skip to third chapter if you actually want a good story...i realized too late that the second chapter is one of the WORST fluffy fics EVER, but it has a lot of info, so skip two and if you care about background info that might be vital to know later then go back and read #2. thanks

Disclaimer: why would JKR be writing fanfiction? I, personally, am not under the false impression that I am J. K. Rowling, therefore I do not own anything that may seem familiar to you.

Chapter one

After all Harry Potter and his best friends had been through together in ther first five years at Hogwarts they always knew they'd come out on top. All but once. They had made one fatal mistake.

And due to that they were lying side by side, Harry in the middle, tied up by invisible ropes in a mansion in Little Hangleton, on top of a large table. It was a nice table,solid oak, decorated in a faded silk tablecloth that looked as if it hadn't been touched in years, because it hadn't. The dusk that lay on that bed was so thick that all three of them would be sneezing like mad if they weren't scared to death at the most evil wizard that ever existed, who happened to be standing by their feet at the end of the table.

He stood casually, as if this was any other day, but it wasn't, today was the day he has the chance, maybe his last chance, to kill the boy who lived. This one really was a chance though, Voldemort's intricate plan had fallen apart at the seams, but thanks to a broken leg on the part of the mudblood girl, the heroic teenagers lay in front of him, on his father's old dining room table, awaiting their dooms.

He stood at the end of the table by their feet carefully twirling his wand between his long, pale index fingers. He had a dark hood over his face so that they couldn't veiw it's features. "You know this is the very same room as I killed my dear father in, don't you Harry? This is the same way he died, helpless, afraid, weak...but don't be ashamed, by the time you are gone, Harry, none of those who are close to you will be alive to hear the tale." He placed a hand on either side of the hood, preparing to pull it back, when there came a knock on the door. He turned in the direction of the door, puzzled, and held his wand at the ready. He gave it a flick at the door flew open.

Standing in the doorway, holding one hand to her head dizzily, the other pushed against the doorframe for support, was a girl. Harry had seen her before, around Hogwarts, never spoken to her, she was a Griffindor, she always seemed so involved in her studies that no one really knew her though. Harry subtley turned his head either way to see his friends reactions. Ron looked stunned, his eyes wide, Hermione looked puzzled and slowly looked at him and mouthed the word, "Crystal?" harry gave her a confused glance and turned back to the doorway where she stood. She wore a blue sweater, and blue jeans. Her hair was a dark brown and pulled back into a sloppy ponytail at the back of her head. She was average height, about five and a half feet, and looked a bit tipsy.

She opened her mouth as if to speak closed it and tried again, "Could I use your toilet?" she asked making everyone in the room even more confused, "Sorry to just come in but the door was open and i really couldn't find anywhere else at this time of night." She waited for a response. None came.

"Wait, wait...are you?" she started staring at Voldemort a look of comprehension dawning over her, "The Dark Lord?" She quickly dropped to her knees clumsily and bowed before him. After a few seconds she stood up, wobbled a bit, stabled herself on the door frame again, and spoke. "I am Florence Collington. I-I can't beleive I am meeting you at last. My whole family, HUGE fans. My great-grandfather was a dictator, you know? His name was Adolf Hitler. Supreme man, not to be compared to you of course," Voldemort lost more and more consentration to confusion with every word she was saying, "We solidly beleive in pure blood. German and Wizard. Don't think they should allow the dirty mudbloods to learn magic..."

With every word she said the three students on the table could feel the invisible ropes bounding them loosen. Eventually Harry could even get his hand into his pocket to get his wand, which voldemort had conveniantly forgotten about.

"Ooh! Are you going to kill Harry Potter? Using the old Avada Kedavra. my grandfather taught me a useful little spell. Family magic but I'm sure I could teach you since you are the greatest wizard that ever lived and you deserve nothing more than the best."

Voldemort seemed slightly interested. She wasn't lying, he would be able to tell. He was very tempted to see this bit of magic...

"May I demonstrate?" she asked him nodding towards Hermione, laying bleeding on the table, "I swear I'm not helping them. Keep your wand on me if you think I will." He moved his wand into position to curse her if need be.

"You may show me, but I warn you," he said coldly to her, "If you help them in any way, I am not afraid to use 'the old Avada Kedavra' on you."

"She smiled lopsidedly and nodded. She pulled back the sleeves on her baby blue sweater, and aimed at Hermione with her wand.

"Ta-ta sweetheart!" she said.

"Bitch." Ron mouthed at her since his voice wasn't very effective with a silencing charm on it.

