Warlock
By Cathy Ann
It was at the leaky cauldron, while I was on tour of england, when I learned I was a warlock. Some idiot who fancied himself a lord but who looked like a demonized snake man from a horror film, opened the door to the Inn. He came in, yelled out that he was a lord, specifically a lord voldemort.
He looked at me in my wheel chair and said muggle filth was not allowed in the Inn. I ignored him. I heard his say, AVADA KEDAVRA and a green light came and passed by me. I felt rather good. I asked him if he could do it again, so he and his buddies cast it again and again. It appeared my body was immune to the bad aspects of that curse. I felt so well in fact I stood up from the wheel chair, noticing that I was healed of the crippling diesease, now lord v and his buddies were falling to the floor, all crippled up.
I waved my hand at them and sucked out all of the rest of their magic, so they were squibs, barely. I searched them and took all their money and their bank keys.
Just then someone who looked liike dan radcliff, entered the room, but he was dressed as a wizard. He wiped out lord v and his buddies quickly.
Then people showed up and pointed their wands at me. I told them I was a warlock and they would become squibs if they cast any spells at me.
By the time the tour of england was over I had gained billions of galleons worth billons more in pounds and dollars.