Okies, this is a random thing i wrote, so i know it's a bit OTT and i know you'll probably hate it, but anyway...

"And that, Harry, was why your parents died..." Sirius wiped a tear from his eye and hung his head.

"NOOOO! He killed them; all because of my father's harmless teasing?! They didn't deserve to die for that!"

"I know, Harry, I know lad."

"Then I must avenge them! Sirius, if I am to live on like this, I must know that he is dead!"

"Then go harry, go fulfil your destiny my son, and bring me a souvenir, his head perhaps..."

"Of course!" shouted harry, running out the door. "Voldemort!!!" he screamed.

Harry fought his way through hot and cold, blistering desert sands, and bitter frosty winds, to malfoy manor just down the street, where Voldemort sat on a golden throne made from poison ivy, bits of 'golden nuggets' the breakfast cereal, and the blood and sweat that KooKiGurl gave to write this fanfic. He sat, biting annoyingly on his long, unmanicured fingernails. Harry burst through the doorway and, with a click of his tongue, Voldemort tapped his finger.

"I've been expecting you, Potter..." he said, in a gloomy way that might have been adopted by Darth Vader.

"I have come to kill you!" Harry shouted and pulled out from his pocket his... sword?

All of a sudden, there was a big bang and a puff of smoke. Suddenly, a rather fetching blonde, handsome, well-built masculine, manly, broad, amazing... (o.k. I'll stop with the adjectives now) came striding out of the smoke, a scrawny raven-haired boy trailing behind him. Harry and Voldemort both sensed a powerful magic presence about the black-haired boy.

The blonde's gaze swept over harry. He stepped forward and extended his hand.

"I... am Prince Arthur of Camelot, and I believe you have my sword, Excalibur"

The other boy poked his head round. "He's not very happy with me for throwing it in the lake..."

"Oh, do shut up Merlin,"

Voldemort's eyes widened. "Merlin's beard! You're Merlin?"

Merlin self-consciously fingered his chin. "Er... yes, I am Merlin,"

At this, Voldemort reached out his wrist and pressed his finger to his forearm.

"Erm... what is he doing?" Arthur asked.

Harry waved a hand of dismissal. "Ah, he's just summoning the death-eaters, a daily occurrence when I'm around,"

"So, I take it they are sorcerers?!" Arthur said.

"Yes, of course, we are all wizards!" Harry was surprised at such a stupid question. 'Well, he is blonde' Harry thought.

Arthur stamped his foot. "Wait till my father hears if this, then we shall escort you all to Camelot where you shall be swiftly executed by burning and beheading, and then your ashes shall be –" Harry and Voldemort didn't hear the rest of his speech, they were too busy sharing sceptical looks.

"Arthur?" Merlin spoke up. "You do realise we're not in Camelot?"

"What? Merlin, where are we?!!"Arthur started running in circles and banging his head on the walls, he then ran off out of sight somewhere.

"Well, sorry about him, but do you know where we are?" Merlin enquired politely.

Harry went to answer, but the death eaters appeared and interrupted him.

"Death eaters, I'd like you to meet Merlin!" Voldemort announced. The death-eaters broke into excited chatter, like teenagers.

"Ooh, I do like his outfit; he's quite good-looking, ain't he?" Bellatrix said.

"Ain't he just, I agree Bella, he's a right little man," Narcissa agreed.

"Excuse me Cissy, you're married to me," a tall one, Lucius, added, a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

The other death eaters were rushing forward with little notepads, eager for an autograph.

"Oh, he's much better looking than anyone round here! Especially that Sirius Black!" Bellatrix cackled.

The mention of that name brought harry back to his task. He had to kill Voldemort! He charged at Voldemort with Excalibur raised high, and while the death eaters were distracted, brought it down.

"Have mercy!" Voldemort cried, as the blade hit his skin.

"No," screamed Harry, "You killed my father!"

"No, harry..." Voldemort said resentfully, "I am... you father..." he hung his head.

Harry backed away. "No, you can't be, you're lying!" But in his heart, he knew it was true. He felt his anger flare plunged the sword into the heart of the dark lord. The dark lord whimpered slightly and grabbed the front of Harry's shirt. He whispered something, but Harry could not quite hear him. He leaned closer so he could hear.

The dark lord breathed his last and his eyes closed. "Tell... Tiny Tim I won't be home for Christmas..." were his last words...

The death eaters gathered round their master, Merlin forgotten.

"NOOOO! WHAT SHALL WE DO?!!!" they all wailed in unison. Then an idea struck thej and they all drew their wands and swiftly executed one another, until only one was left. Lucius looked up at Harry.

"Harry, my boy. I hope you can forgive Draco, and be friends, maybe?" Harry could not disappoint the hopeful look in Lucius's eyes.

"Of, course, Lucius," He said, though he planned to do nothing of the sort. Lucius chanted a spell, and slowly slipped into death...

"Well, erm, Harry, I should probably get back to Arthur and Camelot, so I'll be going then... Nice meeting you though," Merlin shook Harry's hand and walked away- back to Camelot.

Harry sighed in relief. It was over. Everything was finally over. He could get on with life. He could do whatever he wanted, and not feel scared anymore! He knelt and cried. Cried for his parents, and their vengeance. He cried for his future, with Ginny. He could take Voldemort's head to Sirius. He cried at how Sirius might react. Then he proceeded to severe the head – (not nice, not nice at all...), but it was too difficult to cut through, so he took the wand instead, and presented it to Sirius. Sirius hugged him tight and cried with him. And they live together, with Ginny at Harry's side.

And they all lived happily ever after...

Although, while everyone was busy living happily ever after, Prince Arthur looked around him to find he in the middle of a strange city. There were four-wheeled monsters roaming free, and women in almost no clothes. He turned to a big banner beside him. It read 'LONDON 2009' – oh yes, very useful, KooKiGurl, since Arthur CAN'T read! KooKiGurl: Well, for the sake of the readers, I have to put it in! Arthur looked around himself, confused. Just what sort of place had he come to? And how was he going to get out?! He needed to fight his way out, maybe... But he didn't even have a sword...

Aww noo! poor Arthur, all by himself in the big bad world!!! Well, hope you liked it! Reviewz??? xxxxx