Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

One day, Harry went away. He was going to go somewhere not important at all. He was going to his grandmother's house. Isn't that wonderful? Yes. But on the way there, he was stopped by a large coyote. "Wha-What do you want?" Harry asked fearfully, who had been moments before skipping happily and whistling. "TO EAT YOU!" said the coyote, which proceeded to do so. "HELLLLP MEEEEE!" screamed Harry. "MWA-HA-HA-HAAAA!" said the coyote, his voice some-what muffled. "Eat me too!" yelled a voice out of nowhere, as something came crashing down out of the trees, right on the coyote (who's name was Bob)'s head. It was Draco! Then there was a big BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

And everybody died.

THE HAPPY ENDING!

YaY!