Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I be posting my story on a fan fiction site? Right……

A/N: First Harry Potter fan fic. Just a dumb little thing I wrote while on a sugar high. This is post-HBP. Burns, or nice comments appreciated. Thanks!

Harry lifts his wand above his chest, his arms shaking. This is the moment he had been preparing for all of his past seven years. He was as ready as he ever would be. It was time to fight Voldemort. To Harry's surrise, however, Voldemort did not draw his wand. Instead, for maybe the first time ever, he held up his hands and decided to use his words.

"Harry…. I am sorry for killing your parents."

"Huh?" Harry is so surprised that he drops his wand to his side.

"Oh, and I'm sorry for trying to kill you numerous times since your birth." Lord Voldemort takes in a shaky breath. "I…. I'd like you to join me."

"Why would I ever do that?" Harry spat out, as though the very words were dirty.

"Because…. Harry…. I have ice cream!"

"Ice cream?" Harry whispers in a disbelieving voice.

"Yes. I kidnapped Fortescue, and he is now working for me. I can have as much ice cream as I want. And Harry… so can you!"

"Really?" Harry's eyes start to tear up. Suddenly, he hardens again. "Do… Do ya have p-peppermint bonbon?"

"Why Of course!"

Harry turns slowly to the Order of the Phoenix, who are standing behind him, horrified. "Well the offer is on the table. Whadda you guys got?"

"W…we…. We're nice!" Lupin stutters.

"And we are heros!" Neville.

"AND our souls are intact!" Hagrid said proudly, amazing everyone that he knew such a big word.

Harry thought about it carefully. "Well…"

"Oh, what the heck! O ahead Harry! He's got ice cream." Lupin sighed grimly, his eyes downcast.

"Psha! Good bye!" Harry waved to the Order and ran over to Voldemort.

"Don't feel bad." Voldemort comforted the Order. "Nothing can compete with Peppermint BonBon."

Members of the Order shrugged in agreement.

Harry and Voldemort apparated away, talking excitedly about the different flavors Fortescue could make and giggling like little girls.

The Order starts crying.

James and Lily come alive in heir graves, and then die again of heart attacks.

Dumbledore thinks to himself: "Hm… I wonder if they've got Rainbow Sherbert…." Then he rolls over in his grave and falls asleep again, dreaming of him and Voldemort and Harry eating ice cream on the beach. Yum!