The Chosen One was sitting around a small table in the Weasley's backyard, flirting ceaselessly with Ginevra. Everyone had basically forgotten that there was a war going on and quite frankly, who cares? So they just continued to sip there tea and read sappy poetry to random residents of the household, much to the gnomes delight. Turns out, they're quite good poets!
Suddenly, Harry felt a familiar sensation as he was sucked from the backyard all portkey-like. Upon his quite painful arrival, he was not only dumped quite quickly on his rear, but also found himself amidst many happy-go-lucky imbeciles and a lot of pink flowers…I mean a lot!
The Magical Boy Who Lived screamed as his eyes came upon the most horrific sight, like, ever! Quickly passing over Voldy who sat in the corner, his eyes were directed at Cho Chang and Roger Davis as he broke many air pollution laws inside this good-smelling haven of pretty princess ponies. They were, like, omygosh! Holding hands! OMYGOSH!1!111!
After about 7.827 minutes of good all-out screaming, Harry was silenced by the sticking of a large napkin in his mouth. Turns out, Voldy had had enough screaming. Harry drew his wand to fight Good Ol' Tom.
"Ho, ho, Harry! Is not that a bit beneath us? Come and have some tea with me. I have scones!" cried Voldie, who suddenly decided that this spelling of his name was far more masculine. Good try, ol' chap.
At the promise of scones, Harry perked up and ran over to the corner table.
"Good boy, Harry. No have a scone." Harry need not be told twice and stuffed three scones into his mouth at once giving him the appearance of a deformed chipmunk with vision problems. Immediately afterward, Harry keeled over and died.
THE END
A/N Yeah, so that's HP for ya. Please review/flame/whatever else. I personally had a load of fun writing it and hope you liked it too! Tata, my friends.
