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~AN/ The end is at hand. All you have to do now is read this last chapter, review of course, and then you can put this whole miserable experience behind you. Sadly, we will actually feel as if we've accomplished something with this story.
Ch. 15 End of this Crappy Story Part 4
Let's call this a new day from where we left off. The next to last day in fact. So, by now, Percy's nerves are completely shot. What he needs is a nice relaxing cup of tea, delivered by Winky. After Dobby's untimely death, Winky decided that life was worth living after all. She gave up her drinking ways, sobered up for her one true love, Harry Quidditch Hero Potter. (Don't ya'll remember way back when the Yule Ball was around and Harry stole her away from Ron?) She and Harry had been "secretly" dating ever since then. So, she happily carried Professor Percy his "cup of cheer" as the elves in the kitchen liked to call it. His hot, bubbling, acid- looking "cup of cheer." Winky, being the brilliant house-elf that she was, thought someone had charmed it with a Super-Pick-You-Up charm.
"Because, if Winky sir, delivers Professor Percy sir's tea, sir, then Harry Potter sir, will love Winky sir, even more, sir. Sir, sir, sir, tea, sir." Most of the few brain cells that Winky did possess were depleted due to all the alcohol she consumed. That sinful drink, butterbeer.
~Meanwhile~
"Hey Percy! Though you could use some company. And what better company than me, Harry-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter. Come on, Percy! It's noon and your still haven't gotten up yet!" Harry yanked the covers from Percy. (Percy is wearing boxers with the Dark Mark on them, a t-shirt that says 'Death Eater' on the front, and on the back a picture of Harry with a line through it.) "Why Percy, what a lovely tribute to me. But I'm afraid your jobless useless mother got some sort of mark on it during the wash perhaps. She must not have known how to wash something without any holes in it. You know I –"and here Winky commits her biggest sin ever; interrupting Harry Potter during his speech.
"Sir, Professor Percy sir, Winky sir, has brought you your tea, sir. Sir, Harry Potter sir, Winky sir is surprised to see you, sir." And Winky began to fluff her ears.
"I – I don't know what to say. Wait. Yes, I do. Who do you think you are to interrupt my speech?! I thought I meant something to you. But you clearly don't know me at all." Harry cried.
"But sir, Harry Potter, sir –"Winky cried.
"No. It's over. If you're going to be going around interrupting Harry-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter then you clearly don't deserve to be in MY good graces!" Harry yelled.
"Very well then sir, Harry Potter sir. But Winky sir, must deliver sir, Professor Percy sir's tea. Sir, sir, sir, broken heart, sir." Winky began to walk toward Percy when Harry turned to glare at her, then he saw the bubbling acid-looking tea. He lunged forward and knocked Winky face first into the tea. Of course, her face melted off, just like Dobby's, leaving her skull.
Draco (of all people) saunters in, pops off Winky's skull, puts it in his pocket, and says, "another souvenir." He calmly walks out as if it's common place for him to visit Percy in Hagrid's Hut.
~Later That Night~
Harry was strolling through the (dun, dun, dun) library looking for books on himself, of course, (don't know why. It's not like he can read.) when he stumbled across Mr. and Mrs. Weasley "snogging" behind a bookshelf.
"Stop! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! This (dun, dun, dun) library is a public place! It's a good thing I, Harry-The Law-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter, was here to stop you before you once again single-handedly set loose your poverty stricken spawn on the world like the plague. And what's more, that's where I "snog" my girls senseless! (What girls)" Harry was by this time in a fine rage.
"But Harry dear, we came because you told us about Percy's engagement. God only knows how any girl could fall in love with Percy with you around. Isn't that right Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley said while pulling a freshly knitted sweater out of her purse for Harry. (In fact, this was the exact same sweater that she had been giving him for the past 5 years, including this past Christmas, so you can imagine that it is far too small, what with his bulging Quidditch muscles and all.)
"Well, that is true. But knock off the public display of affection. No one wants to see two Weasley's getting down and dirty." As Harry says this he "senses" Percy's presence in the (dun, dun, dun) library. Upon seeing Harry and his parents, Percy begins discreetly backing out of the (dun, dun, dun) library. Or perhaps not so discreetly as he tripped over a first year, knocking a book shelf over in the process.
