The Minister of Magic and his assistants entered through the portals, Dumbledore looked to them as the Minister breathlessly gasped, “He’s back.”

The kids of Dumbledore’s Army stood triumphantly as Voldemort made his hasty, yet ghostly, retreat to nothingness.

Then from out of the shadows a slick yellow clad figure emerged wielding a flashy katana. Her barefeet stepping lightly as she carefully place one foot in front of the other. Her blue eyes snapping to one wizard before sizing up the next.

She held the sword with both hands, elbows bent at forty- fives, maybe not the common stance for a true ninja, but for a white girl in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic she looked about as comfortable as she possibly could. All hell was about to break loose and the sounds of Chop Suey beginning to reverberate through the halls definitely indicated such.

The Bride hacked and chopped at random until Harry gathered his wits enough to approach her and offers himself to her as her long lost “Bill.”