Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Only this one shot.
A/N: Here's to you Anti-Potters out there. It's just a joke, so please don't take it literally.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. This was an ordinary boy who went to an ordinary high school. His only problem was that he thought that what others did or said was stupid if it was not something that he liked. The one thing that he hated the most was anything to do with Harry Potter. When his peers would walk down the hallways talking about it, he got mad and often-shouted things like "Potters Gay!" or other mean comments to that measure. He really had no room to talk, because he had only ever read one of the books. Actually, it didn't have to do with whether or not he read it, but the fact that it was somebody else's favorite thing and he had no right to put it down or insult their opinions.
He never listened when his parents or other people told him that he didn't have to like it. That no one even cared if he did or not. He just continued to berate and tease it and everyone who enjoyed it.
One day, while in the middle of a cross walk he insulted Harry Potter yet again.
Then, a bus hit him.
The End!
A/N: Ok. That was sort of stupid, I admit. But I had to get that off of my chest. I really didn't mean any of it. It was just sort of a joke my friend and I had that I thought you might enjoy, or not. I actually don't care who hates HP as long as they don't hate me for loving it. As they say, to each his own!
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