Chapter Four(finnaly)

Dude. i am so sooooOOO sorry. i'm a sucky author. leaving you guys hanging for that long. but i ened up in this uber smart-student heavy mad skills college advancement course at my high school and got tottally bogged down. my writing skills have majorly improved since starting this story, and i can barely look at it without revulsion. i have a new idea,- and if i can get some help, i'll be writing a totally new story. it's much better than this, with tons of character bashing and independieant and unique harry; meets merlin personifyied.. but i've got the next 3 and a half weeks off with nothing better to do than write stories, so i will. it will take a while to get out, but it will be there. i promise. now, i don't promise lightly. so it will be there. even if it takes me two years. it will be there. though i'm hoping that it's not so long.so, for the meantime, i've given you this last chapter to pore over, pine over, and to help the faltering of a fiction. and , perhaps, help with your time of mourning.as well as the deep deppression that has no doubtably come over at you to find that such a piece of fiction is to die.

and now- we begin the final chapter of Drowned by My Demons.

flicking a piece of white-blonde hair from his face, the aformentioned ferret leaned his head back and snorted most un-malfoy-ish-ly.

"When is my wonderful gramps-in-law coming over? For dinner, right?" he quiried.

harry potter (nowjosh)smirked as he dispelled the ghostly image of himself and turned to face his husband.

"Actually", he replied,"he should be here any minute." this was met with widdened eyes and the smirks of two children as well as the attempt to stiffle giggles coming from eva. In an instant, Draco had bolted from his seat, hands already going up to his collar to undo buttons as he ran (walked swiftly) down the hall in order to get dressed for dinner with the most feared diplomatic power in europe- Lord VolDeMort. At the very moment the closet door slammed open against the wall, the door bell wrang. this doorbell- in a catchy rendition of " yo ho a Pirate's Life For Me"also signaled the slam of a bedroom door that was followed with much colorful and imaginative cursing. some of the curses were magical in origin. mostwere not.

outside, voldemort irritatelytapped his foot as he waited for his grandson or great grandchildren to open the door, and cursed forgetting to put a feather-weight spell on the packages he carried. his cursing was, like draco's; mostly not of magical origin.
As the family gathered around the table, the four adults at the table and the children at the kitchen serving island on stools, the adulst fell into conversation of the Grandfather's supreme reign over the isles of britain -- then the incompetency of dumbledore -- which led to talk of the twins getting their hogwarts letters -- which was followed by an intense and heated debate on wether sweet or dill pickles were better -- and eventually, to the weasley's appearance in their home earlier that day.

"You really should have seen their faces" draco exclaimed; waving around a fork that had had texas potatoes on it, some of which landed on voldemort's beautiful nose. (A/N: its like a button, so CUTE!)

"indeed." replied volDeMort; obviouslyholding back from cursing draco as he wiped his nose if the look of malevelent restrained indulgance that showed on his face.

what they didn't realise though, was that at that very moment, carbon monoxide was seeping itno the very air of the residense, thick as smoke; aided no doubt by the several order of the pheonix members which has been alerted to voldemort's presense when he stupidly cursed ron and hermione on his walking up to the door.

slowly, and painfully, the entire family died- looking red and asphixiated (except draco, who only looked a bit pale, being as perfect as he is)their faces thrown into extreme disfigurement, except the demented twins who actually had potion skills and had recognized the smell of the carbon monoxide with their snape-like noses. they lived- and inherited the family fortune, and the isles of britain- because nobody really cared about the current system of government, they just really hated voldemort. so everyone lived happily ever after, until in a fit of rage deamos burned them all to ash, and in doing so destroyed all magical beings on earth, turning it into the dull place we live life in.

go figure.

okay. that's it. i really couldn't think of anything better. i don't even realy know the names of the characters it's been so long. oh well. hope you enjoyed it . if not. review and leave your own ending. i'd love to hear it. who ever comes up with the best will have it posted here, with a total disclaimer for their name so that when j.k.r. decides to sue everyone she sues you instead of me. happy holidays. and a great new year.

Dude, who is this guy