Chapter 23
Ding-Dong the witch is dead.
SNAP!
The sound filled the whole room. Voldemort dropped Harry in shock, and stepped back in horror, muttering
"No, no, you didn't, you can't have, no...."
"Oh Harry, that was genius, Harry, oh," she stopped dead, "Oh My god!" she shrieked. Voldemort was on fire. He was burning alive before their very eyes. He was burning but some how, struggling a lot, pushing himself towards Harry. He pushed Hermione aside, causing her shirt to set fire and fall to her knees. Voldemort fell to his knees, unable to walk, because his legs had burned. As he pulled his way to Harry, Harry backed into the wall.
"Get the hell away from me." Said Harry, trying to kick Him aside. But Voldemort was too quick, He grabbed Harry's ankle and pulled him to the ground. Both of them seemed to be sinking into the floor and then they disappeared from view. They must have been on the floor below and Voldemort had landed in a fountain and the fire had gone out. He appeared to be dead and Harry made for the door, but Voldemort suddenly arose and was crawling towards him. He raised his hand, pushed forward and the door slammed shut.
"There is no way out, potter. No way to weasel out of this. Now why not do thid the easy way and give me your wand so I can kill you and get it over with?"
"Why my wand? Why not one of the wands of your death dorks?"
"Because, potter, as you know, you wand and my wand where connected, now that mine is destroyed yours is the only thing keeping me alive. And it's the only thing that can perform the curse. Now hand it over!"
"Your mad, you think I'm just going to give this to you?"
"Mad, you think I'm mad." He gave an almost hearty laugh. "No that would be Dumbledore, for thinking he could keep you away from me."
"You don't know what you're talking about, he did a great job of keeping us safe." He thought, the more I stall, the more time I'm giving the others to try and find me.
"If he did such a good job on protecting you lot, then how come you're all here?"
"Because, er," he was running out of thing to help him stall. "Because He knew everything will be fine, and we'll all get out of here ok."
"Wrong again, potter, not all of you will get out of here ok, in fact not all of you will get out of here at all. Now give me the wand!"
Then an idea popped into his head.
"You want it," he pulled out his wand. He snapped it in two. "Then here, have it!" and he thrust the thousands of splinters at Voldemort.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo............................................" Voldemort's voice shattered and faded. Then, with a blinding light, a pile of dust lay in a heap with some robes in the spot where Voldemort had just laid. The dark lord was dead.