The Dementor
"Expecto…expecto…"
Harry Potter, his body languishing, tried in futile attempts to banish the dementors once more, but they swirled about him in an endless, black circle of sadness, draining him of his will and strength. Harry took one last look at his godfather, Sirius Black, lying unconscious and wounded on the ground; the man who he had only recently discovered was truly innocent.
One dementor broke away from the rest and hovered directly in front of Harry, considering him. Harry raised his wand one more time, but could barely make his mouth form the words. He dropped his wand, and collapsed to his knees with a sigh of loss. This was it – the end.
The dementor reached up, and pulled back its hood with its rotting hands, revealing the face of the soulless beast that was a dementor. Harry cried in horror and despair as he laid eyes upon the creature – long brown hair around its shoulders, fair skin, an open, smiling mouth, crinkled eyes, a crown on its head – and yet it didn't move, its features frozen like plastic. As a matter of fact, it was plastic!
Suddenly, the dementor's hands held out to Harry what he recognized to be a double BLT piled high with bacon and vegetables and with three hamburger patties smack in the middle.
"Up late. With the king."
And with those words the Burgerking logo took Harry's soul.
Author's Note: C'mon! Tell me that wasn't funny! That's king-person on the commercials is really freaky to me! I mean, he was in people's beds and outside their windows for crying out loud!