Soon, it was night, and the castle was silent. Harry and his men were in the Great Hall awaiting the dark creature's arrival. They had told everyone to stay in their dorms, so they were surprised to see the large doors open and a figure step in. Harry groaned when he realized that it was Severus Snape. "Snape, as much as I can't stand you, can you please leave so you don't get killed."

Snape's eyebrow arched. "Think I am unable to defend myself, Potter? I merely came to give you some helpful advice."

"Oh, and what would that be, Snape?" Harry casually asked, but he had to admit that he was curious to know what the man had to say.

"First of all, put your wands away. They will be of absolutely no use to you. Voldemort is unaffected by magic. With that said, I have something that will help you. He can only be defeated by more…natural means. I have brewed a potion which will give you superhuman strength. I suggest that you take it now. It takes a couple of minutes to activate."

Harry accepted the goblet from him and swallowed the contents quickly. He pulled a face as he handed it back to Snape. "No foolish wand waving involved, right Snape?"

The potions master shook his head. "Or silly incantations. I'm surprised that you remember that, Potter."

"It's something that I'll never forget," Harry said distractedly. "I hope that I don't die tonight." He added quietly, almost to himself.

"I doubt you will, Potter. You are harder to kill than a cockroach. Just remember what I said, no magic and no weapons. They will not work on him. I hope I hear good news in the morning."

Snape turned to make his way to the dungeons, but Harry stopped him. "Not going to wish me good luck?"

Without turning to face the green eyed man, Snape stated, "You don't need luck, Potter." With that, he swept out of the hall.

Harry sighed as he sat down on the ground. This was the part he hated. He didn't want to wait for the monster to come and eat him. He wanted Voldemort to come through those doors as soon as possible so he could finish this. His life was never that easy.

The rest of his men followed his lead and all of them took a seat as well. They had heard what Snape had told Harry, and they all knew that their wands would be just as useless. None of them had any idea of how to help fight off this horror that was coming for them, but they would try to help Harry as much as they could.

Sirius suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. "Does anybody want to hear a joke?"

Several of the men groaned, but Harry merely shook his head at his godfather's stupidity. "Sirius, you never tell any good ones anyways."

"Just shut up, Padfoot," Remus added.

"I'm just trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room," Sirius said innocently.

"Right because there's no reason to have any tension at all," Ron chimed in sarcastically. "It's not like we're waiting for some killer monster or anything. You're an idiot, Sirius."

"Why must you all hate on me. I'm just trying—"

Suddenly, all of the candles went out, and the only light was from the moon shining through the windows. Harry made to grab his wand, but he stopped himself when he remembered that it was next to useless. His heart started to race when he heard the sound of pounding footsteps making their way to the doors of the Great Hall. He was able to take a breath again when they suddenly stopped. That was short-lived, however, when the doors suddenly burst open revealing the one thing that everyone had been fearing; Voldemort had arrived.

Voldemort was as scary as the tales made him out to be. His skin was so pale that it looked almost transparent, and that also made his red eyes look all the more menacing. Harry was more terrified of the claws above anything else. Those things looked like they could slice him in half if he got close enough.

Harry tried to calculate a plan of action, but Voldemort was having none of that. The beast from the swamps wanted these men dead rather quickly. Voldemort lashed out at Harry, and Harry had to duck and roll out of the way rather quickly. Sirius tried to distract the pale monster by throwing part of a broken chair at him. However, that only rebounded off of Voldemort, and he threw it back at Sirius, effectively knocking the man out. Everyone in the room groaned at Sirius's foolish move as Remus moved him, so he was safely out of the way.

While Harry hated Sirius's stupid distraction, he was actually grateful for it. It allowed him enough time to think of and start to execute his plan. It was actually a rather Gryffindor plan, but Harry had a good feeling that it would work. He stealthy made his way across the room and over to one of the stone pillars. Fred and George had noticed what he was trying to do, and, unfortunately, so had Voldemort.

Voldemort made a noise that was between a hiss and a growl and made his way over to where Harry was. Seeing this, Fred and George decided to create a distraction. Fred pulled out one of their fireworks that they had invented, and George lit it for him. Fred then proceeded to throw it to the opposite side of the room where it went off. Having heard the noise, Voldemort hiss/growled again, his lizard-like body curling into itself as he searched for the source of the noise. This distraction gave Harry enough time to climb the pillar he was by and perch himself on top of the ledge right above Voldemort.

Taking a breath, Harry knew what he had to do. He jumped down from the ledge right on to Voldemort's back. Voldemort howled in frustration when he felt the wait on his back. "Pooottttttteeeerrr!" He screamed while trying to shake the man off of his back.

Harry held on tight, and he finally knew what needed to be done to end this. Using one hand to grip a scaly shoulder and the other grasping a long pale arm, Harry pulled until the arm was separated from the body. Voldemort howled in pain as Harry hopped down from his back, arm in hand. "Why?!" Voldemort howled in pain as he bled.

Harry threw the arm on the ground and stood in front of the dying monster. "Just know, Voldemort, no matter which world you live in, you will always lose."

Voldemort gave one last cry of pain before retreating from the hall to slowly make his way back to his swamp home where he would die.

Harry picked up the discarded arm and held it above his head. "I am BeoPotter!"