"Avada Kadavera!"
Lord Voldemort had made a mistake. Unprecedented! The Dark Lord himself had mispronounced Kedavra!
And, at a most inopportune time too. In fact, it was the last battle in the Battle of Hogwarts. Harry Potter and Voldemort, after sparring verbally for several minutes, now had casted spells at each other, for the final time. No more games, no more someone else dying and Harry escaping and Voldemort getting infuriated.
Which probably accounted for the mispronunciation. After all, Tom Marvolo Riddle was still human, despite him constantly trying to be immortal and breaking of all human ties, relationships, and, of course, being incapable of love.
A sensation of being squeezed through a very thin tube beset Voldemort after he mispronounced the word. In other words, the feeling of Apparition. But he hadn't wanted to Apparate!
A second later, he emerged in a jungle and looked around, confused. That is, until he spied a familiar face.
"WHAT!?" he yelled in shock and anger, "Diggory, I killed you! How are you alive?"
Edward Cullen blinked in slight surprise. Well, I sure didn't expect this on a hunting trip, but anyway...
"Oh, welcome my dear Lord Voldemort," said Edward gratuitously. "I've missed you..."
"Cut the nonsense," yelled Voldemort in a purple rage. "Answer the question!"
"Well, after you used the Killing Curse on me, I was resurrected as a vampire." He said patiently. "Don't ask me why. I've got no idea myself."
"You're a vampire?" asked Voldemort in shock and horror. What has the world come to? The Diggory boy a vampire?
"Yes," said Edward as if explaining to a three-year-old.
"Ok, what do vampires do?"
Edward sighed. Honestly, Voldemort was so clueless. Well, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Bella was visiting her family...
"Well, aside from drinking blood, I sparkle." He said super slowly.
"You what?" asked Voldemort dumbly.
Edward let out another sigh. A long-drawn out one, this time.
"I'll show you..." and he turned the sparkles on.
Voldemort gasped, clutched his heart and collapsed into the grass. Wow, I didn't know I had this effect on such evil guys too! Interesting...
A second later, Harry popped out of mid-air. Like, literally, with a loud pop.
"Can you please avoid appearing out of nowhere, especially so loudly? It annoys me." Edward didn't expect the boy to pay attention, and he didn't.
Man, it's just a Dark Lord on the ground! Nothing much... People nowadays get so over-excited.
"Yeah, he's dead. Please take his body back..." no, his parents are dead, aren't they? Pity...
"Well, take him back, anyway. I don't want his body rotting in here. The smell..."
Harry blinked at him, dumbfounded, apparently speechless.
"Here's a Portkey. It'll take you back to Hogwarts," he said. "Oh, I've always kept one handy. Thought some of my old acquaintances might come along someday. Took you long enough, but anyway."
Harry stared at the rubber ball in silence. It was moth-eaten and looked like it had been kept in a cupboard for a century. Which it probably was, let's face it.
It began to glow blue and Harry grabbed it.
He quickly glanced up at Edward and seemed to find his voice finally.
"Thank-" and he vanished along with the Portkey and Voldemort's body.
Edward sighed again and went on his way. He was thirsty.
In the memory of Tom Marvolo Riddle
Died after beholding the majestic beauty of Edward Cullen
May he rest in peace knowing that no one knows who Lord Voldemort is anymore
The wizarding world was never the same again. It was hushed up, of course. The official story was that the curse misfired, Voldemort and Harry were teleported into a remote forest, and then duelled. Harry won, of course.
Well, what d'you think? Lemme know.
