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Disclaimer, actually kind of two...the HP characters aren't mine, except the ones that Harry fans don't recognize, much as I wish dear Harry was; they belong to JK Rowlings, one of the most fantastic authors around. Also, part of the plot where Voldemort is actually demolished is also a borrowed idea from author Phyllis Reynolds Naylor where she writes about an evil sorcerer who was defeated in a similar fashion in her book The Witch Returns, so the actual spell used by the Gryffindors is not my idea.

Sort of a bit of crossover, but mostly still Harry Potter, where the Gryffindors get the idea from a website about the spell used by two Americans used to defeat evil sorcerers. Oh, and the two American characters aren't mine, but also Phyllis Naylor's; I might not even mention their names, just the idea. Sooo, hope that covers it. And anyway, if someone tried to sue, I just have a joooob, but not millions in cash, so they'd only get a few bucks. Soo, enjoy this story!

Voldemort's Demise

By: CNJ

PG-13

1: Dumbledore's Announcement

Harry:

"Ron..." I called to my best friend, Ron Weasley. I ran over to his dorm bed that Monday morning in late November. Sure enough, Ron was barely up, his bright red hair in five million directions and his blue eyes still sleep-dazed.
"Yeh, I'm up..." he moaned, heading to the bathroom still in his underwear. I was still a bit sleepy myself, but had been up and dressed for a while. I was anxiously waiting the morning announcement about our Gryffindor retreat. The evil wizard Voldemort is still at large and his been sighted in wooded areas close to Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. Most of his followers, aka death eaters, are now in Azkaban prison, a result from an incident last spring where they floo-jacked several Hogwarts students including Ron and Cheria Radwin, two good friends of mine from Hogsmeade. So, instead of flooing back to Hogwarts as they planned, they'd ended up in the death eaters' chambers. The rest of us, including Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and me, had to stay on campus for two weeks until they were rescued. I still sometimes shudder remembering how frightened we'd all been. Finally, a group of us students devised a plan to free them by developing a potion that could locate the captives. It took a long afternoon of crying on all of our parts, including me, but we finally dried our tears, got our act together and put together the potion and it worked. Thank Merlin's stars that Professor Trelawney and Madame Hooch were willing to help. It had been dangerous, but we'd apparated over and got to them. It had been a battle, but we'd freed our classmates and Madame Hooch had several brooms with her, which she piled several of us on at a time because the death eaters had put a spell to disable to apparating charm. That ended up working like a...charm because the death eaters were caught in their own trap and were caught. And perhaps best of all, Wormtail, who used to be Peter Pettigrew had been in that group, so he was caught, which in turn proved my godfather Sirius Black's innocence.
"I just hope this retreat isn't postponed," I told Ron as we headed into breakfast before our classes of the day.
"Me too," Ron nodded. The Gryffindor students are having a retreat at Quarry Grounds starting Wednesday and ending Saturday...keep your fingers crossed...if it's not postponed. Hermione, Ginny, and Cheria waved us over and we joined them and talked. A niiiing sounded from the teacher's table in the front of the Great Hall, drawing our attention and the room fell silent. Dumbledore, our headmaster, announced the results of last Saturday's Quidditch game. (Gryffindor had won). I smiled ruefully as I ran my tongue over the slit on the side of my lip, which had been split last Saturday, and thought about how Draco Malfoy, the biggest jackass in Hogwarts history, knocked me off my broom, but I'd ended up batting the bludger away from Ginny just in time to allow her to catch the snitch and win the game. I still felt a small twinge in my heart remembering last week when Malfoy had burned my parents' photo album. As a result, to my utter embarrassment, I'd dissolved into tears right here in the Great Hall in front of almost the whole school. I'd been crushed and humiliated for a couple of days, but now I was healing from that awful experience. Playing well at the Quidditch game had helped as well as having support from my friends.
"...and finally..." Dumbledore finished. "The Gryffindor retreat will go on as planned, starting on November twenty-fourth. Let breakfast begin." The whole Gryffindor table exploded with mad whooping and any noise of triumph we could think of, including our group.
"Allll riiiiight!" Ron bellowed and hi-fived me and Hermione. I let out a whoop myself and Hermione tossed a fist into the air and crowed. Dumbledore and our deputy headmistress smiled down at us, then all of us began shoveling in food. Good, now our retreat can go on. All of us were looking forward to it.