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AN: As usual . I am ever - so bored! I've decided that I'm sick of Draco . so I is going to kill him off . and he is dieing for good this time . and near the start I intend on changing it back to the other way of writing . instead of the script type thing . so then I can describe stuff better!
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*Disclaimer* I own the following things: *blank*. Need I say more? But here is a list of things that I *don't* own . Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Fluffy, Crabb, Goyle, Snape, Oliva, Fred, George, Ginny, Percy, Any other Wesley's, The Dementors, Katie, Angelina, Lavender, The Slytherin Quiddich Team, Rudi, Beccy, John, Brett, The House Flags, The 2 Gay Lions, The Teletubbies, The Power Puff Girls, The Daisy, Meat Pies, Captain Planet, The Pig - Guy From Captain Planet, 3 Billy Goats, Nikky Webster, The Man On The Moon, The Tomato, or this little orange thing on a stick . **holds up an orange thing on a stick**
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WHY CANT SNAPE JUST BAKE THE CAKE?!?
CH.13: The Horror!!!
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~In The Last Chapter~
Ginny: *looks at him strangely* are you ok? *Holds hand to his forehead* just as I thought. 10879356489721563! You're burning up! I'd better get a nurse! **Runs away to get a nurse*
~In Voldemort's Lair~
Harry: **whispering** Now then Ronald, quietly, we don't want to risk getting caught!
Ron: **Eating some Jubes**
They start walking down a dark hall with cobwebs dangling from the ceiling and walls. The hall stretches a great distance in front of them and on the sides are countless numbers of doors. They walk on for about 10 minutes, glancing into the opened doors, hoping that nobody was in there (nobody ever was), and creeping past the closed doors (if anyone was in there, they wouldn't be able to see them but the person/s in the room could be able to see our hero's). They finally came to the door at the end of the hall. It was a large, oak door that had been painted an earthy red. Its hinges and handle were rusted and looked as if they were about to break off. Harry pushed his ear against the door. The first thing he noticed was that it was cold, so cold that it stung. The second thing was that, on the other side of the door, it sounded like small children's playing . that was until he heard the unmistakable laugh of, none other than, Voldemort. Harry knew that laugh anywhere, he heard it whenever he closed his eyes, it filled his dreams, and it ruined his life. Harry didn't know what to do next. It was at that point that he realized that he had his eyes closed, tightly. He slowly opened them and looked up, Ron had his ear pressed against the cold door, looking at Harry and seeing the expression on his face, whispered "Harry, don't do something you'll regret ."
"Ron, as closer friend as you are, can't even start to understand what I'm going through. So you have no right to tell that what I'm thinking of doing I'll regret. Because I know I wont regret it." Harry said as he pulled out his wand.
"OK Harry, whatever you choose to do, I'll respect it . just be careful." Ron hissed into Harry's ear as he pushed the door ajar.
Inside was one of the most horrific things that ever existed. I mean . it's beyond the human imagination to come up with it . so it has to be real . not just some old wives tale to scare little children.
It was .
~In The Hospital~
Ginny knelt against the hospital bed that Draco, the love of her life, lye. His silver eyes were loosely closed and his head was limp and lifeless. Ginny clasped onto his hand and didn't let go for close to half an hour when he woke.
"Ginny." Draco said weekly, "I don't want you to see me like this."
"Oh! But Draco! I can't just leave without knowing you're all right . you jump, I jump. Remember?" Ginny said before melting in his cold gaze. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, bedridden, the life in his eyes had gone and been replaced by dark bags from lack of sleep, and he had a machine breathing for him. She thought it was too painful for him to go through all this, she tried pulling the plug on the machine . but when it came down to it, she loved him too much to lose him, even if he never walked again. She was all he had, his parents hadn't even written a letter yet, or visited, or made any attempt to find out what's happened to their son.
"Draco?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Hmm?" Draco grunted.
"Why haven't your parents come yet? Do you know?"
"They're dead. They've been dead for a while now . only Dumbledore knows."
"Oh no! What happened?"
"My mother smokes a lot. It was at Christmas last year. It was snowing heavily outside and we were all opening our presents. I was complaining because I didn't get the new G.I. Joe. So my mother took the car and said that she was going to get some more smokes, but I just *knew* that she was going to get the G.I. Joe! But they say that it was the largest snow storm of the century . and the roads were slippery ." Draco said, but he was all choked up and couldn't finish.
"She got into a car accident?" Ginny asked sympathetically.
"No ." Draco said plainly, no longer choked up, "she died of cancer."
"Oh ." Ginny said, looking around the bare room, trying not to laugh.
At that point a very old man walked into the room, saw the two young kids and decided that they would be perfect victims. The man walked over to them, sat on the seat and started talking, "Did you kids know that I was the first person to buy a radio ever? Well . back then they didn't play much, no music like you kids have these days, it was just the president reciting the alphabet over and over again: 'A' he'd say, then 'B', 'C' would *usually* follow ."
Ginny smiled and nodded politely, but Draco, who wasn't prepared to take any crap on his deathbed, just gave the guy a dirty and yelled "LOOK, WE DON'T REALLY CARE!"
"Well . that's no way to speak to your elders!" the man said as he walked out. Ginny looked at Draco thankfully and climbed into bed with Draco and snuggled up to him.
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*~TO BE CONTINUED~*
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~In The Next Chapter~ Draco dies!!!
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AN: remember . any ideas at all will be welcomed with opened arms and mouth and used with purpose.
REVIEW: You know it will haunt you if you don't!!!
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~ I'm Going To Live Forever, Or Die Trying!!!
