Aw, Otts. I'm sowwy for tricking you *watches you die again* I really need to keep a record of how many times I kill you, you're like a cat with nine lives.
I thought Ron was dead?

Okay, something took up my time yesterday. So I have this to post now...


The vibrations were electrifying, a constant rumble igniting what was happening in the middle of the spells. The green light had gone and now there was a fine gold beam. Finer than any thread, this began to rise, taking the two wands with it. Harry looked across at Voldemort and saw him holding on to his vibrating wand.
They both rose, until they were at the height of the third row of benches, where a single note lay on one of the seats.

Suddenly a phoenix flew into the theatre, and hovered above the beam. An orb began to appear, and this, was scarlet. These two colours combined made the colour of a house which Harry belonged to. The phoenix seemed familiar and had a gleam in its eye. It lowered itself down to the scarlet orb, and didn’t stop until it was a part of it.

It then rose again, and flew towards Voldemort’s wand. You could see in his eyes that he was scared, not knowing what this bird would do. The bird did not attack him, or even touch him. It lowered itself and appeared to sit on Voldemort’s wand. After a few seconds it rose, with something underneath it.

It was the size of a quill, but was rather bendy. It seemed to be on fire, just like a phoenix. As it rose from Voldemort’s wand, the vibrations stopped, but the gold and scarlet orbs were still remaining, floating in the middle of the room as a force field. Harry tried to move his wand, but it was stuck in the air.

Harry saw Fawkes fly over to the body of Ron, and it began to cry. Harry suddenly had a plan. He slowly let go of his wand, making sure that it would not drop and put his hand in his sock. He fiddled around and pulled something out, something wooden.

Raising this wand in the air, he looked at Voldemort, and then at the now wet body of Ron, back to Voldemort and took a deep breath. “Stupefy!” Harry said, sending a red beam of light towards Voldemort. It flew underneath the scarlet orb and over the gold orb, not stopping. As it hit Voldemort, his eyes widened and he knew this was over. He flew backwards, into the veil and didn’t come out of the other end.

However, things weren’t over yet. The veil began to glow red, and the room started shaking. Everything was moving, almost like an earthquake. The only thing that seemed unaffected by this was the veil, which was fluttering in its red glow. Harry tried to stay stood up, but his knees gave up and he fell to the ground. As he looked up he saw a crack in the ceiling. Raising his hands above his head, he hoped that the roof would not collapse on him.

But when Harry was around, things never went according to plan.

With the ground shaking, things were falling from the upper level of the room. Benches landed next to Harry’s head. As one fell, a small note floated, until it touched down on Harry’s arm. Harry pushed his left arm over his right and picked up note. He finally understood what he had done, he had defeated Voldemort.

All the shaking stopped, and sheer coldness began. Remembering that four dementors entered, and only three escaped, his eyes widened. Right hand still on his wand, he pushed it up and shouted, “Expecto Patronum.” But nothing happened. He tried again, but he failed to produce a patronus. He was too weak, too tired. Believing that he was going to die, he dropped his wand and thought of Sirius. How he had first appeared as a dog, 4 years ago. Harry was almost about to start crying and he saw something. A tiny dog glided past Harry, pushing the dementors away. Was Harry seeing things or was this real?

He tried to lift his head, to see what was happening. As soon as he lifted his head, he felt something hit his head. Knocked out before and on the ground.

The boy who lived had saved the wizarding world.


It ain't the end yet, though.