19. JELLY LEGS

Lord Voldemort was, to be fair, a man with an unhealthy obsession with death. It was all he thought about, and yet, ironically he feared it. Even his name meant ‘flight from death’ and he’d devoted his life to becoming immortal.

And perhaps it was this reason that Tom Marvolo Riddle overlooked just how effective a simple case of embarrassment could be.

It was the final battle, and Lord Voldemort was yet to meet his death; he was, by now, fully mortal. No Horcruxes to speak of, and he was fighting against kids. School kids.

Kids that hadn’t been trained in dealing death, whose teachers would probably faint at the suggestion or mere thought of it.

Bad call.

Amateurs.

But that didn’t matter, the man’s mocking expression as he ducked a ‘Tarantallegra’ spell was soon wiped off as the same student hit him with a jelly-legs.

Everyone gasped in unison as the Dark Lord fell to the floor, feeling alarmingly unstable. It didn’t last for long; a loyal Death Eater removed the spell, and on went the massive duel, the atmosphere tenser than ever. Voldemort flushed, yes, FLUSHED, deeply and glared around.

Oh man, that kid was sooooooo gonna pay.