A somewhat maddened Harry Potter screams at the top of his
lungs, holding his wand and pointing the tip at Star Sapphire #2.
Potter: Expelliarmus!!!
The ring of Star Sapphire #2 is ripped off her finger. Star Sapphire falls to the ground.
Potter slowly paces toward the unprotected common.
Potter: We have come
too far. Nothing else matters. . .
Potter talks to himself in mumblings, assuring himself that
what is about to be done next is sanctioned by his team. Potter whispers.
Potter: Avada Kedavra.
Star Sapphire #2’s life vanishes in an instant. Potter looks inward and knows that by using
the killing curse he has stepped over the line to which he is unable to return. A glimmer of evil realization strikes the
teenager. A devilish smile creeps across
his face. He will never be the same
during this match.
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2 comments:
And now I like Harry.
Damn.
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