I don't own Harry Potter
**********
Harry held is breath as the ride started to life up, he was going to forever regret letting Draco convince him to ride this, this, this thing.
He could face Voldemort and live, face a freak'n basilisk, but nothing could prepare him at facing the dreaded slingshot, no nothing.
Next to him Draco is hyperventilating, we're only 10, 11, 15, high up in the air. Down on the ground, I hear Hermione reassuring us that we'll live, I think. I thought I was afraid of dementors, but know that I can face them; this is the scariest thing I can face.
The wind is rushing past my face, everything is spinning, I remember the words of America's funniest home videos, facing fear itself in its many forms, is never fun.
I see the ground coming fast
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
There is a girly scream; it's coming from me, how embarrassing
"BLARGLEFLARGLE!!"
There goes Draco; we need a bag, a big bag
The up side, we go to Disney world tomorrow, the down side is I'll be to sick to go.
I shall never ride this ride ever again
Heh, heh, Ron and Hermione are up next, payback