The Boy Who Wouldn't Die

by Belamancer

Sick of Harry Potter and his apparent immortality? Annoyed by the ever continuous stream of fanfics singing his praise? If so, then this fic might just be for you. On hold.

4. Short

Okay, here we go. Next chapter in the series.

Beware, for evilness lurks within.

And without too ha ha.

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Harry cautiously emerged from the public loos where he'd arrived and looked around.

Okay, a small mountain village.

Okay, it looks kind of American.

Looks safe.

Harry shrugged and wandered up what appeared to be the main street.

Suddenly a bunch of rowdy schoolkids ran up to him.

"Hey, you m**********r, hold this." The short fat one passed him a bright orange anorak.

He looked at it. "What the hell?" The kids were sniggering like he was holding something dangerous.

Whta was so special about a big, orange anorak?

"Well, go on. Put it on!"

"Oh, um, okay then."

It was all over very quickly. All that was left were a pair of bloodspecked black rimmed glasses.

And, naturally, a pair of boots.

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[Muhwahhahaha!]