Dobby walked along happily. Everything was going great. He was now with his one true love.
"Hey look, random house elf, Avada Kadavra!" Dobby fell to the ground, dead.
"NOOOOO!!!!!" Harry suddenly ran out from behind random tree 265. "I am no longer under the effects of love potion, but I'm still going to avenge his death!" "Dumbledore, you will die!" Harry yelled.
"But I didn't kill him," Dumbledore said. Him and Bella appearing from behind random tree 312.
"You didn't? But then, who did?" Harry asked, confused.
"That was the author."
"The author?"
"Yes, the author of this story."
"Oh, I was wondering why that voice sounded like a teenage girl, how do I kill the author?"
"I dunno," Dumbledore replied, "We could try aliens again, or maybe we just tell the U.S. that she's a terrorist."
"That good, what's her name?"
"I dunno. Besides, if we kill them, then we also die," Dumbledore said.
"Isn't this story supposed to be a challenge, so maybe it's the fault of the person who posted this challenge and we should kill that person instead."
"So, we have to kill two people now?"
"Either way, we'll still die," Dumbledore added.
"But, I don't want to die."
"We'll you're going to have to do something to avenge Dobbys death."
"I know!" Harry said, getting a sudden spark of inspiration, "I'll kill you anyways, Avada Kedavera."