Prologue
Harry was glad he could finally die dumbledore could go fuck a goat. He was sixteen this year when he had found out that Snape was the half-blood prince. He had collected the stone, wand, and cloak accidentally when Dumbles saw that he decided he had to die sooner than planned. He was happy he would not have to worry about any more lies or abuse from the Dursleys. He could laugh because of the reason he died Dumbles wanted to become the master of death and since Harry collected the legendary objects he was mad. 'Well this is the end for me,' was Harry's last thought.
Hey, I started a new story because I kept thinking about doing it.
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