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Harry grabbed his wand and stood to face the murderer of his parents. "How did you get in?" he asked, trying to hide his fear and shock.
"Harry, Harry… I am the most powerful wizard ever to grace this pitiful world. I think you could answer that for yourself, if you put your limited brainpower to the test."
"You realize that you have entered the place in which the man who can rival your powers resides?"
"Harry, of course I did…" said Voldemort, calmly. "I was able to get the old codger out of the school for a bit. It was no extraordinary test of my powers, I assure you…"
"Your powers don't seem to be as 'extraordinary' as they once were," Harry said, with bitter defiance; "What have you been doing lately – dying Easter eggs, isn't it?"
"Ah, the child has finally caught on…" said Voldemort. "Well, that is a most fascinating story. One that even involves your little friend over there." He gestured toward Hermione with open disgust on his face.
Harry followed Voldemort's gaze. "What's Hermione got to do with all this?" he asked, slowly. He needed to buy time, come up with a plan – but what could he do against the most evil wizard of all time, and another wizard who wasn't exactly deficient in evilness either? All he had was his wand and an unconscious Hermione…
"Your little Mudblood girlfriend, isn't she? Severus tells me things, Harry. The Mudblood has proved very useful. She has been doing many things behind your back."
"Like what?"
"These eggs, Harry, are rather singular ones. They have been hardboiled and dyed in unusual potions for many days, the result being that they counteract the protective spells put on Hogwarts. My dear servant, Severus, has been kind enough to make them for me."
"Right."
"You asked why your girlfriend was involved. You see, we needed as many eggs as possible to fully dissipate the powerful magical protections, and they needed to be placed in many places around the school. Your lovely Miss Granger helped us in that respect."
Harry wondered vaguely why Voldemort was telling him all this. He found it odd that he was having any sort of conversation with Voldemort, much less one about Easter eggs, but he decided to use Voldemort's willingness to talk to his advantage. "How did Malfoy get involved?" he asked.
"Draco has been our little patrolman. He makes sure that no one is around when the Mudblood is hiding the eggs, and that no one has taken them. In this last respect, however, he has failed twice. He will be punished."
Harry didn't feel the need to reveal that he and Ron had been the ones to find those two eggs.
"You can't fool me, Riddle. You're here for a reason. Feel like sharing?"
"Indeed I do, Harry, but they do not need to be explained around young minds such as your own."
"STUPEFY!" yelled a feminine voice from behind Harry. A red jet of light whizzed past Harry's left shoulder, catching Snape in the chest and sending him, stunned, to the floor. Harry whirled around. Hermione was standing up, looking amazed at her own daring, but pleased. "That felt good."
Voldemort's lamplike red eyes were regarding her with an amused air. "My, my, the Mudblood harbors talent behind that uninspiring exterior," he sneered. He turned lazily to Snape. "I don't need him. I pride myself in being capable of taking on two teenage wizards." He turned to Harry and Hermione. "Well," he continued nastily, "This has been a fun little chat. My time, however, is rather limited; and yours, I'm afraid, is up. Stand still while I kill you; it will make everything so much cleaner."
Harry shook his head. "Nah." He pulled out his wand and was struck by a last, desperate idea. "Accio eggs!"
He could not have foreseen what an effect that simple command would have. He and Hermione watched in amazement, then held out their arms as every last egg in every "Eastery color" you could imagine zoomed into the room.
Harry's Quidditch skills served him well. He caught one (which was a delightful shade of lilac and adorned with a blue bunny) and, without stopping to think, threw it as hard as he could at the hated face of Voldemort.
For a moment time seemed to slow down. Harry and Hermione watched together as the egg soared gracefully on its trajectory towards Voldemort's face.
They hadn't anticipated that the egg would be uncooked.
With a crack and a squelch, the egg met its end on Voldemort's forehead. Slowly, the clear, gelatinous egg white dripped down his face; the yolk slid down as well, coming to rest with a plop in the white-fingered hand that had just sprung up to inspect the damage.
Harry and Hermione didn't stop to watch the rest. They ran.
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