Quirrell was having problems. Not just any problems. Woman problems. With a hand on his stomach, he walked over to Dumbledore and smacked him.

"You bastard!! I'm f***ing pregnant!! What did you do to me??!!!!!!"

"Made you a woman, of course."

Just then....a shadow fell across the floor. It was shaped like someone on a duck. It was Darkchild and Sir Quacksalot!!!!

Darkchild: *pulls out a uzi* DIE YOU HARRY POTTER FREAKS!!!!!

Sir Quacksalot:Quack!

Darkchild: Shut up Sir Quacksalot! Now, come along before I eat your wing. KILL THEM!!!!

*blows off Dumbledore's and Quirrell's heads*

Mugetsu comes out of nowhere.

Mugetsu: Uh.....you just ruined my story....

Darkchild: No need to thank me. Let's get ice cream! *bites off arm*

//Ok....that was a stupid ending......but I needed any excuse for me to stop writing//