In The Dead OD Night

Chapter 7

Harry couldn't believe it! The killing spell hadn't killed him! It had bounced of him, just like before when he was a baby! And now Voldemort was screaming in pain as the spell was taking it's toll on him!

Then the dark lord collapsed on the ground, dead. Harry still couldn't believe it. He crawled towards him slowly. Harry looked at his worst enemy. Voldemort's face was paler than usual. His eyes were closed. His wand was still clutched in his hand.

Harry felt Voldemort's wrist. he tried to feel for a pulse. Nothing. Again Harry had been the boy who survived the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Harry immediately turned his attention to Malfoy, who thankfully was still out cold. He picked up his wand and went over towards Voldemort. Harry was still skeptical. Voldemort was dead, right? Harry had accidentally killed him?

Harry stood over Voldemort with his wand pointed at his heart. "I don't know if you'll stay dead," said Harry. "So now it's time for me to do to you what you did to my parents," said Harry. Harry then yelled "Avada Kadavra." Harry watched in horror as a green flash of light exploded from his wand and landed in Voldemort's chest.

"Just in case," said Harry. He then went over to Malfoy and put his wand in his hands. Then something unexpected happened. Malfoy sprinted up and grabbed Harry by his wrists. He out Harry in a headlock. Harry didn't know what had caused this. It went by so fast.

"you let your guard down Potter," said Malfoy in his annoying voice. Harry grunted and struggled in Malfoy's grip. "Let go of me," said Harry. Malfoy snickered. "Why would I want to do that? Our master wants you alive so he can kill you," said Malfoy now dragging Harry away from the school ground so they could apparate back to the graveyard. "Your wasting your time! I killed Voldemort!" yelled Harry.

Malfoy stopped walking and gripped Harry even tighter. "What did you just say?" asked the blond worm. "You heard me! Voldemort is dead!" yelled Harry.

Malfoy weakened his grip. Harry took this advantage and got loose and ran like hell back to the castle. He struck gold when he saw Dumbledore and all the other teachers looking at Voldemort's corpse. "Professors!" yelled Harry.

Harry was panting hard. "Harry, what on Earth happened to you?" asked McGonagall. "Malfoy….after….me. I….killed….Voldemort," Harry panted out. All the teachers gasped. Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Harry was about to say something when a very familiar voice interrupted him. "I'm going to kill you boy!" yelled a very enraged Malfoy. He was running right to Harry. Dumbledore took quick action. He ran in front of Harry and shielded himself. "Stupefy!" yelled Dumbledore. It worked. The spell landed on Malfoy.

Malfoy fell to the ground again unconscious. Harry sighed. "It's to Azkaban Prison for you," said Dumbledore. He immediately went to his office and contacted the Minister OF Magic.

Harry was back in the hospital wing getting ready for the 5th year. Malfopy was in prison, the fact of Voldemort's spread like wildfire all over the wizarding world.

"Are you alright Harry?" asked Dumbledore. The headmaster had entered and was talking to Harry about the last few days of his summer vacation. It was all very abnormal. "I'm fine, Professor. I'm not going to say anything to anyone about what happened between me and Voldemort. It's just another normal year," said Harry. "Yes, but it must be told. I will tell everyone at the Opening Feast, alright Harry?" asked Dumbledore. Harry nodded his head. Then he started to head to the Great Hall.

When he entered, everyone was talking and eating. He had missed the sorting which was fine with him. As soon as Harry took one step into the Hall, everyone was silent and looking at him. Harry felt awkward.

He finally found a seat and sat. Everyone started to whisper when Dumbledore cleared his throat. Then he started to talk about how Voldemort had died.

After that, Harry knew that his life was never again to be normal for a teen wizard. Not that it had been since he found out that he was a wizard when he was 11. Now 15, he had taken a life. No one ever recovers from that…..now matter how old you are.

THE END.