Ryan and Harry pointed their wands at the Death Eaters in front of them. Harry got a glimpse of Ryan's wand, and was confused on how he got it.
"You have a wand?" Harry asked, forgetting the fact that there are about twenty Death Eaters surrounding them.
"Voldiegave it to me to battle with him." Ryan nodded.
"Voldie?" Harry mocked, thinking his brother was so childish.
"Well, every one of them kept telling me not to say his name." Ryan pointed at the Death Eaters, who were a bit amused by the two. "So, I thought of Voldie. I mean, that's not technically his name, so I can say it!"
"Would you two focus!" Hermione snapped at them.
The both of them turned their heads and shot Hermione a glare, then faced the Death Eaters once more.
"Move aside!" A cold, raspy voice hissed from behind the pack of Death Eaters.
They moved, pushing their fellow Death Eaters to the side, letting a man walk through. The voice came from a hooded figure. He lifted his hand, which was pale and slimy. He took the hood down, showing his snake-like face. He slowly walked towards the twins and smirked.
"Which one should I kill first?" Voldemort sang as he pointed his wand back and forth from Harry to Ryan.
Ryan slowly lifted his wand, being careful so 'Voldie' won't be able to see, and muttered something that Harry knew sounded a lot like 'Expelliarmus'. Voldemort flew back, hitting the pack of Death Eaters behind him, making them fall backwards.
He quickly stood up, looking furious, then flicked his wand at Ryan, while yelling, "Crucio!"
Ryan stood there, smirking at Voldemort, shaking with fury.
"Voldie, did you not know that if a person gets hit with a Crucaitus Curse their whole life, they get immune to it?"
Voldemort stared at Ryan stupidly then turned to his followers.
"Did any of you know that?"
"But Ryan, wouldn't you have mental problems and not be immune to it?" Hermione whispered, while Voldemort wasn't looking.
"No, I'm already mental, Hermione." Ryan laughed.
"Who are you?" Harry joked.
"Trust me, when you've been around Voldie you whole life, you'll realize he's not scary at all. I mean, sure he's got mad powers, but he's stupid at times."
"Silence!" Voldemort hissed, probably hearing Ryan's remark. "If I can't torture you, then I'll just go for darling brother.
And with a flick of his wand, Harry fell on the floor, wriggling in pain. His body started to, forcefully, crouch into a ball.
"Stop it!" Hermione yelled. She flicked her wand towards Voldemort and sent him flying back towards his followers again. She was the only one out of the three who can do non-verbal spells, perfectly.
Ryan helped Harry on his feet. He wobbled a bit, but got his balance after.
"How dare you!" No one had noticed Voldemort get back up as well. "You filthy little mud-blood!"
Voldemort hovered towards her and pointed his wand.
"AVADA KE—"
Harry and Ryan looked at each other, pointed their wands at Voldemort, and yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
A flash of blinding, red light brought Voldemort flying up. His mangled body hit the ceiling and dropped back down. Voldemort tried to get up, but another flash of red light cut through his body, and turned him into ash. A white smoke emerged from the pile of ash, and hovered towards Harry and Ryan.
The smoke turned into a white figure of a man. An old man. He wore a long white robe, his beard dropping on top of it. It was Dumbledore, his ghost.
Harry noticed his hand was no longer blackened, or bruised.
"Headmaster, is Voldemort really –"
"Yes, dear boy. Lord Voldemort is, indeed, dead. And unlike the past, he won't be able to come back." Dumbledore explained.
"But, what was different this time?"
"Ah, you see, the only way to kill Lord Voldemort was if the both of you," He motioned to him and Ryan, "were to combine your magic. Voldemort knew this, and that was the reason he separated the both of you."
"But Professor how was it, you've never told me?" Harry questioned.
"We, meaning the Order, didn't want you to go look for him at such a young age. We needed you to have the ability at least."
"Headmaster," Draco butted in.
"Yes Mr. Malfoy?"
"How was it I had those dreams, sir? About Kelly." Draco blushed.
"Draco, my dear boy. You were meant to protect Ms. Robinson, you see."
"But, why? Why did Voldemort want her gone?"
"You see, the Robinsons were actual pure bloods, Voldemort had forced them to join, but they refused. They knew Voldemort would soon want their family gone. So, they hid. They lived as muggles do. Pretened they were one of them. But, unfortunately, they were found. Ever since, he claimed them to be muggles and nothing more. As for Kelly, she is safe now." Dumbledore smiled.
Kelly, who was staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, now had her arms wrapped around Draco, hugging him tightly.
"Who are you?" Ryan asked, who was 'til at this moment, clueless.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, well, ex-headmaster." He added giving a faint laugh.