Rubeus: Let the lord of the Muggles come forth, that justice be done upon him!
The Mouth of Voldemort: My master, Voldemort the Great, bids thee welcome. Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?
Dumbledore: We do not wish to treat with Voldemort, Faithless, and Accursed; Tell your master this: The armies of Muggles must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Voldemort: Ahh, old grey duffer. I have a token I was bidden to show thee. [Pulls out Harry's silken tutu and throws it at them]
Hermione: [heartbroken] Harry...
Dumbledore: Silence.
Ginny: No!
Dumbledore: Silence!
The Mouth of Valemort: Ahhh, the half-wit was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who knew that one so small could endure so much pain? And he DID Ganja Dumbledore, he did.
So, there you have it: Dead as a dodo.
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