"Percy! You must not have seen me! Though I can't see how. It's hard for people to miss me in all my heroic glory!" (Don't ya'll remember? The guy's like a moving mountain. 7 feet tall and all those wonderful Quidditch muscles. Hey! Has anyone ever wondered if someone like Cho Chang would have buff muscles from Quidditch or if it's only guys? Food for thought.) At this point in time, two extremely large copies of Hogwarts: A History appear over Percy's head. Harry instantly appears at Percy's side, throws him over his shoulder, and takes off across the (dun, dun, dun) library in an attempt to put a lot of space between him and those books. Madame Pince grabs a broom and starts off chasing after Harry, occasionally swatting him. (You see how low we've sunk? We're ripping off all those Tom and Jerry cartoons!) Harry dives behind the Weasley's, who of course take the hit, and Madame Pince merely picks up the copies of Hogwarts: A History, and calmly puts them back on the shelf as though no one has just met an untimely death. As Mrs. Weasley takes her final breath, we hear, "As long as you're safe, Harry dear."
~5 Minutes Later~
Hearing his own mother praising Harry to the death had an odd effect on Percy. He was angry. Angry at the world. In his blind rage, he stormed all over the castle, until a room seemed to be calling to him. That room was a room full of mirrors. After a good 3 minutes of hard breathing, his vision finally cleared, allowing him to see what exactly was in that room full of mirrors. Ron. Dead Ron. Ron who introduced Harry Potter to his family. Percy yanked Ron's corpse up by the collar and gave him a few good shakes.
"You fool! My life is all your fault. Mr. Quidditch Ron Weasley. You always thought you were so much better than me. With your "hero" friend, and mudblood girlfriend, and your ability to get on the Quidditch team despite your obvious lack of talent. You even took my pet rat! I blame you for all of this! But most of all, bringing Potter into our lives! If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you!"
"Percy! Is this where you ran off to? I was so worried. No one was basking in my glory." Harry said.
"Yes, Mrs. Norris my precious, those tricksy wizardses went in there. But we'll get them my precious." Filch said. (Sorry. Lapsed into Lord of the Rings there. But Filch could have been Gollum in a past life.) He slammed the door open and stumbled in with bloodshot eyes. (Filch's only comfort with Mrs. Norris gone is a bottle of Fire Whiskey.)
"Oh, lookee here. Harry (hiccup) Potter. The little shit that killed my cat." Filch slurred.
"I beg your pardon sir, but I, Harry-Would Never Hurt a Fly-The Law-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter, am no little shit."
Percy, who was trying to find the right moment to try and sneak off, looked into one of the mirrors, and saw the face of Ron. The same Ron whose robes he still had a death grip on. He released his hold on Ron, and at that exact moment, the curses really hit the fan. Harry grabbed Percy by the robes and ran to safety, sealing the door behind him, effectively locking Filch inside.
"Potter (bang, bang) you stupid piss-ant! (bang, bang) Let me out!" Filch's shrill cries could be heard throughout the school. Not that anyone did anything about it.
"Well, I must say Percy, that was very irresponsible of you. You should have known your ugly face would have cracked that mirror and release all those spells. I'm not sure if your aware of this or not, but wizarding mirrors and muggle mirrors are different. You see, I know this because I am a wizard. No. I am THE wizard. I have learned everything anyone could hope to learn about the Wizard World in just 5 years. Would you shut-up? I can't hear myself talk!" this last part being directed at Filch's incessant banging on the door. "Good grief. Some people are soooo rude!"
Okay. So Percy has completely lost it, and runs screaming in the opposite direction of Harry, stepping on . . . . . . . . . . (just adding to the suspense) . . . Crookshanks. Right as Crookshanks was about to die from a broken back, HE turned into . . . . . . . . . . . . . (more suspense). . . Lily Potter??? (okay, even we don't get where people came up with that one.) Right. So Lily, who also has a broken back, dies. Again. For real this time. Percy, who is now suffering not only from insanity, but shock, somehow makes his way to the Great Hall without causing himself and others harm.
Upon arriving in the Great Hall, the owl formerly known as Hedwig was floating towards Percy with a letter in tow. Percy screamed like a Weasley in a greased pig contest. He tried to run, but Hedwig was right on top of him, like a Weasley in heat. Harry, of course, followed Percy, like a Weasley following a Galleon tied on the end of a fishing pole (don't ya'll know the dollar joke?). Harry tackled Hedwig to the ground, signaling the fourth time today Harry had saved the life of Percy. The "letter" that Hedwig had been holding, popped out of her beak and landed at the feet of Lavender Brown.
