"Oh Harreh!" Hagrid squealed, beaming like a baby boy. The sun was out, the sky was clear and it was the most beautiful day England had experienced since he could remember. "Look at the sun, it's so nice!"

Harry smiled demurely back at his lover, lounging back shirtless on a banana lounge. He was enjoying the sweet and sexy life. Hagrid was becoming turned on by his pale skinny frame. Harry replied, "Yes Hagrid, the sun is indeed quite lovely."

The sun, pleased at the appraisal it was receiving, shone on Harry and Hagrid extra hard. This caused the pair to sprout magical wings, earning a gasp from Hagrid and a lazy grin from Harry.

They flew up into the sun, enjoying life and becoming a miniscule particle of it. Just one of many.

This was until Hagrid realised that in doing so, his sweet little boy would be killed. "NOOO!" he moaned, kicking and grabbing at thin air in vain as Harry floated innocently into the large yellow orb. "NOOO, meh Harreh..." He kicked and grabbed, and kicked and grabbed some more. But alas, it was too late.

Harry was dead.