Attention, all! I have gotten the following flame "B***! DUMBLEDORE IS AWESOME!" from AnnabethChaserocks. I just want to say that it is a sad, sad world when people can't even spell out the B-word. I don't know if it's just my luck, but I seem to get a lot of grammatical error-filled flames. Now, I will admit that I am more prone to get flames because of my controversial stories among FanFiction. I would like to put out a challenge. Whoever flames me with good grammar, good spelling, and adequate use of swear words (either spelled out correctly, or used the correct number of symbols for the swear word). Will not be made fun of on the profile. In fact, they may even be praised and set out as an example to all flamers. Oh, and don't forget the unique personal insults. Any flames that do not meet the standards of the list on the profile page (How to Properly Flame) will be put into a special section where all the errors are pointed out under the How NOT to Flame section of the profile page. Have fun!
~M
P.S. This offer only applies to THIS story, DUMBledore Deaths
Dumbledore Deaths, Act I Part II
It was January second, two thousand and nine. Dumbledore was in the Great Hall, walking around and checking out the students. Suddenly, he saw the back of the head of Harry. Potter, of course.
"Harry!" he boomed, wrapping the poor boy in a bear hug. "My favorite student!" The boy pried away.
"I'm not Harry! I'm Jerrynifinkle!" the boy said, and turned away.
"The names at this school," Dumbledore muttered. Dumbledore hated his name. If you said it slow, it sounded like dumb tumble door. How stupid was that? The kids at Arts School made fun of him for his name. Or maybe it was his drawings? Oh, well. He had killed all of them long ago. Well, actually, he had hired Peter Petigrew to kill them. In the third book, everyone had thought that it was all about Black. But it was about the people in those houses! Good thing they all moved in next to each other!
Dumbledore walked up to a young-looking girl, and gave her a push for fun.
"Hey!"
"Hey! You stupid-looking thing! Take this, and wingardium leviosa me up the stairs. Now." He said, shoving the wand into the girl's hands.
"But, I'm only a little first year. I don't even know that spell!" she started to cry.
"YOU IDIOT! I KNEW THAT SPELL AFTER THE FIRST COMPUTER GAME!" Dumbledore roared, and shoved the girl to the ground. "JUST TRY!"
"O-okay." The girl stammered, and tried.
"WingarAvadakedavra!"
And DUMBledore died.
"Oops!" said the girl, who, in a puff of red smoke, turned into Bellatrix La Strange and killed every living thing in that school, except for Malfoy and Crookshanks, because they are awesome.