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The Boy Who Died

"You'll never get away with this Bellatrix!" said Harry, struggling against his bonds. "You're forgetting that I'm The Boy Who Lived!"

"Not today you're not Potter!" Bellatrix grinned evilly, fingering her torture implement.

Harry was rather pissed off, namely at himself. He had decided to go to the Ministry of Magic to save Hermione, who had been attacked by a large book. Ron couldn't come because he was playing in a chess tournament. But, naturally, when Harry got there, it had all been an elaborate hoax using mirrors. This was why Harry was so pissed off; every year Voldemort used mirrors, and every year Harry fell for them. Well, now he was trussed up on a table that was made out of stone, which happened to be circular (but that's another story which is probably better than this one because it involves lions). Bellatrix Lestrange was standing near him, holding a very menacing looking..feather. But this was no ordinary feather, oh no! This feather had been the downfall of Caesar himself. One stroke of the feather and the victim would be rendered completely helpless.

Bellatrix slowly approached Harry, twirling the feather. She actually looked like a character that could feature in a lot of B-Movies, like 'Cat Women from the Moon' for example. As Bellatrix 'B-Movie' Lestrange approached Harry, our hero was feeling rather desperate. Time was running out and no-one had appeared to save him; no phoenixes, no secret order, nothing.

And then it happened, with several swift strokes of the feather Harry had elapsed into helpless laughter.

"Not so cocky now are we Harry?" Bellatrix sneered.

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The following scene has been censored, so let's just say that it involves feathers, treacle and a vibrator. You really don't need to know any more than that.

After about an hour of this awful torture, Harry was wishing that he was dead, which was rather convenient, as he was about to die and all. Bellatrix stepped back to survey her handiwork. She then waved her wand, and Harry closed his eyes, waiting for those fateful words, but 'Avada Kedavra' never came. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw that he was attached to a large harness. To be more exact, the large harness was attached to his... underwear?! Yup, his underwear.

*Oh well* thought Harry *at least they're clean.*

"Harry Potter, you are sentenced to Death By Wedgie!"

Well, they HAD been clean.

To cut a long and painful, not to mention distressing story short, Bellatrix waved her wand again, the harness shot up, taking Harry's underwear with it, and The Boy Who Lived...

Died.

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