"Oh! A love letter. Crap, it's from Potter. Oh well, maybe he's got something good inside!" Lavender opened the "letter", and had her head burned off thanks to the Burn-You-Up-Charm! (Yes!!! We finally have come full circle!)
Now. Skip ahead about an hour to the Farwell Feast.
"And the winners of the House Cup are. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Slytherin? No, no. That can't be right. What's the Great Hall doing draped in green? Oh, that's right. I have a "few" last minute points to award to. . . . . . . Gryffindor." Said Dumbledore (We never said Dumbledore died you know. We only said he had a heart attack. You can bounce back just fine from that.)
"So, Slytherin has 650. Gryffindor has –321 thanks to Snape. So 971 points to Gryffindor," the last part was said out loud, "for, well, for you Harry. I think you deserve some extra points for breaking all my rules and being a jerk."
"So Slytherin and Gryffindor tie then?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"Huh? Oh crap. Let me see, uh 10 points to uh – Mr. – Mr. Neville Longbottom. Yes, that fine lad Neville. He's had a good year. Always on top of things that Neville. Why, everyday when I see his happy face in the halls, I think to myself, ' That Neville. I must remember to give him 10 points at the farewell feast, if Slytherin and Gryffindor are tied. To you, Neville." Dumbledore said raising his goblet to the Gryffindor table, which was devoid of any students except Harry. In fact, the only two students still living were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who was making death threats to Harry across the hall, while applauding Gryffindor's victory at the same time. Now to solve the Draco mystery you've all been wondering about. Thanks to all of you (points fingers at everyone), Draco is suspended between the reality world and fiction world of Harry Potter. You've broken him. He no longer knows how he's supposed to behave. Is he enemies with Potter or best friends? Does he hate Granger or love her? Does he snicker at the Weasley's poverty or envy their family unity? He doesn't know. (All he does know is that his father does not beat him!) So, next time you go around tampering with perfection like Draco, maybe you'll think twice. We'll be watching!
Anyway, after Gryffindor "won" the house cup, Harry went and packed his trunk, for once in his life giving Percy a break. Skip ahead to the next day on the platform, nearly time to leave.
Percy was shaking as he slowly made his way to the train. He quit his job. Now Snape was the new DADA professor! Or at least he thought he was until Dumbledore got involved and hired a fellow named Moldevort that Harry told him about.
Percy was just about to get in when he saw. . . Harry Potter. Something inside Percy just snapped. He jumped all the way across the platform, grabbed Potter around the neck and chocked the living daylights out of him.
"I did it! I did it! I did it! Who killed Harry Potter? I did! That's right world, Harry Potter is –"
"Hey Percy!"
Percy stopped mid victory dance and slowly turned to see – Harry Potter.
"But you – how, but I?" he slowly turned to the dead body of Harry to see that the boy's robes had 'Larry' embroidered across his chest. Yes, that's right. Percy had killed Harry's evil twin Larry, who had just been hiding around Hogwarts ever since the Yule Ball.
"Percy, I got another letter from Moldevort. Guess what? He's replacing you next year. And I think I'm wearing him down. He only threatened me within an inch of my life once this time. Well, things'll be quiet here without you next year Percy. Bye!" And Harry Potter rode off into the sunset. Of course, Percy was still on the platform, stranded at Hogwarts during the summer.
"I'll get you next year, Potter!" Not really though because we have not enough people, rumors, or patience to write a sequel. So, all together now, THE END!!! (Bet you never thought you'd be so happy to see those words before in your life. Oh no. We can't seem to stop. Pencil had become attached to hand. Must stop! Must -)
~AN/ Well, that was odd. Sorry for the incredibly long delay we put you all through. But thanks to everyone who had reviewed and hopefully will continue to review, because we will continue to check up and see how unappreciated we are. (A cookie to the person who reviews the most. Of course, you may not want them. Percy made them) It's as though a huge burden had been lifted off our shoulders. We actually finished something we started. Well anyway, it real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun. Goodbye!!! (review, review, review!)
P.S. By the way, we think Ron would make a better seeker, because he's probably used to looking for round shiny objects. Goodbye for real! Maybe, yeah – no, yeah, it's definitely over. (sobs!)
