I think the world of Harry Potter should maybe branch out to appeal to the
more blood thirsty of us.
Harry Potter 5: This time its personal
Ron had seen hatred before. Ron had felt it; he had felt it every time Draco Malfoy showed his face around school. This was different however. Perhaps it was just too many violent movies, but Harry was sick of winning in Quidditch, or getting the most points in a year.
Ron saw that Harry could taste the blood of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and the gun in his hand told him the same.
'This one', started Harry 'this one is for me'.
The quite extraordinary owl bombing of hogwarts had left much of the school ruined, and the only survivors were going to fight to the death for supremacy.
Ron had often seen Muggle War fair with his father's work, but the sound of a sub-machine gun being loaded made him feel powerful. He and Harry were the only survivors of the Sytherin Masacre, and they were going to make them pay.
'No survivors', Harry uttered as he made a bolt for the Slytherin Common room.
The door flew open, and he fired his first clip of ammo into the nearest object, which happened to be a lamp, but never the less, someone would get a nasty splinter. Harry pulled out the Desert Eagle and held it to the head of a terrified Goyle.
'This one is for Dumbeldore'. BANG. Crabbe was next. BANG 'that was for Hermione'.
His eyes fell onto the wide eyes of Malfoy.
'Start running'. Malfoy did start running, and thought it was a fantastic success until Harry Potter Skull fucked him.
WUH
Harry was not skull fucking Draco Malfoy after all. It was a dream.
Instead, he was making love to Jennifer Lopez, and he skull fucked her instead.
Harry was not a well puppy.
The end.
*The story was written from pure boredom, and all who take it seriously will be the subject of total ridicule.
Harry Potter 5: This time its personal
Ron had seen hatred before. Ron had felt it; he had felt it every time Draco Malfoy showed his face around school. This was different however. Perhaps it was just too many violent movies, but Harry was sick of winning in Quidditch, or getting the most points in a year.
Ron saw that Harry could taste the blood of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and the gun in his hand told him the same.
'This one', started Harry 'this one is for me'.
The quite extraordinary owl bombing of hogwarts had left much of the school ruined, and the only survivors were going to fight to the death for supremacy.
Ron had often seen Muggle War fair with his father's work, but the sound of a sub-machine gun being loaded made him feel powerful. He and Harry were the only survivors of the Sytherin Masacre, and they were going to make them pay.
'No survivors', Harry uttered as he made a bolt for the Slytherin Common room.
The door flew open, and he fired his first clip of ammo into the nearest object, which happened to be a lamp, but never the less, someone would get a nasty splinter. Harry pulled out the Desert Eagle and held it to the head of a terrified Goyle.
'This one is for Dumbeldore'. BANG. Crabbe was next. BANG 'that was for Hermione'.
His eyes fell onto the wide eyes of Malfoy.
'Start running'. Malfoy did start running, and thought it was a fantastic success until Harry Potter Skull fucked him.
WUH
Harry was not skull fucking Draco Malfoy after all. It was a dream.
Instead, he was making love to Jennifer Lopez, and he skull fucked her instead.
Harry was not a well puppy.
The end.
*The story was written from pure boredom, and all who take it seriously will be the subject of total ridicule.
