Harry Potter died… and no one cared. So they threw his lead lined coffin off a cliff. And surprisingly, it hit Voldemort on the head. Harry got to heaven and saw what had happened and cried out. I killed him! I finally killed Voldemort! As soon as GOD heard this, he said:
"WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT!"
"YOU KILLED SOMEONESOMEONESOMEONESOMEONESOMEONE?"
"YOU MUST GO TO HELLHELLHELLHELLHELL!"
"Figures," said Harry, as he started to slip through the clouds and fell.
Finally, he hit the ground with a large thump and the earth started to absorb him into her depths. "MOMMY!" he cried out as the soft Earth took him.
When he got to hell he saw a man that looked familiar but soon forgot that and went up to him. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
"Tom Riddle." Said the man (who was really Voldemort with amnesia).
"Cool," said Harry no knowing it was Voldemort because he had hit the ground a little too hard (or maybe he was just too stupid).
And so, they went skipping through the fiery meadows of hell, picking flowers, and burning their hands off because of the little pyros they are.