Seussification of Harry Potter
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, but this fanfiction, I DO OWN! I'll sue you if you attempt to take it. JK Rowling cannot sue me because I have declared HP is not mine. However, I have warned you and declared this fanfic mine.
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This was the Seussification of Harry Potter, or as we should say, Scary Trotter. But since you don't know who indeed that is, we'll stick with Harry the wiz.
He's not all that bright, but the magician he was gave him a light. His two best friends, Hermione and Ron, were side by side, stifling a yawn.
Dumbledore was here, Sirius too; they were running around trying to find the loo. They were skipping and dancing, drinking and more, bottles of beer and firewhiskey galore. Lupin and Tonks were close to the back, they were arguing when Tonks won with a WHAP! Lupin held his face where he was smacked; they were through, as a matter of fact.
The new picture of everyone here, no one was dead, Voldemort was nothing to fear.
He wandered between their legs as snake, slithering and hissing, until they dumped him in a lake.
Harry's parents were there, he thought they were dead, that had been a scare. What we know now was they only faking; their pretend death was their making. They came back up from the ground, to Harry's surprise and wandered around. They hopped and they skipped, until one or the other tripped.
The ancient house of Black was where they were at. They were taking a picture; they were together, no more war. The Order of the Phoenix, that's what they were, indeed they had won, they knew that for sure.
You may be getting tired of rhymes, but bear with me, it's time.
They all gathered together, ignoring Harry's bright sweater. The photo was shot, the crowd had dispersed, but Hermione was preparing for the worst. "Mundungus!" Molly shouted with anger, to the whole house she was such a complainer.
The man in question, crouched out of sight, but he knew, his will he had to write. The angry woman stormed up to the man the little coward turned around and ran. She chased after him, in two seconds flat, Mundungus fell to the ground with a splat.
The only watched, humor on their face, Molly had tackled without much grace. Sprawled on the floor was the Weasley mother, running through the crowd was her lover. Arthur sat on the ground hateful and mad; needless to say the man was sad. "Mundungus, you evil fly; you killed my wife, now you must die!"
Thus this was why, Arthur Weasley, with the death of his wife, became evil and sleazy.
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A/N: I smell a sequel!! Sorry, It's short