DISCLAIMER: UTTER CRACK. Also, I don't own Harry Potter.

Once upon a time, in a place called England, Lord Voldemort wasn't happy. "I want dead Harry Potter riding to me on a llama!" he roared.

Suddenly, his doorbell rang. He went to answer it. It was Harry riding on a llama, but he wasn't dead. In fact, he looked straight at Voldemort and said, "Think fast!" Then they looked at each other for one second before simultaneously yelling, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Harry fell down dead on the llama and was carried off.

THE END

PS: No happily ever after

PPS: Harry fell off of the llama