A/N: The long awaited 3rd part. Okay…it was not long awaited, but I've always wanted to say that…on to the Nimbus 2000…after it's been knocked into the tree.
I once was a beautiful broom. Beautiful! I was shiny, and Harry always made sure that my twigs were straight.
Now look at me! I don't even know where half my twigs are! How could he? It was just some silly dementors! It was okay for him to fall…I know that that happens! But honestly, couldn't he have pointed me AWAY from the freaking Whomping Willow?
Or held on to me? It wouldn't have taken much strength to hold on. Even if he was be tortured by hearing his parents.
It's mostly his fault, and there he is, crying about it! What bloody good will that do?
Just shows him he should think more about what could happen when Dementors are around…I bet he takes better care of his next broom.
I'll just head off to Broom Heaven…where I'll be appreciated…
A/N: I know that didn't make much sense. I also know it is incredibly short. The next one will be longer, and about the Sorting Hat quitting…g