~AN/ The end is at hand. All you have to do now is read this last chapter, review of course, and then you can put this whole miserable experience behind you. Sadly, we will actually feel as if we've accomplished something with this story.
Ch. 15 End of this Crappy Story Part 4
Let's call this a new day from where we left off. The next to last day in fact. So, by now, Percy's nerves are completely shot. What he needs is a nice relaxing cup of tea, delivered by Winky. After Dobby's untimely death, Winky decided that life was worth living after all. She gave up her drinking ways, sobered up for her one true love, Harry Quidditch Hero Potter. (Don't ya'll remember way back when the Yule Ball was around and Harry stole her away from Ron?) She and Harry had been "secretly" dating ever since then. So, she happily carried Professor Percy his "cup of cheer" as the elves in the kitchen liked to call it. His hot, bubbling, acid- looking "cup of cheer." Winky, being the brilliant house-elf that she was, thought someone had charmed it with a Super-Pick-You-Up charm.
"Because, if Winky sir, delivers Professor Percy sir's tea, sir, then Harry Potter sir, will love Winky sir, even more, sir. Sir, sir, sir, tea, sir." Most of the few brain cells that Winky did possess were depleted due to all the alcohol she consumed. That sinful drink, butterbeer.
~Meanwhile~
"Hey Percy! Though you could use some company. And what better company than me, Harry-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter. Come on, Percy! It's noon and your still haven't gotten up yet!" Harry yanked the covers from Percy. (Percy is wearing boxers with the Dark Mark on them, a t-shirt that says 'Death Eater' on the front, and on the back a picture of Harry with a line through it.) "Why Percy, what a lovely tribute to me. But I'm afraid your jobless useless mother got some sort of mark on it during the wash perhaps. She must not have known how to wash something without any holes in it. You know I –"and here Winky commits her biggest sin ever; interrupting Harry Potter during his speech.
"Sir, Professor Percy sir, Winky sir, has brought you your tea, sir. Sir, Harry Potter sir, Winky sir is surprised to see you, sir." And Winky began to fluff her ears.
"I – I don't know what to say. Wait. Yes, I do. Who do you think you are to interrupt my speech?! I thought I meant something to you. But you clearly don't know me at all." Harry cried.
"But sir, Harry Potter, sir –"Winky cried.
"No. It's over. If you're going to be going around interrupting Harry-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter then you clearly don't deserve to be in MY good graces!" Harry yelled.
"Very well then sir, Harry Potter sir. But Winky sir, must deliver sir, Professor Percy sir's tea. Sir, sir, sir, broken heart, sir." Winky began to walk toward Percy when Harry turned to glare at her, then he saw the bubbling acid-looking tea. He lunged forward and knocked Winky face first into the tea. Of course, her face melted off, just like Dobby's, leaving her skull.
Draco (of all people) saunters in, pops off Winky's skull, puts it in his pocket, and says, "another souvenir." He calmly walks out as if it's common place for him to visit Percy in Hagrid's Hut.
~Later That Night~
Harry was strolling through the (dun, dun, dun) library looking for books on himself, of course, (don't know why. It's not like he can read.) when he stumbled across Mr. and Mrs. Weasley "snogging" behind a bookshelf.
"Stop! You two should be ashamed of yourselves! This (dun, dun, dun) library is a public place! It's a good thing I, Harry-The Law-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter, was here to stop you before you once again single-handedly set loose your poverty stricken spawn on the world like the plague. And what's more, that's where I "snog" my girls senseless! (What girls)" Harry was by this time in a fine rage.
"But Harry dear, we came because you told us about Percy's engagement. God only knows how any girl could fall in love with Percy with you around. Isn't that right Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley said while pulling a freshly knitted sweater out of her purse for Harry. (In fact, this was the exact same sweater that she had been giving him for the past 5 years, including this past Christmas, so you can imagine that it is far too small, what with his bulging Quidditch muscles and all.)
"Well, that is true. But knock off the public display of affection. No one wants to see two Weasley's getting down and dirty." As Harry says this he "senses" Percy's presence in the (dun, dun, dun) library. Upon seeing Harry and his parents, Percy begins discreetly backing out of the (dun, dun, dun) library. Or perhaps not so discreetly as he tripped over a first year, knocking a book shelf over in the process.
