Disclaimer: Lets get this part done and out of the way. I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I would be a sick person. J.K. Rowling owns everyone (and I mean everyone, you just don't know it yet) and can do whatever she pleases with us and them.
Anyhoo!
Those who know and read my stuff (which is probably a special few) will know that I have only written humor stuff thus far.
Well, the only thing I do know how to do is Humor/Parody, that kind of crap. But lets a see what it's a like when I try to write a tragedy.
This is inspired by David! (As if anyone knows who the crap he is...) Well, he's just some senior I know in my ALC (American literature composition) class.
Let's give it a shot...
Let's see...the setting is...um...how about a rainy day?
Um...Yeah, it's like...depressing and stuff...and of course, there is lightning...dramatic effect...OH, I forgot! Cue the eerie music!
Someone appears on the horizon!
Who could it be.../&!
Who else, it's a friggen Harry friggen Potter!
Harry: It's a me! Harry!
Oh, wait...this is a tragedy...
Harry: Um...tis I...Harry James Potter...
There we go, now...what is happening during this rainy bad day? Hmmm, I guess someone died...that kind of stuff is sad...I think...
Harry: Oh no! Someone died! It was...um...
"Uh", is right! Who should be dead? How about Sirius?
Readers: But Sirius is already dead!
True, but not in this story! Right, Harry?
Harry: Right...it all started when...
(Insert flashback. Mystic music cues.)
It's dark and blue! In the Department of Mysteries!
Harry: Sirius! Noooooo!
But it was too late...he had fallen behind the veil...but just then, he jumped out with a look of glee upon his face.
Sirius: Gotcha! You've been punk'd!
Harry: Oh, that silly Sirius.
And everyone laughed...then Voldemort came and tried to kill them all and um...uh...Sirius ran away, and so did big bad voldy. And...they all lived happily ever after?
Sure that works...
(End flashback)
Except they didn't live happily ever after...because Big Bad Voldy is still alive and liven large!
SO...who should be dead?
How about McGonagall?
Harry: (staring down into her eyes in the rain) who could've done this to you!
McGonagall: No one. I died cause I'm like...a billion years old. I have an old crackly voice and flabby wrinkled skin...and...yeahhhh...well, you get the point.
Harry: (never one to believe the truth!) Nonsense! Preposterous! Hogwash! What do you speak of! Clearly you've been attacked!
McGonagall: By my dying heart! Not to mention dying lungs, kidneys, liver, and...well, you get the second point.
Harry: (looking into space) no matter what, I will destroy whoever or whatevercould have done this! This unjusticingness (un-justice-ing-ness) must end!
McGonagall: (cough, cough, hack ,BIGGER hack..).
Harry: Ewwww, cover you're mouth at least!
McGonagall: Oh, Harry, soon you'll understand! You were a horrible student! Not to mention bad at spelling. Anyway, I am dying.
Harry: I'll avenge you!
McGonagall: Oh, stop! It's my entire fault for attempting to walk to the St. Mungo's in my bad condition. The bones in my legs withered away from so much stress and pain. And my muscle and veins and...yeah, i should probably stop talking now.
Harry: (busy counting his toes) What? Sorry? Did you say something?
McGonagall: HACK ,cough ,Hack!...(akward silence)
Harry: Gasp! She's died! NOOooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooo!
McGonagall: I'm not dead yet! Final hack! now...i am...(dies)
Harry:...are you sure?...(and there was silence)...oh yeah! NOoooooooooOOOOo!
So something apparently has attacked McGonagall! Either that or she just has bad...everything...so anyway, Will Harry avenge McGonagall? Is McGonagall really dead? Did anyone even bother reading this?
Well, wait for the next chapter to find out...actually, never mind, since all this is random, we (including myself) don't even know what's a gonna happen next.