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"Okay,
now that I think about it, Kenzie... how the heck did you just
do that?" Chris asked.
"Do what?" Kenzie said,
puzzled.
"That Killing Curse. We're first years, how did you
do that?"
"Oh, that? I dunno, it just... came."
"That-
was- so- COOL!" J.J. said, coming out of the chamber.
"Yeah,
I guess it was, huh?" Kenzie said, looking rather proud.
"That
was totally wicked! You're gonna be famous, girl. Just like your
father," Chris
said.
"You
can't do this! It's against Ministry law!"
"Shut up!
I've been waiting to do this to you for as long as I can remember,"
came Voldemort's evil hiss.
"Can't tell you that's a long
time, buddy. You must have some serious long-term memory loss- or,
maybe, you lost all your thoughts to a certain... diary." Harry
Potter's extremely dirty and whiplashed face looked Voldemort right
in his cold red eyes.
"You'd best watch it, Potter, or
thirty-two years is all you're going to have."
"You'll
never pull this off."
"Why not?"
"Cause
I've got one last defense."
"What?"
"Now
whyever would I tell you that? You'll see- when the time
comes."
Kenzie,
Chris, and J.J. spent the rest of the night trying the spells from
the book.
"Oops!" J.J. said as his soda went spilling
over the edge of the table.
"Immobulus!" Kenzie
shouted, causing all the drops to freeze in midair.
"Wicked
sweet moves, Kenzie!" Chris said.
"Thanks. I learned
from the greats," she said, twirling her wand and blowing on the
tip as if it were a gun that had just made its point.
"Well...
I'm kinda tired. I'm off to bed," Chris said.
"I'm goin'
too," J.J. said.
"Okay. We'll all go," Kenzie said.
"Let's move out."