"Percy! You must not have seen me! Though I can't see how. It's hard for people to miss me in all my heroic glory!" (Don't ya'll remember? The guy's like a moving mountain. 7 feet tall and all those wonderful Quidditch muscles. Hey! Has anyone ever wondered if someone like Cho Chang would have buff muscles from Quidditch or if it's only guys? Food for thought.) At this point in time, two extremely large copies of Hogwarts: A History appear over Percy's head. Harry instantly appears at Percy's side, throws him over his shoulder, and takes off across the (dun, dun, dun) library in an attempt to put a lot of space between him and those books. Madame Pince grabs a broom and starts off chasing after Harry, occasionally swatting him. (You see how low we've sunk? We're ripping off all those Tom and Jerry cartoons!) Harry dives behind the Weasley's, who of course take the hit, and Madame Pince merely picks up the copies of Hogwarts: A History, and calmly puts them back on the shelf as though no one has just met an untimely death. As Mrs. Weasley takes her final breath, we hear, "As long as you're safe, Harry dear."
~5 Minutes Later~
Hearing his own mother praising Harry to the death had an odd effect on Percy. He was angry. Angry at the world. In his blind rage, he stormed all over the castle, until a room seemed to be calling to him. That room was a room full of mirrors. After a good 3 minutes of hard breathing, his vision finally cleared, allowing him to see what exactly was in that room full of mirrors. Ron. Dead Ron. Ron who introduced Harry Potter to his family. Percy yanked Ron's corpse up by the collar and gave him a few good shakes.
"You fool! My life is all your fault. Mr. Quidditch Ron Weasley. You always thought you were so much better than me. With your "hero" friend, and mudblood girlfriend, and your ability to get on the Quidditch team despite your obvious lack of talent. You even took my pet rat! I blame you for all of this! But most of all, bringing Potter into our lives! If you weren't already dead, I'd kill you!"
"Percy! Is this where you ran off to? I was so worried. No one was basking in my glory." Harry said.
"Yes, Mrs. Norris my precious, those tricksy wizardses went in there. But we'll get them my precious." Filch said. (Sorry. Lapsed into Lord of the Rings there. But Filch could have been Gollum in a past life.) He slammed the door open and stumbled in with bloodshot eyes. (Filch's only comfort with Mrs. Norris gone is a bottle of Fire Whiskey.)
"Oh, lookee here. Harry (hiccup) Potter. The little shit that killed my cat." Filch slurred.
"I beg your pardon sir, but I, Harry-Would Never Hurt a Fly-The Law-Love of Your Life-Your True Friend-Quidditch Hero-Potter, am no little shit."
Percy, who was trying to find the right moment to try and sneak off, looked into one of the mirrors, and saw the face of Ron. The same Ron whose robes he still had a death grip on. He released his hold on Ron, and at that exact moment, the curses really hit the fan. Harry grabbed Percy by the robes and ran to safety, sealing the door behind him, effectively locking Filch inside.
"Potter (bang, bang) you stupid piss-ant! (bang, bang) Let me out!" Filch's shrill cries could be heard throughout the school. Not that anyone did anything about it.
"Well, I must say Percy, that was very irresponsible of you. You should have known your ugly face would have cracked that mirror and release all those spells. I'm not sure if your aware of this or not, but wizarding mirrors and muggle mirrors are different. You see, I know this because I am a wizard. No. I am THE wizard. I have learned everything anyone could hope to learn about the Wizard World in just 5 years. Would you shut-up? I can't hear myself talk!" this last part being directed at Filch's incessant banging on the door. "Good grief. Some people are soooo rude!"
Okay. So Percy has completely lost it, and runs screaming in the opposite direction of Harry, stepping on . . . . . . . . . . (just adding to the suspense) . . . Crookshanks. Right as Crookshanks was about to die from a broken back, HE turned into . . . . . . . . . . . . . (more suspense). . . Lily Potter??? (okay, even we don't get where people came up with that one.) Right. So Lily, who also has a broken back, dies. Again. For real this time. Percy, who is now suffering not only from insanity, but shock, somehow makes his way to the Great Hall without causing himself and others harm.
Upon arriving in the Great Hall, the owl formerly known as Hedwig was floating towards Percy with a letter in tow. Percy screamed like a Weasley in a greased pig contest. He tried to run, but Hedwig was right on top of him, like a Weasley in heat. Harry, of course, followed Percy, like a Weasley following a Galleon tied on the end of a fishing pole (don't ya'll know the dollar joke?). Harry tackled Hedwig to the ground, signaling the fourth time today Harry had saved the life of Percy. The "letter" that Hedwig had been holding, popped out of her beak and landed at the feet of Lavender Brown.
