AN: Well, here you go. The last chapter. I would like to thank everyone that helped me write this, and everyone who has read along. I expect a whole bunch of reviews now.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The Long Boring Explanation

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down in Dumbledore's office.

"Would you care to explain what's going on?" asked Harry.

"Yes." said Dumbledore. "You deserve to know the truth... It was all Fred and George's idea!"

"What?" asked Ron.

"No it wasn't!" said Fred and George.

"You were the ones who proposed the bet!" said Dumbledore.

"What bet?!" asked Hermione.

"Now look what you've done." said George. "You could have come up with a rosy lie to make Harry feel better, just like you did in his fifth year, but no! You had to tell the truth!"

"The truth about what?!" asked Harry.

"Fred George and I," began Dumbledore. "each bet one hundred galleons that if Voldemort came to Hogwarts he wouldn't be able to kill you."

"Correction!" said Fred. "George and I bet that he would be able to kill Harry."

"Yes." continued Dumbledore. "If Voldemort had killed you, I would have to pay Fred and George one hundred galleons, but if you lived, they would have to pay me."

"You made a bet on Harry's life?!" gasped Hermione.

"Yes. I then sent Voldemort a letter inviting him to Hogwarts. I knew that he would accept. He's so predictable."

"Bu-bu-but you can't do that!" said Ron. "There must be a law against inviting dark wizards into a school."

"It doesn't matter." said Dumbledore. "Because now the school year is over, Harry is still alive, and I'm one hundred galleons richer! You're not mad at me are you?"

"And needless to say," finished Colin, who was on the Hogwarts Express talking to Voldemort. "that poor Dumbledore will be spending the rest of the summer repairing his office."

"Go away!" groaned Voldemort. "Why am I even talking to you?

"Fine, I get it." said Colin as he left.

Dumbledore's story had been repeated so many times, that everyone knew about the bet, including Voldemort.

"Why are we even riding on this train?" asked Nagini. "I mean, now that everyone knows who we are, why can't we just apparate?"

"Shut up snake."

Voldemort's compartment door was still open as several third years walked by and laughed at him. "Oh look, it's the Dark Lard!"

Voldemort killed those students, "and it made him feel good. Because he knew that somewhere, some day he would kill Harry Potter, and when he did he would RULE! Yeah, rule! Ha ha ha ha-"

"Voldi!" said Nagini. "You're thinking out loud again!"

"Note to self, stop thinking out loud... and kill Harry!"

The End