"Harry Potter: The Final Chapter."
by Alan Smithee.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of J.K. Rowling and her minions. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT!
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
Harry Potter stood triumphant. Lord Voldemort had killed his parents, his friends, and that plant he never watered. Now his skills had finally paid off, as Voldemort stood in his grasp. "Prepare to die!"
"I will not. I cannot. More will stay with me..." Voldemort replied.
"And they will die in time. I have taken over now!" Harry replied.
"No, I will not let you do this..."
"Your time is over. The time of Potter has begun!"
"But...how?"
"I have gotten the world's youth on my side. They will teach their kids to love me and hate you."
"I am truly dead, then."
"Take your original form. Only then will the people know the power of Potter."
Voldemort was steadfast against it. "I will never let them know what you've wrought!"
"Come now, they will learn in time. Reveal yourself!" Voldemort took into his original form. He was clad in an appearance that was quite similar to the hippies that Harry had seen.
"NOW YOU WILL DIE!" Potter took out a spell that impaled the man on an iceberg.
"Now to show myself to my worthy followers." Harry went to the rooftop. "PEOPLE OF THE WORLD! THE LAST GREAT MUGGLE IS DEAD! LET US REJOICE!"
The crowd was slightly shocked. Harry continued. "NOW, LET ME BRING FORTH MY INNER CIRCLE!" Harry pointed his hands towards the ground. A large red circle opened up as his friends came back up from their prison and joined him.
"MY PEOPLE, THE REIGN OF THOSE EVILS YOU KNEW IS OVER! PREPARE FOR AN EVIL THAT EVEN YOU COULD NOT FATHOM!" Harry unleashed his own true form, a large demonic vision.
"THE TIME OF THE DARK ONE, RULER OF THE MISFORTUNATE, HAS BEGUN! PREPARE FOR TORMENT! IN ORDER TO START THIS, LET US HAVE SOME APPROPRIATE DEMON SUMMONING MUSIC!" The demon snapped its fingers. In an instant, Marilyn Manson, Godsmack, and Rob Zombie appeared.
"PLAY, YOU EVIL MUGGLES, PLAY!" The bands started playing. The people started writhing. Clearly, Harry Potter had "won."
by Alan Smithee.
Some of these characters/situations/other stuff may be the copyright of J.K. Rowling and her minions. This isn't as needed as a warning, but the writer doesn't want to get sued by The Man.
If you have any criticism on this work, send it to ReLect0@aol.com. If you feel the need to flame this work, I got two words for you, SUCK IT!
Anything else? Oh, yeah. Don't do drugs. Unless it is for good reasons.Ah, screw that, Smoke crack and worship Satan.
Harry Potter stood triumphant. Lord Voldemort had killed his parents, his friends, and that plant he never watered. Now his skills had finally paid off, as Voldemort stood in his grasp. "Prepare to die!"
"I will not. I cannot. More will stay with me..." Voldemort replied.
"And they will die in time. I have taken over now!" Harry replied.
"No, I will not let you do this..."
"Your time is over. The time of Potter has begun!"
"But...how?"
"I have gotten the world's youth on my side. They will teach their kids to love me and hate you."
"I am truly dead, then."
"Take your original form. Only then will the people know the power of Potter."
Voldemort was steadfast against it. "I will never let them know what you've wrought!"
"Come now, they will learn in time. Reveal yourself!" Voldemort took into his original form. He was clad in an appearance that was quite similar to the hippies that Harry had seen.
"NOW YOU WILL DIE!" Potter took out a spell that impaled the man on an iceberg.
"Now to show myself to my worthy followers." Harry went to the rooftop. "PEOPLE OF THE WORLD! THE LAST GREAT MUGGLE IS DEAD! LET US REJOICE!"
The crowd was slightly shocked. Harry continued. "NOW, LET ME BRING FORTH MY INNER CIRCLE!" Harry pointed his hands towards the ground. A large red circle opened up as his friends came back up from their prison and joined him.
"MY PEOPLE, THE REIGN OF THOSE EVILS YOU KNEW IS OVER! PREPARE FOR AN EVIL THAT EVEN YOU COULD NOT FATHOM!" Harry unleashed his own true form, a large demonic vision.
"THE TIME OF THE DARK ONE, RULER OF THE MISFORTUNATE, HAS BEGUN! PREPARE FOR TORMENT! IN ORDER TO START THIS, LET US HAVE SOME APPROPRIATE DEMON SUMMONING MUSIC!" The demon snapped its fingers. In an instant, Marilyn Manson, Godsmack, and Rob Zombie appeared.
"PLAY, YOU EVIL MUGGLES, PLAY!" The bands started playing. The people started writhing. Clearly, Harry Potter had "won."