Hi! This is Zena and Chelly! This is our very first story... ish thing. We are going to tell OUR version of how Harry Potter dies. Hope you enjoy!
~Z&C
Oh yeah, and we don't own Harry Potter. (Not that we'd want to)
Do you know how much work it is to plan revenge on a Wizard? I was up all night and I still don't have all the kinks worked out. At least he doesn't come home until tonight so I can step up my "Muggle" game.
I have this plan very precisely laid out. I'm sure it will work out. I'm pretty sure it will. Well... it might work. Besides the flaws in the plan I know it will do something. Hopefully make him sorry for letting that giant oaf put ears and a tail on me. This is why he must pay. Very humiliating that night was, and since then I have sworn to take him down, but with him being a Wizard and all, its even harder then spray painting the neighbor's lawn.
For some ungodly reason the day passed by achingly slow. School dragged on endlessly. When it finally did end I was about ready to burst. I rushed home, flew into my bedroom, and locked the door behind me. I couldn't let my mother find out about my plans because she would throw a fit. I scribbled down notes and ran through the entire thing in my head about a million times. I think I'm finally ready to put my plan into action. He is going to pay.
First I went downstairs and told mother that she should go to the salon so she wouldn't have to be here when Harry the Horrible gets back. She refused at first, saying she had to be he to make sure he didn't break or steal anything, but I eventually persuaded her to go, insisting that I could keep him in line.
When she finally left I started making the necessary preparations for my plan. I sputtered around tying things up and positioning things properly. I was completely finished at about 6:50 pm, about ten minutes before Harry was expected to arrive.
I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. My nerves were shot. I waited a couple minutes then went into the hallway to observe Harry's humiliation. Every thing was ready, the trap was set, the camera was in my hands.
Suddenly I heard the door knob jiggle. The door was shoved open. It was surprising how fast everything moved considering the slow pace of the day. It was over before it began.
You see, the plan was simple. I had set a contraption up at the door. A lever that the door opening would set off. Once the door was opened a huge mallet would swing down and hit the door-opener in the shoulder and knock them into a bean bag chair covered in my mother's make-up. I would take a picture of Harry and send it to all his little Wizard friends. It would be humiliating. Almost as humiliating as having a pig's ears and tail for a month.
That was how it was supposed to work. But you see, I forgot that Harry was shorter then everyone else in the freaking world, so instead of hitting him in the shoulder it knocked him in the temple and sent him flying into Mother's china cabinet. For awhile I just stood there, expecting him to start screaming at me. I was prepared for that. What I wasn't prepared for was him not getting up.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to die. In the end I got all that I wanted, Harry was out of my life. No longer could he humiliate me or annoy me or just be better than me at everything. Hadn't I always secretly wanted him dead anyway? As there I stood there, I finally understood the meaning of the word "Bittersweet"
So what do you think of our first story? Love it? Hate it? Rate it! And you know, if we get enough positive reviews we might make it a full-fledged story instead of a one-shot. Flames excepted.
~Z&C