From the hands of a Harry Potter Hater.
Not mine of course! My brother's! But it was so funny; I had to put it up. This is exactly the way he typed it, so don't blame me for misspellings and stuff!
This is the way he thinks the books should end.
Disclaimer: Trogdor is Strongbad's. Heck! The only names he spelled right were Harry and Draco! But, nothing belongs to me or him. It belongs to the goddess, J.K. Rowling.
Finally, Draco paused, and laughed an evil laugh. The room stayed silent as he used a second breath; however, his butt couldn't take the pressure. He let out a short, loud, s4inky one and everyone else held their breath ( Its one of those magical farts that last forever. Meanwhile, Harry the snitch was looking for incriminating evidence onDraco. Out side of the shack, Harry found a discarded cigarette! (what he didn't realize was that Dumbledork forgot his nicotine patches this week. He burst into the room like a Cheeta on a scent. Instantly, the blinding scent of the magical fart sent him reeling, and heaccidentally dropped the cigarette on Hermagroin's sniffing supplies. "Nooooo!" she said, "Groinus Punchus!" Harry fell to the ground in agony. Finally the spark started, and with the magical fart still loomin in the air, the room ignited.
EPILOGUE
Fifteen minutes later, Voldemorte appeared with Trogdor the dragon. He was quite dissapointed by the result. It wasn't very fun to stomp on Harry's remains. Voldemorte turned to go home and sip some hot cocoa when Trogdor got a ittle hungry.
Not mine of course! My brother's! But it was so funny; I had to put it up. This is exactly the way he typed it, so don't blame me for misspellings and stuff!
This is the way he thinks the books should end.
Disclaimer: Trogdor is Strongbad's. Heck! The only names he spelled right were Harry and Draco! But, nothing belongs to me or him. It belongs to the goddess, J.K. Rowling.
Finally, Draco paused, and laughed an evil laugh. The room stayed silent as he used a second breath; however, his butt couldn't take the pressure. He let out a short, loud, s4inky one and everyone else held their breath ( Its one of those magical farts that last forever. Meanwhile, Harry the snitch was looking for incriminating evidence onDraco. Out side of the shack, Harry found a discarded cigarette! (what he didn't realize was that Dumbledork forgot his nicotine patches this week. He burst into the room like a Cheeta on a scent. Instantly, the blinding scent of the magical fart sent him reeling, and heaccidentally dropped the cigarette on Hermagroin's sniffing supplies. "Nooooo!" she said, "Groinus Punchus!" Harry fell to the ground in agony. Finally the spark started, and with the magical fart still loomin in the air, the room ignited.
EPILOGUE
Fifteen minutes later, Voldemorte appeared with Trogdor the dragon. He was quite dissapointed by the result. It wasn't very fun to stomp on Harry's remains. Voldemorte turned to go home and sip some hot cocoa when Trogdor got a ittle hungry.