Harry had once again won the quidditch cup! Ron and Hermionie set down besides him. Hermionie let her beaters bat fall down by the floor as the cup was handed too them.

"ARGH!" Harry gasped, as he touched the cup. It was red hot.

But as he tried to put it down he couldn't. The cup had a glorious feeling, he wanted to hold it forever and ever. Hermionie came besides him and looked at him.

"Harry, what is it--ARGH!" She let out a peircing scream, as the silver cup sprouted evil red eyes!

Harry was finally able to drop the cup as the handles cam loose, it grew taller by the second. Soon the arms sproted fingers... spider- like fingers...

The quidditch cup had just asumed the shape of lord voldemort...

"Hello, Harry. Long time no see!" He hissed.

"crucio" Harry yelled.

Voldemort shot a couter curse and the crucatius curse was eaten by a basilisk, that promptly vanished.

"Avada kedevra" Voldemort screeched, and a jet of green light shot at him.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hermionie yelled, and leapt in front of him and was hit by the ruthless beam.

As hermionies dead, lifeless body hit the grond, cold dark hatred filled harry up inside. He just felt total rage, no happiness for winning the cup, no greif for hermionies death, but complete and utter rage towards voldemort.

"AVADA KEDAVRA" He bellowed as loud as he could.

A huge jet of green light shot out of harrys wand, but once again, voldemort didthe recently discovered counter curse. Another basilisk ate the curse, and then detriated into thin air.

Voldemort took several long strides towards him. Then he pressed his disgusting spider-like hands around his neck...

Harrys vision began to swim. Clouds filled up his eyes. Then he blacked out. Several minuts later ha came back tohis senses.

Voldemort was in the top box. Hermionies dead body was hanging from it. Along witha few other, such as Luna lovegood, Colin Creevey, Mcgonagall and Snape.

Everybody else was on the pitch, just sitting there, waiting to be killed.

Harry felt aroud the ground, picked up his wand, stoodup and yelled the loudest curse of his life.

"INCENDIO"

A red, huge fireball shot at the top box. It struck about midway and broke the stand clean in two. the top half fell down on the pitch.

With a boom, the stand hit the ground, and broke into a million tiny shards. all the victims bodies fell with it and a spider- like hand fell dead, with a pitch black wand in it.

Harry picked it up and muttered a vanishing charm, voldemort was dead, his wand was gone and nobody would ever have to die at his hands again.

not like his mother, his father, his worst teacher, his girlfreind and the depuety heamistress...