The Lagacy

"The threads upon the loom of life

have foreordained your coming here,

so weep not manikin of mankind

dry your worthless puppet-tears."

Part 2: Decisions, decisions…

Harry spent the next few hours sitting on his bed. He thought and thought and thought. Should I do this? Why should I do this? Ron walk in and sat next to him.

"Why should I bother?" Asked Harry. "Why should it be me anyway?"

"This is why…" said Ron and landed a big wet one on Harrys face. Harry got pissed off so he killed him. Everyone cheered! No one liked Ron anyway. He was annoying and he always complained about stuff stupid like hamster welfare. He was just crap. Then Harry remembered that Ron saved his life once and he started to feel bad. He poked Rons carcass with his wand. He was dead all right. But then he said, "oh well" and didn't care any more.

He decided to uphold the legacy and jumped off his bed and ran out into the school corridors. He bumped into Hermione. "Harry! Where are thee heading towards?" she prosided. "Dost thee not know that ye homework is due in five ticks of the clock?" Harry looked at her. He looked at her some more. Actually, he spent the next five minutes looking at her. The he started to speak. "Hermiane, look…" he said. The he thought "whatever" and killed her with his wand. Everyone cheered. No one liked Hermione anyway. She was annoying and always talked about homework and stuff. Then, again, Harry recalled that Hermione had saved his life in more than one occasion. "On to Dumbledoors office!" he yelled.

Rumour started to spread. "Have you heard?" said Token Student A to Token Student B. "Harry killed Hermione with his wand!"

"What? How did he get away? You can't just cast an unforgivable in Hogwarts and run!" derved Token Student B.

"No… That's not how it happened." Said Token Student A. "Apparently, Harry grabed his wand and stabbed Hermione in her temple with it. When the teacher arrived they couldn't do anything about it because there was no magic involved. So Harry got away with it."

"I didn't know you could kill someone WITHOUT the use of magic." Responded Token Student B. To which Token Student A said something in the lines of "look mate, don't be a fucking stupid moron pureblood!" So they duelled and they both died from their injuries. They died peacefully – they felt no pain. No one seemed to notice them though.

Harry knocked on Dumblerdors office door. A very bassy voice beckoned him to enter. Then Dumbledjore told him to come in. Then Harry realised that the bassy voice was Dumblepuffs in the first place.

"Hello, I've made my decision!" said Harry. "I'll do it!"

"Good!" Said Dumbledrore. "You have to fill out this form."

He handed Harry a form, which he completed. He didn't answer all the questions because he didn't know what a 'Tafen Number' was. The headmaster told him it didn't matter. "Also I will dictate something you need to write in the bottom of the form!"

"OK" said Harry. "Go."

"I, Albus Dumbledor…"

"I… A..l..b..u..s.. D… " There was a slight pause. "How do you spell your name sir?" Asked Harry.

"It doesn't matter lad! No one knows how to spell it. It's not a real name anyway. Just write whatever your heart desires."

Just then… Snape walked into the office! He squinted at Harry. "I've got my eye on you!" he told him and left the room again. Harry blinked. Then Snape walked in again. "Oh, sorry headmaster." Snape snapesured. "The transport for the 'quest' is ready." Snape kept one eye on Harry while he spoke. Then it started to hurt so he just turned his head towards him instead.

"Quest? What quest?" questioned Harry.

"Your Lagacy Harry. The Lagacy mentioned on the form you just completed." Said the headmaster with a puzzled look of doom!

"Lagacy? I thought this was about enrolling me in the Quiddich national team…" Harry started to wonder what he had gotten himself into.

"You ignorant fool!" said Snape. "This has nothing to do with Quiddisch! It is far, far darker than…" He tried to think of a word to describe quiddich. He managed to come up with one: "…that!"

Harry felt terror to they point where he shed a tear. What had he gotten himself into?

End of Part 2