(A/N) hello, just a little advert in the form of a poem for the sequel
which could possibly be called Harry Potter and The Curse of The Moonsugar.

Ron spends his days envelope licking,
With his minion Eclipse who needs a good kicking,
Hermione is the Minister of Magic,
She believes Draco is dead, oh how tragic!
Harry is worthless, a bum on the street,
No one will help him get back on his feet,
Draco is in the mountains, high and lost,
He got seven wishes from the Devil, his soul was the cost,
Lucius is evil that's nothing new,
He's running for Prime Minister, oh lord is that true?
Narcissa, as cold as a pane of glass,
Thinks her husband is a huge jackass,
Harry discovered Lucius's plan,
No one will help him, he hasn't even got a fan,
Ron is head of Lucius's publicity campaign,
He doesn't like to admit this, it causes him shame,
Hermione knows too and has nothing but scorn,
She has other things to do, Draco to mourn,
And as for Draco he's as happy as can be,
For he no longer has to buy moonsugar, he gets high for free,
And as for Ginny, her parents are proud cos she's rich,
She made it of drug dealing, ssssh! Don't snitch!