(Demented Chapter Number Ten)
Back at Number Four Privet, Draco was sitting in Vernon's easy chair, wondering how the hell this all came upon him. Here he was, at Harry's summer home, with two unconscious adults stunned on the steps, and he weighed about three hundred pounds. Looking on the bright side, he reassured himself,
"At least I'm away from Ellen!" Although she didn't attend Hogwarts, this Ellen person was seemingly always lurking behind corners and practically stepping on his heels following him through corridor after corridor with a large Polaroid.
"The female Colin Creevey", he thought to himself with a sneer. Becoming easily bored, as his nature allowed, he eventually clambered up the stairs, simply shoving the couple off the stairs as he made his way up to the place where he had first received his nasty physically morphed shock.
Upon entering the dark, bland room, Draco collapsed on one of the two beds, each of which had previously held a pointlessly and randomly slain victim. The room's unexplained feeling of gloom washed over him, and he realized with an even nastier shock than before-
"This place must have more bloody magic than Hogwarts ever could." For now he was depressed, and in his slump he picked up a CD case on the nearby nightstand and read-
"Nirvana"...