This Is the story of Harry Potter after the defeat of Lord Voldermort.
It was a cold winter night, Hogwarts filled with relief, regret and sorrow.
People grieving for the loss of a friend, a loved one.
After defeating he who must not be named, He had forced another part of his soul into Harry's sock.
Walking around Hogwarts all day harry's feet just wanted to kick everyone in the face.
He walked past professor Mcgonagall and toe-punted her in the back yelling at her as he did so, he then proceded to run off and kick nearly everyone around the school, even kicking the wounded as he saw them.
He ran up to one of the students and repeatedly toe-punted him in the knee, the student died.
Harry realised something was wrong with his foot as he tried to fight it, he took of his sock and watched in amazement as his sock jumped on the face of Hermione Granger and suffocated her to death, the sock then spotted it's next victim, it was Mr Neville Longbottom.
The sock lept from the corpse of a very pale, lifeless Hermione And flew towards Neville, Neville shouted in dismay but alas, it was to late, the sock squashed itself in his trachea and expanded with all the saliva, eventually it popped out of Neville's neck, blood flying everywhere, Neville tried to scream but could not due to the hole that was gouged into his neck.
Screaming, still holding onto the body of Hermione, Harry sprinted at the sock, grabbed it and threw it against a wall, Leaving a blood soaked pile of saliva on the wall it slid down and snaked under a door into the store cupboard, it just so happened that Hagrid was secretly getting jiggy with it with one of the elfs, it wormed it's way onto Hagrids foot, Hagrid was then possessed with evil, He snapped the elfs neck and barged his way out the cupboard going and a bloody rampage throughout the school of Hogwarts.
As Hagrid finished cracking a group of pupils craniums, he locked eyes with the one and only, Harry potter himself.
To be continued…