Jared Waddell wrote:

<snip>

"Now how am I supposed to get up there...? Oh...right, I can Apparate.

...WHY DIDN'T I REMEMBER THAT SOONER?!"

Two words: Dramatic timing.

Sorry... that was in the REVISED script. We forgot
to give that to you at lunch.

*****

"Wow, it's usually martial artists I get up here, not wizards. Not that
I
get very many visitors at all, mind you."

"Who...ARE you?"

"Don't you know? You came here to find me, didn't you?"

"I was just told to follow the road until it ended."

"Ah, I see. Well, allow me to introduce myself..."

"I am Sailor Pluto, Mistress of Time."
OR:
"I am... The One."

Oh wait, DBZ crossover. Yeah.

So it should be

"But first, pull my finger."

Angrily, "Pull my finger or you won't get any
training!"

<snip>

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other. "...now what?" Ron asked.

Now get beaten to within an inch of your lives before your friend finally
turns up and saves the day.

But first, 697 episodes of posing and boasting.

<snip>

Ron and Hermione clutched at bleeding wounds as they sheltered behind a
burning fragment of wall. "Now...what?" Ron hissed.

"Now...we..." Hermione sighed. "We die."

"No..."

Told ya...

Not enough space wasting scenes. :)

"Oh, WHY didn't it work...?"

[IT DID.]

Three heads snapped up at the voice which permeated their minds.
"What...?
Who...?"

Ron and Hermione curiously peeked out from behind their shield,
noticing
that Voldemort's attention was also drawn away from them. They followed
his
gaze...and stared.

Advancing across the battleground, gingerly avoiding the remains of the
brave defenders, was a tall, powerfully-built young man. He was
shirtless;
he wore only loose scarlet trousers, a golden rope belt, and black
boots.
His upper body and arms rippled with muscles; in his right hand, he
clutched
a wand. Spiked, messy black hair blew about in the wind, occasionally
revealing the narrow scar on his forehead. Jade eyes flashed angrily
from
behind the lenses of battered black glasses.

"Harry..." Hermione breathed.

Voldemort's eyes widened. "POTTER! Impossible! How--"

Even better: "POTTER?! INCONCEIVABLE!!!"

Great! Also,

Lucius: I don't think that means what you think it means.

Harry made a sharp gesture with his wand. Voldemort froze in mid-word,
his
body seizing up.

Another sharp gesture sent the Dark Lord's wand flying away; Harry
advanced
on him silently, a grim expression on his face.

"Whoa..." Ron gasped.

Harry walked directly up to Voldemort and grasped him firmly round the
neck
with his free hand. A weak gurgling noise rasped from the dark wizard's
throat as he thrashed limply, motion returning to him gradually.

"No speeches. No spells. Now, you die," Harry said.

He closed his hand.

Hermione and Ron winced.

You know, this is one thing I really like about Harry's character. He
isn't big on theatrics.

Which is why he doesn't fit in the DBZ world. :)

Harry tossed Voldemort's lifeless body onto a pile of burning wood,
then
turned to his friends.

"I'm sorry I was late."

Hermione and Ron fainted.

w00t! Cut and print!

Later,
Rick "lv 32 Crazy Homeless Man" Spiff

Until next time when Wormtail wishes Voldemort back
using the Dragonballs...


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