oh i am so amazingly sorry, i'll take out all the humour derived from a popular puppet show that surprisingly enough ties in (ish) with the novels..
passing through the flu network, harry zombie-walked down to the department of mysteries...
through the many doored room and into the tiered ampitheater. He walked to his doom. could he do anything to stop his closing death? with voldemort holding such power over him, was there anything that could be done? would the-boy-who-lives breathe no more?
a rustle in the darkness.
the veil flapped further than ever before and ghosts seeped into the room. pearly apparitions of all those who had ever been forced beyond the veil at the hands of those branded with the mark of the Dark lord
as he-who-must-not-be-named turned to the new apparitions, harry dropped out of his zombie-like trance.
he shuffling from his adversary, shuffling up the stairs and away from the entranced enemy, shuffling from a host of those who, like him, had died to stop this evil...
as harry passed the door, voldemort turned.
eyes a-glow with hatred, green light flew from the end of his wand...
but it did not reach its target.
the ghosts charged at the dark lord, smothering him in their translucet forms.
harry watched, entranced, untill the killing spells shook the entire room and bursts of green light passed the wall of immaterial bodies. even the Chosen One could not compete with power of such unerring strength.
he fled from the ampitheatre, running through the revolving room, out the entrancehall to the ministary and past the eaiting deatheaters there, up the elevator and to the road where the thestr*** were waiting...
only to be killed as he ran across the road to his refuge.
*look left and right before crossing the road*
<<gal>>
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