and Voldemort lay lifeless, no longer able to kill anyone anymore. Harry had finally avenged the deaths of his parents and countless others. His life would finally return to normal; he would no longer have to carry the burden of saving the world. For the first time since he could remember, a feeling of relief spread throughout Harry's body. It was over. It was finally over.

Harry stood over Voldemort's body and smiled as he finished his song.

Won't you say you love me, too?

"Harry, that was bloody brilliant! How did you think of that?" Ron congratulated Harry.

Harry shuddered. "I was very desperate." Harry turned his attention to Hermione. He pressed two fingers against Hermione's throat and felt a pulse. "S-She's alive?"

Ron nodded. "I almost thought she died, but she's alive, though barely."

Hermione had been hit with the Avada Kedavra curse and she lived? "But how? She should be dead," Harry asked, more baffled than ever.

Ron lifted the locket that hung around her neck and smiled "She didn't die because of this."

Harry sighed with relief. "I'm glad she's okay, but she needs to go to the hospital wing."

Ron wore a grave expression on his face. " She'll be okay, but Wood-"

Ron didn't need to finish that sentence. Harry knew what he was about to say; he would no longer be woken up by Wood at the crack of dawn on Saturday to play Quidditch. He would no longer sit through Wood's longwinded speeches, or hear him rant about Flint. More importantly, Hermione would be devastated when she discovered Wood's fate. Harry didn't know how Hermione would handle all of this especially when she had already lost her parents.

"Well, we better carry both of them back to school," Ron said.

Harry nodded. "Accio Stretchers!" The two boys placed Hermione and Oliver on the stretchers and began searching for a way out of the dungeon.

After wandering around for a bit, the boys found their way out of the dungeon and began trudging across a clearing in a forest.

"At least this place looks familiar," Harry observed," I think it's the Forbidden Forest."

Ron sighed. "Bloody hell! That means we're only at the beginning of the forest. We still have a ways to go."

Suddenly, they heard a very familiar nagging voice. "Quit your whining, Ron."

Harry and Ron stopped dead in their tracks and turned around. Hermione was sitting up on the stretcher, smiling weakly at them.

"Hermione!" The two boys hugged her, relieved that she had awakened.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.

Hermione massaged her forehead. "I have a bit of a headache actually, but other than that, I'm fine."

The boys sighed with relief, but they were a bit surprised that she was only suffering from a headache. "It's a good thing you wore that locket I gave you," Ron said.

"Thank you Ron for buying this locket at Hogsmeade, otherwise, I would be dead."

"You're welcome, Hermione. I'm just glad you're all right."

Hermione nodded. "Um, is Oliver going to be all right? " Hermione asked, her voice shaking when she saw Oliver sprawled out on the stretcher.

The boys shook their head. "I'm sorry, Hermione, but we don't think he's alive," Harry said gently.

Tears ran Hermione's face. "No, it can't be. He's alive! He's got to be!"

Ron placed his hand on Hermione's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Hermione wiped her tears from her eyes, but this was rather pointless, since even more tears poured out of her saddened brown eyes.. "T-Thanks, Ron. Could we stop by the lake before we head back to school? The lake was where Oliver first told me he l-loved me."

Harry gave her a gentle smile. "Of course." Eventually the trio arrived at the lake. Harry and Ron gently placed Oliver on the soft earth and walked away to give Hermione some time alone. She stared at Oliver and ran her fingers through his soft brown hair. Her fingers trailed down his pale cheek. "I've been a complete fool Oliver. I had all this time to tell you how I truly feel about you, and I didn't do it."

Hermione laid her head on Oliver's stomach, sobbing. He was the first and only guy she ever loved. Instead of treasuring their relationship, she took it for granted. Instead of telling Oliver each and every day how much she loved him, she pushed him away. Now it was too late. Time was up.

"Hermione?"

Hermione sat up and saw Oliver's eyes were open. "Oliver?"

"Yeah, its me." Oliver coughed a few times and briefly clutched his sides. Afterwards, he cupped her face with his hands and said, "My angel, I don't know how much time I have, so listen carefully. Hermione, you've always been there for me. I know you're going to say you haven't done nearly as much for me as I have for you, but you're wrong. Seeing you smile has done wonders for me. You know, I've been the Quidditch Captain since my third year at Hogwarts, and I've always had a lot of fans cheering for me, but I've never cheered for anyone until the moment I saw you. What I'm trying to say is that I will always be your biggest fan."

Tears overflowed from Hermione's brown eyes. "Hermione, remember the day at this lake when I told you how much I love you?"

Hermione nodded, still overcome with tears. "Well, after I told you about my feelings, you seemed a bit upset. I really thought I blew it, and that you would never want to be around me again, so I wrote a "good-bye" poem for you. Since you forgave me, I never recited it for you. But now the time is right. Oliver cleared his throat and recited his poem:

I'll treasure you always

You mean more to me

Than any words can convey

I can't help but worship you

As the goddess that you are

During my darkest hours

Hermione, you were my shining star

My only reason to live was to be with you

And admire your beauty, intelligence and charm

All I ever wanted was to be loved by you

And hold you forever in my arms

But you do not feel the same

I can't change your feelings

All I ask is for you to promise me

That you will find a guy

Who truly loves you

As much as I do

Oliver wiped away a tear from her face. "I love you my angel. Remember, I will be with you always." Before Hermione had a chance to tell him how much she loved him, Oliver's eyes snapped shut. He was gone.

Hermione laid her head on his stomach and sobbed. "I love you Oliver! I always have!" But it was too late. Questions of why she didn't tell him sooner and of why she was such a coward soared through her brain. She continued to sob for all of those she lost- her mother, her father and Oliver. Her world crumbled once again. She couldn't take it anymore. The sorrow was too great, so great in fact, that she could feel her heart breaking. All of the joy she had once known vanished within a second.

Finally, darkness overtook her as she laid next to Oliver, overwhelmed with grief.

A/N: All right, so everything sucks right now. Oliver's dying and Hermione has a broken heart, but at least Voldemort is dead.

And now, I will thank my reviewers:

Lost angel92: Well, at least you know Hermione will live. As for Oliver....um, read the next chapter. Thanks for reviewing!

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Me: It's strange, but I came up with the plot for this story while reading an older sibling's engineering magazine for fun (yes, I am a total science/math geek). I was reading something about signal processing and studying some mathematical proof on the opposite page, when I figured out how to develop the romance between Oliver and Hermione. My brain works in strange and mysterious ways. I don't know how to explain it. Thanks for reviewing!

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A/N: Since I got 8 reviews, I think it's only fair that I post the next chapter as well. Thank you all for your support!