AOL's Second Excerpt from Order of the Phoenix

Few people got to read a second spoiler from Order of the Phoenix that temporarily found its way on AOL before being pulled by threat of legal action. The first spoiler, read by thousands the world over in a matter of minutes, led to rampant discussions of morality, legality and generally inane palaver. This overshadowed the magnitude of information disclosed in the second, less noticed, spoiler. What follows is the original message from a Harry Potter discussion forum that did disseminate the snippet before AOL removed it a scant two seconds later. Enjoy

OMG! Another excerpt from the Book! WOW! This is sooooo cool!

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When Harry awoke and opened his eyes the dense darkness that surrounded him almost made him think they were still closed. His head ached and his bones felt stretched making every muscle feel pulled and sore.

Slowly, his eyes became adjusted to the dimness. He shook his head and tried to look around. The limp flattened bodies of Wormtail, Hermione and the others still lay scattered where they had fallen. The contents of the giant cauldron seemed to still be fuming as the acid-like potion scorched the ground. The cauldron itself had finally come to rest against an old larch, and droplets of the noxious liquid were dripping onto the roots of the tree, that seemed already to be withering.

A cold high-pitched voice began to chuckle behind him making Harry jump and turn, although the effort made him ache even more painfully.

"It is now over, Harry Potter," said the sneering malevolent voice of Lord Voldemort. "Dumbledore's pitiful attempt to defeat me has failed and the Order of the Phoenix will rise no more. It would have been so much easier for you all to have simply submitted to my rule. But here we are, and there they are," he laughed waving his hand at Harry's cauldron-crushed companions.

Harry felt hatred well up inside himself like he had never known before. The images of Dumbledore, Sirius, Hagrid, Dobby, Mr Weasley, Ron and Hermione all filled his senses at once and rage began to well up inside his mind. His hand clutched the charred remains of his wand as he glared up at the spectral figure of the wizard who had been responsible for every sorrow and loss he had ever experienced.

"You rotten murderer!” Harry hissed through clenched teeth, feeling a power begin to well up inside as he clutched the stub of his wand. “You killed them all and for what? Power? Fame? Why have you done all this and what do you think you've really accomplished?"

"Why, you ask?” Voldemort said with a note of indulgent humour in his voice. “O dear boy, you have always been too stupid to comprehend the bigger picture haven't you. Did you not ever consider that without me you would be nothing, just another literary fiction selling in small quantities to a forlorn group of muggles with little in their lives to commend them? I am the reason for your existence! Did you think it was your parents? No, it was me, and I'm the reason you are known around the world, the reason otherwise sensible people read and reread books that are supposedly aimed at children -- how touching that no one has noticed the very large vocabulary, so outside the ken of youngsters.

“If not for me, Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter would not command publishing success on a scale unprecedented since the New Testament! People would not spend hours discussing every misplaced, comma every possible plot twist and odd choice of terminology, the history of creatures that simply never existed until a Scottish pauper penned them over coffee stained pages. And now it's come to this moment. Good bye, Harry Potter."

Voldemort laughed and Harry began to shake at the rage that was filling his mind and near the point of inexorable action. As if in slow motion, he saw Voldemort raise his wand in Harry's direction and begin to open his mouth. At the same moment he felt his wand hand jerk into position and the blackened stump of his own wand begin to quiver. Before Voldemort could react, Harry unleashed the spell.

"Momumentous Lucre Literaritas!" he cried, and a shower of pound notes, dollars, euros, franks and other monies converged from every direction, knocking down the evil wizard and burying him in a mountain of gold, silver, copper, and coloured paper. He heard Voldemort's scream fade as the mountain continued to grow and suffocate him.

There was a tremendous flash.

Harry fell unconscious as a deep blackness shrouded him. When he awoke Madam Pomfrey was wiping his brow with a cool cloth.

"What, Voldemort... he...," Harry faltered for words.

"There, there, dear. You just be quiet. Everything is alright."

Suddenly, Harry was aware of a shadow at the foot of the bed. He realised that somehow his wand was still in his hand. He pointed it blindly at the shadow, while standing up on the bed so quickly that Madam Pomfrey fell backwards into the floor.

"You keep away from me!" he shouted. "You're going to die for all the suffering you caused me and everyone I've ever loved!"

The shadow threw its hands into the air.

"Harry, Harry, you must calm yourself," said the gentle and familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore. "There are many things I need to tell you, Harry, if you'll do me the pleasure of not jinxing me before I have a chance."

Dumbfounded, Harry lowered his wand and stared at the elderly wizard.

Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. 'It is time,' he said, 'for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything.'

The end…?

The voice of Jack Webb rises over ominous Dragnet music....

"The 'spoiler' you have just read is untrue, the names haven't been changed to project the ridiculous."