CHAPTER FIVE
Dumbledore's not a dumbass. So he noticed the pattern of the slaying. Unusual detached owl, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, Hagrid, Seamus, Dean, Professor Snape, Professor Mcgonagall, Ginny, Colin....they all had a connection with a certain boy but who?...
Dumbledore walked around the office with a sudden expression.
Harry...wow! No shit Sherlock! Why the hell I never thought of the goody two-shoes bastard!
Then he turned to his desk. Time for some lemon drops.
But little did Albus Dumbledore know that he was not the only person to enter his office that day, and his lemon drops weren't the best things for him at the moment. Or ever, as they were poisoned, by Harry himself. Harry, ducking behind a potted plant, watched with glee as the famed headmaster of Hogwarts made his demise. He was giggling again, and he snorted as the body before him twitched. This was the best one yet!
Harry was extremely pleased; he had stomped on the dead Dumbledore's body, wondering if they would get a new headmaster. He now sat in the dormitory room, thinking about all the people he had killed and how much they really had annoyed him. He walked out of the Gryffindor common room and killed a person whom he did not know. He looked at the blood spread across the ground and collected it, pouring it all over his next random victim. He then used the bloody corpse to whack his third random victim to death.
Suddenly, thunder was heard, and the lights went out. A cloaked figure appeared in the doorway. A voice was heard.
"Stop the MADNESS, Harry! I, Lord Voldemort, beg you to!!"
"Yea, sure Voldie. And Britney Spears' a virgin. Oh just give the shit up!"
"You...called...me...VOLDIE!!!!!!"Voldie *ahem* I mean Voldermort's face grew redder by the second, "Grrr....you fuckin' DIE mother fucka!!!!!!!"
"Don't go that way, Vo-d'oh. I will go oprah on ya ass"
"Bring it on man-bitch"
"Okay I will man-whore"
Voldemort was about to pull out his wand....Only to discover that he had misplaced it. The time he wasted frantically looking for his wand gave Harry enough time to throw a knife at his reptilian head. Lord Voldemort was dead in a heartbeat.
Later, when the body was found, Harry was hailed as a hero (again) even though his giggling made everyone nervous. Soon, he rode off into the sunset on his firebolt, his trusty knife in hand, ready for the next kill.
Dumbledore's not a dumbass. So he noticed the pattern of the slaying. Unusual detached owl, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, Hagrid, Seamus, Dean, Professor Snape, Professor Mcgonagall, Ginny, Colin....they all had a connection with a certain boy but who?...
Dumbledore walked around the office with a sudden expression.
Harry...wow! No shit Sherlock! Why the hell I never thought of the goody two-shoes bastard!
Then he turned to his desk. Time for some lemon drops.
But little did Albus Dumbledore know that he was not the only person to enter his office that day, and his lemon drops weren't the best things for him at the moment. Or ever, as they were poisoned, by Harry himself. Harry, ducking behind a potted plant, watched with glee as the famed headmaster of Hogwarts made his demise. He was giggling again, and he snorted as the body before him twitched. This was the best one yet!
Harry was extremely pleased; he had stomped on the dead Dumbledore's body, wondering if they would get a new headmaster. He now sat in the dormitory room, thinking about all the people he had killed and how much they really had annoyed him. He walked out of the Gryffindor common room and killed a person whom he did not know. He looked at the blood spread across the ground and collected it, pouring it all over his next random victim. He then used the bloody corpse to whack his third random victim to death.
Suddenly, thunder was heard, and the lights went out. A cloaked figure appeared in the doorway. A voice was heard.
"Stop the MADNESS, Harry! I, Lord Voldemort, beg you to!!"
"Yea, sure Voldie. And Britney Spears' a virgin. Oh just give the shit up!"
"You...called...me...VOLDIE!!!!!!"Voldie *ahem* I mean Voldermort's face grew redder by the second, "Grrr....you fuckin' DIE mother fucka!!!!!!!"
"Don't go that way, Vo-d'oh. I will go oprah on ya ass"
"Bring it on man-bitch"
"Okay I will man-whore"
Voldemort was about to pull out his wand....Only to discover that he had misplaced it. The time he wasted frantically looking for his wand gave Harry enough time to throw a knife at his reptilian head. Lord Voldemort was dead in a heartbeat.
Later, when the body was found, Harry was hailed as a hero (again) even though his giggling made everyone nervous. Soon, he rode off into the sunset on his firebolt, his trusty knife in hand, ready for the next kill.