"Oh! A love letter. Crap, it's from Potter. Oh well, maybe he's got something good inside!" Lavender opened the "letter", and had her head burned off thanks to the Burn-You-Up-Charm! (Yes!!! We finally have come full circle!)
Now. Skip ahead about an hour to the Farwell Feast.
"And the winners of the House Cup are. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Slytherin? No, no. That can't be right. What's the Great Hall doing draped in green? Oh, that's right. I have a "few" last minute points to award to. . . . . . . Gryffindor." Said Dumbledore (We never said Dumbledore died you know. We only said he had a heart attack. You can bounce back just fine from that.)
"So, Slytherin has 650. Gryffindor has –321 thanks to Snape. So 971 points to Gryffindor," the last part was said out loud, "for, well, for you Harry. I think you deserve some extra points for breaking all my rules and being a jerk."
"So Slytherin and Gryffindor tie then?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"Huh? Oh crap. Let me see, uh 10 points to uh – Mr. – Mr. Neville Longbottom. Yes, that fine lad Neville. He's had a good year. Always on top of things that Neville. Why, everyday when I see his happy face in the halls, I think to myself, ' That Neville. I must remember to give him 10 points at the farewell feast, if Slytherin and Gryffindor are tied. To you, Neville." Dumbledore said raising his goblet to the Gryffindor table, which was devoid of any students except Harry. In fact, the only two students still living were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, who was making death threats to Harry across the hall, while applauding Gryffindor's victory at the same time. Now to solve the Draco mystery you've all been wondering about. Thanks to all of you (points fingers at everyone), Draco is suspended between the reality world and fiction world of Harry Potter. You've broken him. He no longer knows how he's supposed to behave. Is he enemies with Potter or best friends? Does he hate Granger or love her? Does he snicker at the Weasley's poverty or envy their family unity? He doesn't know. (All he does know is that his father does not beat him!) So, next time you go around tampering with perfection like Draco, maybe you'll think twice. We'll be watching!
Anyway, after Gryffindor "won" the house cup, Harry went and packed his trunk, for once in his life giving Percy a break. Skip ahead to the next day on the platform, nearly time to leave.
Percy was shaking as he slowly made his way to the train. He quit his job. Now Snape was the new DADA professor! Or at least he thought he was until Dumbledore got involved and hired a fellow named Moldevort that Harry told him about.
Percy was just about to get in when he saw. . . Harry Potter. Something inside Percy just snapped. He jumped all the way across the platform, grabbed Potter around the neck and chocked the living daylights out of him.
"I did it! I did it! I did it! Who killed Harry Potter? I did! That's right world, Harry Potter is –"
"Hey Percy!"
Percy stopped mid victory dance and slowly turned to see – Harry Potter.
"But you – how, but I?" he slowly turned to the dead body of Harry to see that the boy's robes had 'Larry' embroidered across his chest. Yes, that's right. Percy had killed Harry's evil twin Larry, who had just been hiding around Hogwarts ever since the Yule Ball.
"Percy, I got another letter from Moldevort. Guess what? He's replacing you next year. And I think I'm wearing him down. He only threatened me within an inch of my life once this time. Well, things'll be quiet here without you next year Percy. Bye!" And Harry Potter rode off into the sunset. Of course, Percy was still on the platform, stranded at Hogwarts during the summer.
"I'll get you next year, Potter!" Not really though because we have not enough people, rumors, or patience to write a sequel. So, all together now, THE END!!! (Bet you never thought you'd be so happy to see those words before in your life. Oh no. We can't seem to stop. Pencil had become attached to hand. Must stop! Must -)
~AN/ Well, that was odd. Sorry for the incredibly long delay we put you all through. But thanks to everyone who had reviewed and hopefully will continue to review, because we will continue to check up and see how unappreciated we are. (A cookie to the person who reviews the most. Of course, you may not want them. Percy made them) It's as though a huge burden had been lifted off our shoulders. We actually finished something we started. Well anyway, it real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun. Goodbye!!! (review, review, review!)
P.S. By the way, we think Ron would make a better seeker, because he's probably used to looking for round shiny objects. Goodbye for real! Maybe, yeah – no, yeah, it's definitely over. (sobs!)
