"I can't believe that worked."

"It did, though, didn't it?"

"Well, yes, it did, but it shouldn't have." Hermione looked down at the very dead Tom Riddle, then back to her best friend who was tossing the armored gauntlet in his hand up in the air then catching it again. "I mean, how did hitting him with that just make him drop dead?"

"Dumbledore told me it would, years ago, but he got it a little wrong," the green-eyed teenager shrugged. "He was old, I think his hearing was going bad."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"

"Well," the young man said as he slid his hand into the metal gauntlet, held it up, and wiggled the fingers, "what finally did Voldemort in was The Power of Glove..."

He was still grinning even as he legged it, Hermione staring at him with a face that slowly went very red.

"Harry! You... You... You!" Pulling her wand she chased her snickering friend, trying to hit him with something painful.