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HARRY POTTER and the REST of the SENTENCE

Book II in the Botnik Saga

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CHAPTER FOUR:

"Ron Weasley's Magical Annoyance"

Lord Voldemort stood between the trees, folded as a joke. He could feel Ron's sobbing soul, as the pupil indignantly passed on. He called to his Death Eaters. The truth was that Ron was going to die watching his servants watering Voldemort's magical herbs, and the thought of it made him laugh.

"Here we are," said the cold voice of Draco the Death Eater. "This graveyard was prepared for some kind of horrified delight. I hope that it will be safe."

Just as Snape unrolled himself from the carpetbag, however, Hermione interrupted the Death Eaters, who looked immensely relieved. She had decided to get a good look at Ron with his killers.

"Don't mind me," said Hermione.

They didn't mind. Harry, on the other hand, thought that it was a lime floor of the telephone, and he explained what it felt like to the others.

Ron muttered about his father's tank while the librarian of the Castle splattered Roberta's blood on his bedside. Harry grew steadily more bored until he couldn't stand it anymore, and he seized his hand, shouting OGDEN.

Ron muttered under his breath about the tank again, but it was too late — his robes snarled and then turned into steam, obliterating the boy's flailing limbs for good. There was no point in time to dwell on the pretense of helping Ron. Harry stared at the back of his hand for no reason.

The Death Eaters stared at him for what seemed like hours.

The hours stared at the Death Eaters for what felt like a deep attraction.

Hermione drained their blood from their bags of magic for what seemed like an escalator.

Finally, the very sick wizards backed away, looking terrified.

Harry asked Hermione five questions he had been thinking about, and she swung forward, but said nothing.

Smartly, Harry turned back into a chair and said nothing to the bushy hair on her face.

But there was more beautiful things in this piece, too. Draco Malfoy was not one of them, but he was still trying to keep talking. He coughed a few stray doxies, and then he breathed:

"OGDEN, RISE there for ME!"

Harry sniffed Tonks and laughed at Malfoy's magical mischief, pointing his feet at him with similar despair. Draco's leg mysteriously became obscured by order of the great Harry Potter. Ogden raised his knife and fork and pulled every tiny spiders out from underneath Ron's chest, but he did nothing to help Malfoy, or Harry.

"But… you are supposed to look like a hunchback of green nylon!" said he, "you sure don't smile at Harry!"

Harry felt a horrible incident coming closer and closer. He whispered: OGDEN.

Instantly, Ron came back to Earth and pulled every other survivors out of the way. Ogden collapsed into the Goblin's grinning face, Hermione seemed to shrink into a kind of soft little black horse, and as for Draco Malfoy, his pale blue finger hunched itself at once and he flung himself out of the nearest greenhouse window.

Harry looked down at the jumble of magic and its horny slithering presence. He sighed. The truth was that the murder of Harry's many people meant nothing. But payment would have to be seen being paid, with much pain.