[a/n]From last time: The finger correction? Duly noted. But the movie shows Pettigrew missing half the ring finger of his right hand. Both indexes are clearly visible. Both Dumbledore's naming of the reception committee; see how Sirius commented on it; and getagoing were intentional. Did everyone catch the names I used in the Hogsmeade scene? ;]

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Dirty Harry

"I have an idea for when we've destroyed all these Horcrux things." Harry said to his friends late one night "Plus I think we could all use a few days off. Don't you?"

To this, Ron frowned "Don't want to open a wound, mate, but you do remember that every day You-Know-Who is around people are dying. Friends. Maybe family."

"NO I haven't forgot." Harry started a little cross, memory of the fight was still a sore point among the trio, but he pushed it aside "What I've been thinking is we all fight with spells and wands, some take a lot out of me. There has to be an easier way, and I figured it out. Muggles can kill without magic. Doesn't wear them out."

Hermione scowled "What are you saying?"

"You know anyplace where we can buy a gun?" asked Harry "I doubt Vernon did, or he'd've shot me and saved the DEs all this trouble."

Neither of his friends approved of the remark, but Ron was loudest "OY! Don't even joke like that! GIT!"

"My sentiments, minus the vulgarity of course." Hermione added.

Harry muttered softly "Didn't mean it THAT way, well exactly. But, back to the point, after we get rid of those things You-Know-Who'll be mortal again. Don't see that it matters HOW he dies, so why not a gun? I just don't know how to get one here. Not like every Aldi or Tesco has a gun aisle."

"So why bring it up?" Ron was a little testy.

After taking a calming breath, Harry said patiently "Because, my redhead friend, I remember Vernon complaining about how violent America is just because you CAN get a gun on every streetcorner. So what we can do is have a little change of scenery for a while and maybe get something that'll make killing that bastard a damn sight easier."

"I doubt your uncle's view is the whole story." Hermione cautioned "But a backup plan, for once, is not a bad idea."

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Neville Longbottom had stepped forward when the Dark Lord asked for the defenders of Hogwarts to submit. He declared "Harry may be dead! But he'll never be gone! Not so long as even one of us who are loyal to him is alive."

"May I kill him, master?" the deranged voice of Bellatrix called out.

And that was when the miracle happened. In the arms of Rubeus Hagrid, the assumed-dead Harry stirred and called out "A duel Riddle! You and me! One on one! To the death!"

"Harry Harry Harry" The Dark Lord merely seemed amused "before all of wizardkind, here now, I shall prove that you were no match. You shall scream until your lungs burst, then …and only then… shall I, being a merciful lord, grant your plea for the mercy of oblivion."

The standoff was such a spectacle that all fighting throughout the school came to a halt. Death Eaters prepared to cheer the victory of their master, while those defending Hogwarts showed a wide range of emotions. Relief, joy, hope, fear. It was obvious to all who looked that the teen was outmatched in every way.

"Bow before me, Harry. I promise it will be quick." The Dark Lord purred hypnotically "It is time to be The-Boy-Who-Used-To-Live."

Crack With a steely-flinty-eyed glare Harry retorted "Go ahead! Make my day!"

"AVADA KED- - -" Voldemort cried in rage, wand glowing with the green of the ultimate Unforgivable.

Pop. Crack. Pop. Pop. Crack. Pop. Sounds alien to the Wizarding World erupted causing some to wince at the effect on their ears. What happened to the Dark Lord was far more dramatic. From four spots on his torso, two front, two back, blood spurted; even through his cloak. That one Death Eater, somewhere to the side, died simultaneously was only noted later. The visually worst was what happened to Voldemort's head, the reason there was no scream is that his jaw was ripped apart. The body jerked twisted and fell, not moving again.

"You have to ask yourselves, punks…" Harry Potter stalked forward, sneering. And brandishing a weapon unfamiliar to many of the Purebloods "…do I feel lucky? Well? Do ya, PUNKS?"

Few, even of the Muggleborns present, understood the movie reference; but the tone was unmistakable. Death Eaters ran far enough to ensure they were outside the wards then disapparated. Even the exhausted and wounded among the defenders cheered.

"That's a gun, mate." Dean Thomas was the first, besides Ron and Hermione, to approach. "A gun killed You-Know-Who?"

Answering with a Dirty Harry sneer, he explained "This isn't just a gun. This is a Smith & Wesson 44 caliber 6.5" barrel policeman's special. Can singlehandedly stop an army."

"I can well believe that, Mr. Potter." Said Professor McGonagall, uneasily "But it would ease my mind to see less of it, of you do not mind."

The-Boy-Who-Killed-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, after spinning it around several times, dropped the weapon in the holster at his hip with a cheeky grin.