"Nooooo! Why him, why my love!" I screamed, I threw the book to the wall and it hit the wall in a bang and then it fell on the carpet. I wiped the small tears making there way to my cheeks. I know it sounds too dramatic but it was for me. I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I couldn't believe she killed off my love. I looked up at my wall and the Voldemort poster was looking down at me. I sighed and calmed down,yes I know it sounds like I'm demented and maybe I am but I'm in love with a fictional character named Voldemort. I got up from my couch and slowly walked to my kitchen,it was 3 am and I was tired. If I was there I would have helped him, I know he was evil but I knew he was also sweet..you know deep deep deep down inside. Fucking hell now I know why my friends call me a dork. I wasn't going to get any sleep now so I grabbed a coke from the fridge and went back to my couch and plopped down. I turned on the tv to watch something to distract me from my horrors, it was raining outside. I groaned and put my coke down next to the tv while I put on the dvd. You guessed it it was Harry Potter , my favorite one too. The first one, then the light went out. Just great another thing to add to my depressing mode. I screamed out of frustation "Stupid Harry Potter!" and the lights came back on, but being the cluts that I was I accidentally knocked the coke on the tv. "Oh shit! oh shit!" I screamed and pulled the plug. I realized that that wasn't such a good idea seeing as now I was being electrecuted. Last thing I remember was me trying to un plug the tv and then everything was black.
I groaned one I think I'm dead. I don't feel dead but then again I have no idea what being dead feels like and maybe I just think I'm not dead or what if I am? man this was complicated. I pulled myself off the cold pavement. Why it wasn't my apartments carpet was another reason I was leaning towards me being dead. My fingers were tingleling, so maybe I had super powers. That would be awesome, atleast better than being dead. I stood up completely and looked around while I rubbed my soar butt. I know this was going to sound strange but it looked just like Diagon Alley from the movie. Except the shops were closed and some even boarded up, it was already dark out. If this was really me going crazy then shouldn't I atleast be somewhere that I actually want to be like "Voldemort's arms," I whispered to myself, I felt my cheeks flush. Some pop sounds came from my left and right, my eyes grew wide as I saw some weird people in cloaks appear. "Seriously?" I mumbled and they made a grab for me, I was too shoked to move. "I wonder what we will get for this one," the person to my left growled out. He sounded like a mountain troll. "Yo watch were you put your hand, don't touch the goods," I said finding my voice. He also smelled bad as a troll or what I think a troll would smell like. "She gots a mouth on her, tell me girl whats your name?" the one to my right said in a very english voice. "No can do man, I'm not suppose to talk to strangers," I said. "She has red hair, and looks like shes poor, I bet shes a Weasley," grumbled the troll, I mean man. "What?!? I'm not poor, I'm also not a Weasley. I never thought I would say this to another person but you guys have been reading too much Harry Potter books," I said in a sigh, all in this conversation I have slowly been moving away from the brutes. "First you say the Dark Lords name and now you say the things name, you should be killed even if your not a mudblood," said the english one. "Which we have yet to know, maybe she is a mudblood," grumbled the troll. I rolled my eyes and made a run for it, screw them they can argue about the Harry Potter books all they want I just want to know if I'm crazy or dead. Too bad they freaking appeared in front of me again. "Freak!!" I screamed as they grabbed me.
