Disclaimer:Harry Potter is NOT Mine! Song is property of and perfomed by Marilyn Manson,John5,Twiggy Ramirez,Ginger Fish,and M. Wayne Gacy. Enjoy
Song:The Love Song(Marilyn Manson band)
rating:R for extreme suicide and mild cursing
Notes:---------=a flashback,The Bullet and the Father are characters of the song,when you see them,thsat is the song.
Summary:After Ginny,Hermione,Viktor,Ron,Fleur,and Cho are murdered by a full powered Voldemort(who killed Ginny actually on accident because she was protecting her brother and he feels sorry he killed her,iknowing their strange but true relationship),harry decides he cant go on anymore.
The Death of the Survivor(farwell,sweet prince)
Harry looked at the odd muggle contraptration he had somehow smuggled here into Hogwarts,his mind drifting to just a few weeks ago as he and his best friends(and bye chance miracle some of his fellow Triwizard contenders) had a picnic together.
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Fluer and Ginny joked as Hermione let out a blood curdling scream. Everyone looked over yto see a tall dark boy(as voldemort was using his younger self disguise again)standing around,staring at Ginny,as he cracked her a smile and whispered to her to run. He raised his wand,taking aim at the
shrilly shreiking Hermione,firing out a spell producing gusts of wind so hard they split Fleur,Cho,Hermione,Viktor,and Ron clean in half,theyre endtrails flying through the air. Harry looked stunned as he fainted ,his hearing being to Voldemort cvalling Ginny's name,only to hear him sob and flee as he
found Ginny''s head,the head of his beloved mere inches from her brothers liver. Appearently she dived for her brother to save his life other than her running away like he asked and saving her own ass.
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Harry awoke later at the Weasley household to Ginny and Ron's relatives weeping and standing watch over him.
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After all these weeks Harry couldnt even begin to GREIVE,blaming it all on him till thew point he couldnt go on. He just coulnt go on. He opened the revolving chamber the the beast in his hands,tears staining his face.
The Bullet:I've got a crush
On a pretty pistol
Should I tell her
That I feel this way?
Father told us
To be
Faithful
Got a crush
On pretty Pistol
Should I tell her
That I feel this way?
Got love
Songs in my head
Killing us away
He slowly inserted six little demons into their father beast. Oh the sounds of sweet release!
The Father:DO YOU LOVE YOUR
GUN(YEAH!)
GOD(YEAH!)
THE GOVERNMENT(repeat)
FUCK YEAH!
He slowly closed the belly of the beast,spinning it into position,pointing its mouth write between his eyes.
The Bullet:She tells me
Im a pretty bullet
Gonna be a star someday
Mother says we
Should look
Away
She tells me
Im a pretty bullet
An imitation Christ
Got love
Songs in
My head
KILLING US AWAY
(the Fther chorus)
The Bullet:Got love
Songs in my head
Killing us away(x's 6)
(the Father chorus)
BANG!
The last anyone would see of the Boy Who Lived before his funeral would be as the house elves and grounds keepers removed the blood and peices of grey matter off the wall and pry out of the wall a .454 Casule round,the Ruger revolver of Uncle Vernons(dont ask how he got it)lay loosely in him limp hands.
Song:The Love Song(Marilyn Manson band)
rating:R for extreme suicide and mild cursing
Notes:---------=a flashback,The Bullet and the Father are characters of the song,when you see them,thsat is the song.
Summary:After Ginny,Hermione,Viktor,Ron,Fleur,and Cho are murdered by a full powered Voldemort(who killed Ginny actually on accident because she was protecting her brother and he feels sorry he killed her,iknowing their strange but true relationship),harry decides he cant go on anymore.
The Death of the Survivor(farwell,sweet prince)
Harry looked at the odd muggle contraptration he had somehow smuggled here into Hogwarts,his mind drifting to just a few weeks ago as he and his best friends(and bye chance miracle some of his fellow Triwizard contenders) had a picnic together.
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Fluer and Ginny joked as Hermione let out a blood curdling scream. Everyone looked over yto see a tall dark boy(as voldemort was using his younger self disguise again)standing around,staring at Ginny,as he cracked her a smile and whispered to her to run. He raised his wand,taking aim at the
shrilly shreiking Hermione,firing out a spell producing gusts of wind so hard they split Fleur,Cho,Hermione,Viktor,and Ron clean in half,theyre endtrails flying through the air. Harry looked stunned as he fainted ,his hearing being to Voldemort cvalling Ginny's name,only to hear him sob and flee as he
found Ginny''s head,the head of his beloved mere inches from her brothers liver. Appearently she dived for her brother to save his life other than her running away like he asked and saving her own ass.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Harry awoke later at the Weasley household to Ginny and Ron's relatives weeping and standing watch over him.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After all these weeks Harry couldnt even begin to GREIVE,blaming it all on him till thew point he couldnt go on. He just coulnt go on. He opened the revolving chamber the the beast in his hands,tears staining his face.
The Bullet:I've got a crush
On a pretty pistol
Should I tell her
That I feel this way?
Father told us
To be
Faithful
Got a crush
On pretty Pistol
Should I tell her
That I feel this way?
Got love
Songs in my head
Killing us away
He slowly inserted six little demons into their father beast. Oh the sounds of sweet release!
The Father:DO YOU LOVE YOUR
GUN(YEAH!)
GOD(YEAH!)
THE GOVERNMENT(repeat)
FUCK YEAH!
He slowly closed the belly of the beast,spinning it into position,pointing its mouth write between his eyes.
The Bullet:She tells me
Im a pretty bullet
Gonna be a star someday
Mother says we
Should look
Away
She tells me
Im a pretty bullet
An imitation Christ
Got love
Songs in
My head
KILLING US AWAY
(the Fther chorus)
The Bullet:Got love
Songs in my head
Killing us away(x's 6)
(the Father chorus)
BANG!
The last anyone would see of the Boy Who Lived before his funeral would be as the house elves and grounds keepers removed the blood and peices of grey matter off the wall and pry out of the wall a .454 Casule round,the Ruger revolver of Uncle Vernons(dont ask how he got it)lay loosely in him limp hands.