Am I ever so sorry, I tried to make a few chages and ended up deleting the story. Ok, well this is it now, I hope you people who read the other one under a different title are able to find this one alright.

As for the story....Wow....I got a few good reviews. Four isn't alot, but it's more then I expected. Cool. Well, um, I'm 15 almost 16 to answer the question of my age. I'm really glad you all liked it, and I'm sorry about the typos. I noticed them too, but I seem to be having trouble editing, so please just bear with me. And I'm too young to be bearing anyones children right now, sorry. Out of sheer boredom, I present to you the next update...only a day after the story's original post, aren't I great? Or maybe it's because I'm stuck babysitting on a Firday night....either way, tada.

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Michelle Kikyo Serenity-Rose Delacour-Lupin-Black-Pettigrew-Fudge-Hagrid-Ravenclaw-Figg-WTF was sitting at a table in the Gryffindor common room. She had been sorted into Gryffindor house by the sorting hat who had said that she possessed all of the qualities needed to be in Gryffindor. The sorting hat had said that she was beautiful, courageous, intelligent, and would one day be with her true love who the hat knew was in Gryffindor, which is simply amazing since I didn't know the sorting hat could see into the future. Michelle sat, petting her silvery ice pheonix named Simperianna-Ellanora Sabrina Jackson. Harry walked over to Michelle, his heart beating wildly.

"Michelle, will you go out with me, and maybe then we can fuck?" Harry asked, once again completely out of character.

"Harry, you know I'd love to fuck you, but I can't risk you getting killed by Voldemort because of me." Michelle said with tears of sadness in her aquamarine eyes.

"But, that doesn't make any sense, everyone knows that Voldemort is trying to kill me anyway, so that excuse shouldn't work." Harry said, feeling his world crash around him.

"Harry, I'm doing this for your sake, can't you see that?!" Michelle ran off crying to her own bedroom upstairs, which she got since she is so super special. Her bedroom was dark purple, and the floor was a big swirl of black and white. She had Nightmare before Christmas posters all over her walls because she is teh gawth.

Harry sat down in one of the comfy seats near the fire, crying and wondering why his life was so horrific. He was just contemplating suicide when suddenly the portrait hole opened, and in stepped Snape. He looked around before he noticed Harry, and walked over to him.

"Harry, are you alright? You're crying, what's wrong?" Snape asked as he put his arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at Snape contemplating wether or not he should tell Snape that he was seriously considering ending his own life.

"No, I'm fine." Harry said wiping away the tears.

"Ok, bye, then." Snape walked out, and back down to the dungeons.

End of scene that had no point.

Quidditch Tryouts-

"Alright everyone, as you all know, due to the tragic death of one of our chasers, we will be holding tryouts for a new one. We'll go down the list and watch you one by one, then I'll make the decision. Alright then, when I call your name please step forward. Michelle Kikyo Serenity-Rose Delacour-Lupin-Black-Pettigrew-Fudge-Hagrid-Ravenclaw-Figg-WTF, please step forward." Angelina called out. Michelle walked over to Angelina, and was preparing to mount her broom when Angelina held her arm out, to stop her.

"Brilliant...that was absolutely wonderful. You are our new chaser." Angelina looked at Michelle with teh lust in her eyes.

"But I haven't even flown yet." Michelle protested.

"Does anyone object to Michelle being our new chaser?" Angelina called out to the other Gryffindors who had been there to tryout for the chaser position. No one said anything. They were all too busy watching Michelle with teh lust in their eyes.

"Three cheers for our new chaser!" Angelina said joyously to which everyone clapped and cheered.

Later that night in the Great Hall-

"Congradulations on getting on the quidditch team, Michelle. That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said looking at Michelle with teh lust in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Michelle said confusedly.

Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall swung open. In marched a hundred Death Eaters led by Lord Voldemort. Does it really matter, that this is something that could never ever happen? I think not!

"I am here for my queen." Voldemort cried imperiously. "If I do not have her within the minute, I'll make like a pirate and kick a few faces in."

"You can never have me! Take this!" Michelle kicked Voldemort in the groin(does he even have one anymore?), and he fell over in pain. Michelle then followed that up with a few back-hand springs down the table aisles.

"I'll be back! And you will be mine!!! Mwah ha ha ha aha ahha hahhah ahhahaha ahhahahhahaHAHAHAHAHA!!11!1!1!!!!!" Voldemort laughed insanely. He followed up his evil laughter with a few chuckles, then he and all of his Death Eaters left the room.

"No wonder you're in Gryffindor, I've never seen anyone so brave!" Dumbledore said. As it turns out he and his staff had just sat back, and watched the entire scene without doing anything. Michelle excepted the comment, but couldn't help but notice Dumbledore was eyeing her curves. Let's bear in mind the fact that Dumbledore is probably 30 or so years Voldemort's senior, making him round about 80 years older then Michelle, but thankfully, logical isn't needed in this story.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron said yet again.

"Who the fucking hell are you?" Michelle asked again.

A/N- Sorry again about the problem. This chapter isn't as good as the first, I don't think, but it'll get better, I swear. Oh, and sorry it's so short, but if you want fast updates, it's going to have to be like that for a while.