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For fedzgurl91: Five Ways Harry Could Get His Shit Together And Actually Off Lord Voldemort:
1. Guns. Lots of guns.
As it turns out, semi-automatic weapons won't actually kill a not-quite-mortal, all-powerful wizard.
But they'll slow him right down.
Harry looked down at the mangled body and dropped the gun. "Avada Kedavra," he said.
2. "Dumbledore was right," Harry said. "Love was the only thing that could defeat Voldemort. Just . . . "
"What, Harry?" Hermione said, concerned.
Harry swiped at his eyes. "Just, now that I've lost him, how can I go on?"
3. "With . . . this!" Fred produced it with a flourish and handed it to Harry.
"What is it?"
Fred scoffed. "What is it? Harry, my boy--"
"--it's a ball of death!" George finished.
Harry looked at it. It looked a little like a donut hole. "A ball . . . "
"Of death, yes."
Harry sighed.
4. Cho Chang was weeping. Again.
" . . . and he DIED, and then Harry left me and my life is TERRIBLE, and what do they do but offer me up as ba-a-ait!" she wailed.
Voldemort shuddered. Another couple of days of this and he'd be turning the Killing Curse on himself.
5. The vat of acid tipped over onto the Dark Lord, hissing and spluttering green until the only thing left was a wand and a ring.
Harry sat back, satisfied. "I knew reading all of those comic books would come in handy someday," he said.
For bearclawpaw: Five Favorite Red Wings Of All Time:
1. Steve Yzerman. Hello. Duh. Thank you.
2. Henrik Zetterberg, who does this thing where he goes in with the puck on a breakaway and feints and feints and at the last second shoots it in, losing his balance, and careens into the endboards on his ass with his hands in the air.
3. Jiri Fischer, who did this thing where he checks people through the glass.
4. Brett Hull, who could, I swear, score a goal from anywhere. Mars, behind the net, wherever.
5. Jason Williams, who I just like, okay?
1. Guns. Lots of guns.
As it turns out, semi-automatic weapons won't actually kill a not-quite-mortal, all-powerful wizard.
But they'll slow him right down.
Harry looked down at the mangled body and dropped the gun. "Avada Kedavra," he said.
2. "Dumbledore was right," Harry said. "Love was the only thing that could defeat Voldemort. Just . . . "
"What, Harry?" Hermione said, concerned.
Harry swiped at his eyes. "Just, now that I've lost him, how can I go on?"
3. "With . . . this!" Fred produced it with a flourish and handed it to Harry.
"What is it?"
Fred scoffed. "What is it? Harry, my boy--"
"--it's a ball of death!" George finished.
Harry looked at it. It looked a little like a donut hole. "A ball . . . "
"Of death, yes."
Harry sighed.
4. Cho Chang was weeping. Again.
" . . . and he DIED, and then Harry left me and my life is TERRIBLE, and what do they do but offer me up as ba-a-ait!" she wailed.
Voldemort shuddered. Another couple of days of this and he'd be turning the Killing Curse on himself.
5. The vat of acid tipped over onto the Dark Lord, hissing and spluttering green until the only thing left was a wand and a ring.
Harry sat back, satisfied. "I knew reading all of those comic books would come in handy someday," he said.
For bearclawpaw: Five Favorite Red Wings Of All Time:
1. Steve Yzerman. Hello. Duh. Thank you.
2. Henrik Zetterberg, who does this thing where he goes in with the puck on a breakaway and feints and feints and at the last second shoots it in, losing his balance, and careens into the endboards on his ass with his hands in the air.
3. Jiri Fischer, who did this thing where he checks people through the glass.
4. Brett Hull, who could, I swear, score a goal from anywhere. Mars, behind the net, wherever.
5. Jason Williams, who I just like, okay?