~The Golden Goose
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AN: As usual . I am ever - so bored! I've decided that I'm sick of Draco . so I is going to kill him off . and he is dieing for good this time . and near the start I intend on changing it back to the other way of writing . instead of the script type thing . so then I can describe stuff better!
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*Disclaimer* I own the following things: *blank*. Need I say more? But here is a list of things that I *don't* own . Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Fluffy, Crabb, Goyle, Snape, Oliva, Fred, George, Ginny, Percy, Any other Wesley's, The Dementors, Katie, Angelina, Lavender, The Slytherin Quiddich Team, Rudi, Beccy, John, Brett, The House Flags, The 2 Gay Lions, The Teletubbies, The Power Puff Girls, The Daisy, Meat Pies, Captain Planet, The Pig - Guy From Captain Planet, 3 Billy Goats, Nikky Webster, The Man On The Moon, The Tomato, or this little orange thing on a stick . **holds up an orange thing on a stick**
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WHY CANT SNAPE JUST BAKE THE CAKE?!?
CH.13: The Horror!!!
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~In The Last Chapter~
Ginny: *looks at him strangely* are you ok? *Holds hand to his forehead* just as I thought. 10879356489721563! You're burning up! I'd better get a nurse! **Runs away to get a nurse*
~In Voldemort's Lair~
Harry: **whispering** Now then Ronald, quietly, we don't want to risk getting caught!
Ron: **Eating some Jubes**
They start walking down a dark hall with cobwebs dangling from the ceiling and walls. The hall stretches a great distance in front of them and on the sides are countless numbers of doors. They walk on for about 10 minutes, glancing into the opened doors, hoping that nobody was in there (nobody ever was), and creeping past the closed doors (if anyone was in there, they wouldn't be able to see them but the person/s in the room could be able to see our hero's). They finally came to the door at the end of the hall. It was a large, oak door that had been painted an earthy red. Its hinges and handle were rusted and looked as if they were about to break off. Harry pushed his ear against the door. The first thing he noticed was that it was cold, so cold that it stung. The second thing was that, on the other side of the door, it sounded like small children's playing . that was until he heard the unmistakable laugh of, none other than, Voldemort. Harry knew that laugh anywhere, he heard it whenever he closed his eyes, it filled his dreams, and it ruined his life. Harry didn't know what to do next. It was at that point that he realized that he had his eyes closed, tightly. He slowly opened them and looked up, Ron had his ear pressed against the cold door, looking at Harry and seeing the expression on his face, whispered "Harry, don't do something you'll regret ."
"Ron, as closer friend as you are, can't even start to understand what I'm going through. So you have no right to tell that what I'm thinking of doing I'll regret. Because I know I wont regret it." Harry said as he pulled out his wand.
"OK Harry, whatever you choose to do, I'll respect it . just be careful." Ron hissed into Harry's ear as he pushed the door ajar.
Inside was one of the most horrific things that ever existed. I mean . it's beyond the human imagination to come up with it . so it has to be real . not just some old wives tale to scare little children.
It was .
~In The Hospital~
Ginny knelt against the hospital bed that Draco, the love of her life, lye. His silver eyes were loosely closed and his head was limp and lifeless. Ginny clasped onto his hand and didn't let go for close to half an hour when he woke.
"Ginny." Draco said weekly, "I don't want you to see me like this."
"Oh! But Draco! I can't just leave without knowing you're all right . you jump, I jump. Remember?" Ginny said before melting in his cold gaze. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, bedridden, the life in his eyes had gone and been replaced by dark bags from lack of sleep, and he had a machine breathing for him. She thought it was too painful for him to go through all this, she tried pulling the plug on the machine . but when it came down to it, she loved him too much to lose him, even if he never walked again. She was all he had, his parents hadn't even written a letter yet, or visited, or made any attempt to find out what's happened to their son.
"Draco?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Hmm?" Draco grunted.
"Why haven't your parents come yet? Do you know?"
"They're dead. They've been dead for a while now . only Dumbledore knows."
"Oh no! What happened?"
"My mother smokes a lot. It was at Christmas last year. It was snowing heavily outside and we were all opening our presents. I was complaining because I didn't get the new G.I. Joe. So my mother took the car and said that she was going to get some more smokes, but I just *knew* that she was going to get the G.I. Joe! But they say that it was the largest snow storm of the century . and the roads were slippery ." Draco said, but he was all choked up and couldn't finish.
"She got into a car accident?" Ginny asked sympathetically.
"No ." Draco said plainly, no longer choked up, "she died of cancer."
"Oh ." Ginny said, looking around the bare room, trying not to laugh.
At that point a very old man walked into the room, saw the two young kids and decided that they would be perfect victims. The man walked over to them, sat on the seat and started talking, "Did you kids know that I was the first person to buy a radio ever? Well . back then they didn't play much, no music like you kids have these days, it was just the president reciting the alphabet over and over again: 'A' he'd say, then 'B', 'C' would *usually* follow ."
Ginny smiled and nodded politely, but Draco, who wasn't prepared to take any crap on his deathbed, just gave the guy a dirty and yelled "LOOK, WE DON'T REALLY CARE!"
"Well . that's no way to speak to your elders!" the man said as he walked out. Ginny looked at Draco thankfully and climbed into bed with Draco and snuggled up to him.
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*~TO BE CONTINUED~*
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~In The Next Chapter~ Draco dies!!!
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AN: remember . any ideas at all will be welcomed with opened arms and mouth and used with purpose.
REVIEW: You know it will haunt you if you don't!!!
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~ I'm Going To Live Forever, Or Die Trying!!!
~The Golden Goose
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