Ron Weasle’s ghost was very pleased with himself.
“I’m so happy Harry Potter’s going to die 🙂 ” he said.
he started dancing, and Voldemort joined in. Albus Potter, psyched to kill his dad, started showing off with his katana and did some sick spins and flips.
but? Snape would have none of this.
“You’ve all forgotten about me, the best potion master who ever lived.”
“Big deal,” said Voldemort, “What can a stupid potion do to stop me now?”
“This,” said Snape, and he drank one and turned into a DINOSAUR SNAPE
“Tyrannosaurus Snape” said Voldemort knowingly, “They said it was just a myth. The perfect magical predator. Agile, quick, with a fashionable black cape and arms long enough to reach out and throttle its prey.”
“What will we do master?!” shrieked Peter Rattigrew.
“What do you mean WE?” demanded Voldemort and he tossed the giant rat-man into the arms of Tyrannosaurus Snape, and the two began to duke it out. But Tyrannosaurus Snape had the upper hand because dinosaurs are stronger than rats, scientifically speaking.
“ALBUS QUICK, you must kill your father before its tool late!!!” screamed Ghost-Weasel, and he held Harry Potter down with his ghost-powers.
“DON’T DO IT SON!” yelled HGarry, “I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DEFEAT VOLDEMORT!!”\
“NO I CAN ALSO DEFEAT HIM!” shrieked Tyrannosaur Snape, ripping out Ratman’s throat with his monstrous chompers.
“Great, then I can do this without consequence!” smiled Albus, and he stabbed Harry in the chest with his lightning katana.
“YESSS!” cried Ron Weasley’s ghost, weeping tears of joy.
but something was wrong. Harry Potter just started laughing.
he looked up and spoke.
“Dumbledor… turn off my pain inhibitors…”
“Are you sure, Harry?” said Dumbledore over the radio.
“DO ITTT.” said Harry, and he tore the katana out his chest,
“LOOKS LIKE IT’S TIME FOR HARRY… TO LET ‘ER RIP!”
“Oh no he’s a cyborg ninja!!!” shrieked Voldemort and he grabbed his broomstick and tried to fly away.
but Hary grabbed his leg and slammed him into the ground.
Voldemort coughed up blood and reached out to Albus.
“Don’t let him kill me!” he cried.
Harry held his sword at Voldemort’s throat. Albus cried out to his father.
“You can’t kill him! I need him!”
Harry Potter looked at his son sternly.
“He’s too dangerous to be left alive,” he said wisely.
“Albus… Albus,” coughed Voldemort, “if you let your dad kill me, Delphi will never bang you.”
“HE NEEDS TO STAND TRIAL!” cried Albus.
“You are so full of shit,” wept Harry, and he began to swing his sword– but something stopped him.
TO BE CONTINUED.