"We will win against you!" Harry yelled and lifted his sword high up in the air. "And now I will use... Super Sick Silver Space Sword Sincere Sugar Strike!" Then he ran towards the reincarnation of Evil but it just used its powers to make him fall backwards.
"Leader!" the minions yelled. Then they tried to attack the reincarnation of Evil with Masculine Mini Minion Maximum Marvelous Metaphor Maker! The attack failed and the reincarnation of Evil killed them both before eliminating Harry too.
Draco felt weird inside, like something was lost. Like the last hope of ever getting out of the Golden Game of Grotesque just was lost. He shook his head and instead tried to run after Future Bella. But he couldn't see her anywhere. He fell down on his knees and cried like an emo boy.
"Do not fear", a voice said. Draco shuddered because he had already heard loads of voices in his head and couldn't accept another one. "I am your father."
Draco gasped.
"I mean, I am your grandfather."
Draco relaxed a little bit. Then his grandfather patted him on the shoulder. Draco didn't look at him. He didn't need to. "Draco... do not fear the future or you will not be able to save your beloved one. But your fears have been confirmed Draco, the Master of T-rated Fan Fictions died in a heroic battle against the reincarnation of Evil."
"The Master of T-rated Fan Fictions?" Draco asked.
"Yes, your friend Harry was the Master of T-rated Fan Fictions", his grandfather said. Draco didn't point out that Harry wasn't his friend, the shock struck him too much. "But ten Masters remain. And you are one of them, Draco Malfoy."
Draco's eyes widened. Then they widened even more. Then they became large as lemons. Then they became large as melons. Then they became so large that they could barely fit in his face. "And what does this mean, grandfather?"
"It means that you are the Master of the Random Russian Dudes."