CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
THE END
The Niggorys blamed Harry for what he did.
Mrs. Diggory said, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione visited the maricón Hagrid.
"What's comin' will come," Hagrid said.
"No shit," Harry said.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for the Cedric's Dead Feast.
"The end," said Dumbledore, "of an era."
"Cedric!" Dumbledore continued. "Ced-ric! Jesus died for our Ced-ric! Jesus cried, runaway bride. Julia Roberts! Julia Rob-hurts! Ced-ric! Mmm, Cedric. You're dead! You are dead! Ba boo beep, ba ba boo ba. You're dead! That's for Cedric, who's dead."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the entrance hall.
Fleur kissed Harry on the cheek.
Hermione scowled.
Fleur turned to go.
Harry's cock lifted slightly as he stared at Fleur's ass.
Krum shook Harry's hand. Ron burst out, "Can you sign my penis?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hogged a train compartment.
"Rita Skeeter can turn into a beetle," said Hermione.
"You're fucking kidding," said Ron.
"I caught the lying bitch," said Hermione.
Harry remembered something.
"Hagrid's porking Madame Maxime!"
"Viktor pulled a beetle out after we'd had sex," said Hermione.
"When we saw Malfoy's hand under that tree.…" said Ron.
"She was talking cock," said Hermione.
Hermione pulled a glass jar out of her bag.
"I'm torturing her," said Hermione.
Malfoy strolled into the compartment.
"You've picked the gay side, Potter! I told you not to hang around with trash like this! Diggory was a fag —"
The compartment door slid open. Blinded by the blaze of shanks from every direction, Harry looked down at the floor.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were lying unconscious in a pool of blood. He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, having used their wands as shivs.
Fred and George teabagged Goyle and Malfoy.
The Hogwarts Express pulled in at King's Cross.
Harry thrust his Biwizard winnings into George's hands.
"Do it! Just do it! Don't let your dreams be dreams. Yesterday, you said tomorrow, so just do it! Make your dreams come true! Just do it! Some people dream success while you're gonna wake up and work hard at it! Nothing is impossible! You should get to the point where anyone else would quit and you're not gonna stop there! No, what are you waiting for? Do it! Just, do it! Yes, you can! Just do it! If you're tired of starting over, stop giving up."
Harry flexed.
He stepped over Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were still lying on the floor, covered in stab wounds.
"Late," said Ron, punching him in the dick.
Harry and Hermione kissed good-bye.
As that joto Hagrid had said, what would come, would come … and that was the stupidest shit he had ever heard.