This is the second part, BE WARNED. The characters will get stupider and more pathetic as the story develops!!!
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"What the f*ck did you say?" cried Aberforth, Albus Dumbledore's brother.
"Well, you see, brother... I ran out of my supply of Tootsie rolls,." said Dumbledore, sweat was pouring down his forehead like rain.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! Out of Tootsie Rolls? What's the point of living without tootsie rolls?"
"Don't worry, Aberforth, I'll go buy a whole package right now." stuttered Dumbledore.
"Make sure you do, brov! Or I'll be exposing your... secret." he threatened as he walked away.
"Shit! I'll have to buy a package... My dad always told me not to trust my brothers..."
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Voldemort knocked on the door of Godric's Hollow.
"What the hell do you want? You filthy little b@$+@rd!" Lily shouted, she was still pissed off about Harry's accident.
"I...I fell really sorry about your son... it was an accident... I, I didn't mean to..." Voldemort choked out, trying not to cry.
"Cut the f*ckin' crap and get to the point!" shouted James, showing no sign of pity.
"How would you like it if I made it up to you by putting a plastic surgery on you two? I notice you've got a zit on your forehead..."
"SHIT? A zit? On my forehead?" cried Lily, jumping around like a lunatic, "Get it removed, QUICK!"
Voldemort sighed in relief. 'Okay, this is my chance to make it up to these people who saved my life... I'll work extra careful this time... I swear, this time, there's no mista-'
"Can you start, you f*cking piece of lard?" shouted Lily.
"Yeah sure!" said Voldemort, "Okay... where's the plastic?"
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A guy called Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were discussing a murder.
"Hey, Peter, I heard that some guys called Lily and James were accidentaly killed today mornin'. Who are James and Lily anyway?" said Sirius.
"How should I know? Wait, weren't they our friends?" said Peter.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hey, what's this?" Sirius pointed to 5 huge gas containers beside him.
"I don't know, wanna blow it up for fun?" asked Peter.
"Good idea."
The street exploded, causing many muggles to die. Sirius and Peter were laughing so hard, that they didn't notice the poice coming.
"Man, didja see that Peter? The explosion... it was so funny!" said Sirius, laughing about something tha wasn't funny at all.
"I know... oh shit! It's the cops!" He turned into a mouse and ran away.
Sirius was laughing too hard to notice the police and the ministry people and he got caught.
One of the dead muggle corpses had his finger detached from his body. Fudge came, picked it up and examined it.
"Hmm... this might be a clue. My mom always told me I might find something that is actually useful."
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Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore was walking grimly back to his study.
"I can't believe the only guy who knew how to make tootsie rolls died in that explosion earlier. What will I do now? My reputation, it's too great to be ruined."
He scanned the newspaper, and found articles about "Lily and James' death by Voldemort" and "Explosion in the street". "Yes! I got it! I'll make up a story about a guy named Voldemort, and make him evil. Then I'll tell everyone that Sirius Black was the Potters' friend and the secret keeper for Voldemort. Then I'll make Black kill Pettigrew, who had nothing left but a finger. Man, if I tell everone this, no one will believe Aberforth if he blabbers my secrets. I'll have a TOO HIGH reputation. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
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Harry wanted revenge.
"That Voldemort made a scar on my forehead, I'll kill him!" he swore, as a one year old boy.
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Voldemort ran away, far to Algeria.
"My life is miserable again... why did I suddenly become a murderer? Ohhh... My mom always used to tell me to learn about plastic surgery before actually doing it... I should jhave listened to her."
There you go... it's finished. I know it sux, but pleeze REVIEW, okay?
and also check out my other fics too, they won't be dissapointing
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"What the f*ck did you say?" cried Aberforth, Albus Dumbledore's brother.
"Well, you see, brother... I ran out of my supply of Tootsie rolls,." said Dumbledore, sweat was pouring down his forehead like rain.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! Out of Tootsie Rolls? What's the point of living without tootsie rolls?"
"Don't worry, Aberforth, I'll go buy a whole package right now." stuttered Dumbledore.
"Make sure you do, brov! Or I'll be exposing your... secret." he threatened as he walked away.
"Shit! I'll have to buy a package... My dad always told me not to trust my brothers..."
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Voldemort knocked on the door of Godric's Hollow.
"What the hell do you want? You filthy little b@$+@rd!" Lily shouted, she was still pissed off about Harry's accident.
"I...I fell really sorry about your son... it was an accident... I, I didn't mean to..." Voldemort choked out, trying not to cry.
"Cut the f*ckin' crap and get to the point!" shouted James, showing no sign of pity.
"How would you like it if I made it up to you by putting a plastic surgery on you two? I notice you've got a zit on your forehead..."
"SHIT? A zit? On my forehead?" cried Lily, jumping around like a lunatic, "Get it removed, QUICK!"
Voldemort sighed in relief. 'Okay, this is my chance to make it up to these people who saved my life... I'll work extra careful this time... I swear, this time, there's no mista-'
"Can you start, you f*cking piece of lard?" shouted Lily.
"Yeah sure!" said Voldemort, "Okay... where's the plastic?"
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A guy called Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were discussing a murder.
"Hey, Peter, I heard that some guys called Lily and James were accidentaly killed today mornin'. Who are James and Lily anyway?" said Sirius.
"How should I know? Wait, weren't they our friends?" said Peter.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hey, what's this?" Sirius pointed to 5 huge gas containers beside him.
"I don't know, wanna blow it up for fun?" asked Peter.
"Good idea."
The street exploded, causing many muggles to die. Sirius and Peter were laughing so hard, that they didn't notice the poice coming.
"Man, didja see that Peter? The explosion... it was so funny!" said Sirius, laughing about something tha wasn't funny at all.
"I know... oh shit! It's the cops!" He turned into a mouse and ran away.
Sirius was laughing too hard to notice the police and the ministry people and he got caught.
One of the dead muggle corpses had his finger detached from his body. Fudge came, picked it up and examined it.
"Hmm... this might be a clue. My mom always told me I might find something that is actually useful."
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Meanwhile, Albus Dumbledore was walking grimly back to his study.
"I can't believe the only guy who knew how to make tootsie rolls died in that explosion earlier. What will I do now? My reputation, it's too great to be ruined."
He scanned the newspaper, and found articles about "Lily and James' death by Voldemort" and "Explosion in the street". "Yes! I got it! I'll make up a story about a guy named Voldemort, and make him evil. Then I'll tell everyone that Sirius Black was the Potters' friend and the secret keeper for Voldemort. Then I'll make Black kill Pettigrew, who had nothing left but a finger. Man, if I tell everone this, no one will believe Aberforth if he blabbers my secrets. I'll have a TOO HIGH reputation. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"
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Harry wanted revenge.
"That Voldemort made a scar on my forehead, I'll kill him!" he swore, as a one year old boy.
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Voldemort ran away, far to Algeria.
"My life is miserable again... why did I suddenly become a murderer? Ohhh... My mom always used to tell me to learn about plastic surgery before actually doing it... I should jhave listened to her."
There you go... it's finished. I know it sux, but pleeze REVIEW, okay?
and also check out my other fics too, they won't be dissapointing
