What Really Happened


Harry looked up at Voldemort, who had just entered the ministry of magic.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, who just looked at him and laughed. "Do you honestly think you can defeat me"
"Yes I do." Harry replied. "After all I defeated you once..." he paused as he muttered to himself. "...fourteen years ago"
Voldemort smirked. "No you didn't"
Harry lowered his wand, waiting for an explanation.
"You see Harry, after I killed your parents, I went to kill you"
"No duh." Bellatrix muttered from the other side of the room.
Voldermort continued. "I advanced on you, muttered the curse that would have killed you, and I tripped. The spell hit a mirror on the wall, broke and sent the curse back at me. That's how I lost my powers"
"Okay then," Harry replied somewhat in shock. "Then how did I get my scar"
Voldemort laughed at Harry again. "As my spell hit the mirror, it broke. A piece of the glass cut you"
Harry dropped his wand as he stared open-mouthed at Voldemort.
"Close your mouth Harry, flies have more important places to explore"
Bellatrix looked across the room at Harry starring at her master, then to his wand lying on the floor. Now was her chance.
"Avada Kedavra!" she yelled.
Harry turned at tried to attack her, but the force of the spell knocked him backwards and he died.
"Good one Bella." Voldemort said as they disapperated.
At that moment Dumbledore walked into the atrium and saw Harry lying face down, dead.
"Oh well, no major loss," said Dumbledore as he walked out of the room. "I saw that one comming a mile away."
The End