(AN: this is my story i rote for nanorimo... sadly i didnt finesh on time, but im editing it and gonna finish for this site. plese reed Talent Sho first. enjoyy!)

(This is a trollfic. Be warned.)

It all started with a dreem. A scary bad dreem. A premotishon. And it all came down to this in the end. The misterius end.

Saten stud on the other end of the feeld from Moley Dubledore-Poder (she wus adopted ok), grimaceing broodly. He held his firey hell-sord in his left hand (cuz left hands are from the devel wich he is, so.) and was looking relly scary and develish.

"You get one more chance, Saten" sed Moley, pulling out her wand, the very super speshul Elder Wand. Saten frowned even more.

"My Hell's angles will obliterate you!" he groweld, growling like a feroshes lion.

"Hairy?" Moley sed looking to her husbend. He looked back and noded. Moley craced her nuckles before saying her relly good one-linre. "Go home Saten... your drunk."