Hi!
So obviously this is not an update... Sorry..?
Anyway, here's the thing (s) :
1. I just realized that I don't really have reason for Luna messing things up. I mean according to her,
everything turns out pretty okay in the end so why bother?
So I figured that maybe it was sort of an, "while I'm here I might as well" sort of thing. But that's a pretty lame excuse.
2. ...shit... what was 2...? umm... uh... I hate when this happens... I swear there was a 2... or..? ...whatever.
3. How the *BEEEP* am I supposed to wrap up this story without pulling an "ACCIO HORCRUX!" or a random magically binding contract?
(It's a rethorical question. If you have an answer than feel free to plagurize my fic and write your own ending.)
I swear I wont mind unless you get like famous or something. If you do get famous then I totally mind.
In fact, If you get famous I will totally TAKE YOU DOWN BITCH.
Sorry... I'm tired?
4. Like, seriously, this is like, totally O.M.G but I like, realized that I like
TOTALLY write like a bubblegum-popping pigtail wearing weirdo. And I'm not sure if I'm like totally okay with that. Oh Em GEEE..?
So because of these 4 (..3?) points, I've decided not to write the ending to this story. But then I did anyway. Funny how that happens sometimes.
Anyway, here is my brilliantly thought through ending:
Dear Ron,
Thanks for daring Ginny to snog me. It was really decent of you mate.
Anyway, we're both living happily ever after after
having ridden into the sunset on a white thestral.
Because yeah, white thestrals excist. I clearly did NOT spend an hour painting the damn thing just because Ginny
thought it would make the whole thing so much more romantic. Really, I didn't.
I defeated Voldemort. I know you were there and saw the whole thing, but y'know I'm just going to
throw that out there incase someone reads this who totally missed the whole epic final battle scene.
So, anyway, Voldemort was like "HI" and I was like "POOF" and he was like *dead*.
Luna just frolicked around stabbing horcruxes. She's badass like that. Then she married her invisible friend. His name is Mark.
Hope you and Hermione aren't being to gross.
Love and glitter,
Harry P.
-ovo-
Fate walked back to his pride and joy; The Chutes and Ladders game. He was brimming with anticipation, thinking that he had finally succeeded in ruffling Harry Potters feathers beyond repair.
But he was deeply disappointed.
Harry Potter was happier than ever and everything was once again as it should be. Pandemonium was nowhere to be found. "Damn him." Fate muttered while glaring at the game.
Fate turned and stalked off, pouting like a child. He rummaged through a few cupboards and pulled forth a dusty box, opening it and carefully pulling out the things within. Then he snapped his fingers and called forth yet another Harry Potter reality. Fate had quite a few; he was after all, grudgingly intrigued by the boy.
"Come Potter, let's play Hang Man."
The END!
Clearly, I have problems.
I hope you liked this clusterfuck as much as I thoroughly enjoyed writing it.
Reviews are like double rainbows and unicorns and candy and pizza and the little fuzzy lint in your navel. (GASP EW)
!ydobyreve ouy knahT
