Lord Voldemort was getting seriously tired of dying. Especially if said dying included anybody by the name of Potter. He heard angry breathing behind him. He sighed and turned, expecting another Potter. It was a girl with a very metal bat.

"Um…hi." was all he could get out.

"YOU KILLED MY ICKLE CEDRIC POOH!" the crazy fan girl screamed. Harry watched the girl chase Voldemort around with a bat, and waved to WhiteTwitch who gave the idea to the authoress. Harry gave a cookie to WhiteTwitch.

Voldemort's last thoughts were: 'At least it wasn't a Potter.'

Lord Voldie died again.