Florence smiled at him before she raised her wand and yelled an incantation. Hermione's eyes looked shocked for a second before she fell over limp. Harry could no longer hear her heart. While Voldemort turned to look at Florence, slightly impressed, he reached over and checked for a pulse. None.

Then Voldemort turned to Harry, raised his wand and began to repeat Florence's incantation, but she stopped him.

"Don't you want to make him suffer?" she said to Voldemort, "Shouldn't you kill his friend first?" she finished glaring at Ron with anger flaring in her blue eyes. her face twisted into a smirk as Voldemort nodded at her suggestion and turned his wand on Ron. he yelled the spell and Ron reacted in the same way as Hermione had.

At this point Harry was so weak inside he could hardly breathe. Hermione dead. Ron dead. Thank, God he was next because he did not feel like he could go on living. They were both gone, they were both gone...

Voldemort turned to Harry now. He pulled off his hood and harry slammed his eyes shut. He did not want to see that face. That was not the last thing he was going to see. He thought of his friends but the bodies on either side of him that were rapidly cooling kind of took away from the comfort of their faces clearly displayed in his mind. Harry looked at both of the people standing in front of him, both grinning madly.

Voldemort raised his wand and yelled the incantation. Harry waited. He was waiting to die. Waiting to join his friends. Waiting for this miserable life to end. But it didn't. He waited a lot longer than he had expected, but he was still pretty alive. He opened his eyes. he winced at the sight of Voldmort. it was then that he noticed that the invisible ropes were gone completely. Everyone in the room was confused.

Voldemort tried again. Nothing happened. The spell didn't work. He tried 'The old Avada Kedavra.' It didn't work. He tried every single one of the unforgiveable curses. None worked. Voldemort was powerless.

"Hey, Harry." Florence said from beside Voldemort who was in complete shock, "You should probably do that hero thing now."

Harry looked confused.

"The prophecy..." she hinted.

Now he looked suprised that she knew about the prophecy.

"Mix up with a spell last June, I kind of read your mind by accident. Dark Lord. Standing right there. Reeeeallu vulnerable. Let's move it."

Harry shook his head. He has to kill Voldemort now? He has to kill Voldemort now. How can he? He tried the Cruciatus curse on Bellatrix Lestrange last year in the Dept. of Mysteries. It hadn't worked he couldn't do it.

Never used an unforgivable curse before have you boy? You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it -rightous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you how it's done, shall I? I'll give you a lesson...

Her voice rang clear in his head. he sat up on the table and pulled out his wand. He couldn't do this, It takes more than righteous anger. But you have more than righteous anger, a voice inside him said, He killed your mum and dad and now your best friends, you have hate, Harry, use it. He glanced at the bodies on either side of him. He could feel pure hate pumoing into his heart and through every blood vessel in his body. He lifted his wand and yelled the one curse that hadn't worked on him years ago. But too bad for Voldemort, it had worked this time. He was as dead as those in the graveyard at the bottom of the hill. And the last thing he had seen was a raging, hateful Harry.

"Nice one." Florence said.

"Don't get all friendly with me now, Florence, " the silencing spell had lifted, "You're next."

"I wouldn't, Harry..." she nodded towards Ron.

"You are not going to trick me like you did him," Harry motioned towards Voldemort's body, "I will not be distracted."

"What are you doing, mate? And is Hermione alright? What happened to You-Know-Who?" Ron said from beside him.

"Ron!" Harry spun around and saw Ron sit up rubbing his head, "I though you were..."

"Dead?" Hermione asked him.

"Hermione!" both of her friends shouted in unison.

She saw the crumpled heap on the ground that used to be the dark Lord and looked puzzled towards Florence.

"Crystal...how did you..."

"Hey, I'm an actress," she smiled at them, "What can I say?"

"Crystal? How did you...?" Harry asked her, still in shock from his dead friends waking up.

"Long story but I highly suggest we go somewhere safe before i tell it." she said, "May I suggest Hogwarts?" she asked.

"G-good idea," Harry said, "But how do we get there from here?"

"Portkey anyone?" Crystal/Florence said.

She picked up an old silver teacup out of a cabinet and said, "Portus!" it glowed blue and then went back to it's normal state.

Hermione looked shocked now, "That was amazing. That magic is so advanced! How did y?"

"let's save all questions until the end of the tour please." She said.

She walked towards them using the table for support.. They all touched part of the teacup and harry felt the familiar yet not so pleasant tug in his stomach and was whisked away to a certain school of witchcraft and wizardry that was currently closed for the summer.

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