Harry Potter and the Super Commando Karate Kick Thing of Doom.
Harry stood frozen. He had been cornered. His wand lay on the ground, a mere 6 feet from where he cowered, however, if he so much as moved, he knew he would be killed on the spot. Voldemort hovered over him, with 50 or so Death Eaters standing behind him, the flashes of white of their evil grins the only thing Harry could see from underneath their hooded cloaks. Voldemort drew ever closer and Harry drew a sharp breath. This was it. Seven years of fighting had only bought him time. He closed his eyes and waited for the incantation that would set him free from the sharp pain in his heart – but it never came. Instead there was a loud "Oof!" and a dull thud as someone fell to the floor. Harry dared to open his eyes a sliver, and saw that Lord Voldemort was no longer hovering over him, but sprawled across the ground, his Death Eaters looking thoroughly confused. Standing on top of him, looking slightly triumphant, was a girl tha