A/N: Inspired by the song "Just a Hufflepuff" by Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls. AU, as it's implied that Harry isn't a Horcrux.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone mentioned in this fic, except Nigel the Hufflepuff.

Harry took several deep breaths, calming himself before facing the inevitable. He knew what he had to do: he had to be the one to face Voldemort, and he had to kill him. No one else could do it for him, he was the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived.

He walked along the forest path towards the clearing where he knew Voldemort would be waiting for him. It seemed far too quiet, though, for the base camp of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was almost as if there was no one there at all. But...that was ridiculous. Voldemort wouldn't rest until either Harry was dead or he was.

Still, it did seem very quiet...

Harry picked up the pace, hurrying along the path until he reached the clearing.

There he found Voldemort and the Death Eaters lying prone on the floor, clearly dead, with a small red-headed boy standing over them holding his wand like the world would explode if he let it go.

"For God's sake Nigel! I told you to wait!"

"Sorry, boss," Nigel squeaked, looking at the floor.

Bloody Hufflepuffs.