It was late in the evening in the Great Hall when Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
"My fellow students, we have found a... interesting story just today, and have decided to have it read it out loud to you for no reason whatsoever. Minerva, if you please?"
Professor McGonagall retrieved a sheet of paper and began reading it.
"AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling."
"Wow, all those spelling and grammar mistakes make me think that the author is bad at writing," Hermione said.
McGonogall continued.
"Hey Ebony! shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!"
"What the dickens?!" Draco shouted. "I would never say that to a mudblood, or a vampire, or whatever she's supposed to be. That's totally out of character for me!"
This continued on for another 500 pages, until Harry had an epiphany.
"You know, I just realized that My Immortal is much more entertaining and more funny then seeing us react to it over and over again. Screw this rubbish, I'm going to go watch The Big Lewboski again."