This was so retarded.
Harry growled slightly as he continued to watch the setting sun from his room on private drive. This was torture. Harry was now and officially convinced that he had somehow died during that last fight with Voldemort and ended up in hell. Well, at least Voldy would be happy. He hoped that if he had a funeral Dumbledore wouldn't be invited. It would serve the old git just fine considering he's the one that shipped Harry off to the Dursley's as soon as the final battle was finished. Honestly, Harry had won and Dumbledore was more worried about the deatheaters that would claim revenge on Harry.
Not to mention he hadn't gotten a letter from Ron or Hermione the whole summer. This was fifth year all over again wasn't it?
No, that wasn't true Harry thought as he glanced at his wand in his pocket. Now that he was a seventh year in Hogwarts, he was allowed to use magic outside of School.
Then he came into his inheritance in a non to eloquent way, became a drop dead gorgeous veela, killed the Dursleys, got together with Draco Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, Severus Snape, and every other male in Hogwarts. When they all found out, he got on his broom yelling "I'm sorry, but my heart cannot be tamed!" and flew off to America to fuck Edward Cullen.
Lol. Just a small chapter I came up with ^^
I was surfing through my documents when I came upon the first part of this fic. I have no idea where I was going with this but I thought it would be hilarious to add the last bit :P
Thanks for reading.
~Fly