TITLE: The Beauty Of Death
AUTHOR: shokletrain (ELIZABETH)
Raiting: M
Genre: Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
CHAPTER 1
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everybody. My name is Elizabeth. I'm sixteen years old. I love Harry Potter nut I love Draco Malfoy more. So yeah. This fanfic is THE BEST FANFIC ever. I promise. Please review.
No one's POV (POINT OF VIEW)
Harry ate rotten seahorse last night. He farted. Hermoine died. Harry farted again. Ron died. Harry farted again for the third time. Guess what? Draco died.
Harry went outside to the Gryffindor common room and when he saw all the dead people, he cried. Especially when he saw his best friend Draco. Draco was lying on the floor. He was not breathing because he was dead. His heart was not beating because he was dead. His blood was not flowing because he was dead. It was very horrible and Harry cried a lot.
Harry went to the Quidditch Field. Harry farted. Snape died. Harry laughed when Snape died. He saw Voldemort then he farted in his face. Voldemort died. (Voldemort doesn't have a nose but he has nostrills.)
Harry was happy. He had fulfillen the prophecy. He had lived up to the prophecy. He was so happy that he farted again, and everyone in the world died, leaving Harry the only human
"Wow. This is the beauty of death." Harry whispered to himself. He was so happy everyone died.
THE END.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's awesome, ain't it? Please review. No flames please. I do appreciate constructive criticism, though. Tell me your honest opinion, but do it nicely. Again, I am Elizabeth, the best fanfic maker in the whole wide world.
P.S.: Draco is MINE. So is Harry. So is Snape. So is Ron. So is Voldemort... Not literally, though. They're literally JK Rowling's.
~ Private Message me for more fanfics. I will write anything you want me to.
