Thus, for some inexplicable reason, probably having something to with the Isaac Newton cult, the world was put back together and everyone at Hogwarts were somehow reincarnated, thus restoring chaos, Hard Gay, and Seminar House. There was much rejoicing.
Snape was once again sitting on trial, his nose flaring in indignation. For merlin's cousin's roomate Pete's sake, this was taking too damn bloody long. Pheonix did a series of unfathomable hand movements in counter-attack to Karma, the defense attorney, who was waving a piece of paper around and shaking his head disdainfully.
"This receipt here"
"OBJECTION"
"Oh, for bloody damn"
"Gril Gissom here has shown the evidence to be irrefutable"
"You're mom"
"Hardo gay fooooooooooooo"
"WTF"
And suddenly, out of nowhere, much to everyone's chargrin, a young man with glasses, long beautiful hair which flipped up at the edges, and a shaggy excuse for a beard, threw himself into the room and yelled, "I'M A CHARGIN MAH LAZER!!" His face darkened, eyes askew, and opened his mouth to shoot out a massive KAMEHAMEHA at the judge who perished instantly.
There was much rejoicing.
Back at the Seminar House, in the lounge, there sat a large group of losers who were either watching really bad moon commercials, staring at Yaoi on their computers, or talking about how much they hated furries, although deep down… they have all been to /b/ and they all have a special teddy bear back home which they yearn secretly for.
Harry Potter, feeling the horrible pang of evil which is curiosity, desided it would be a good idea to go and check out this Seminar house. He would regret this for all eternity… for as we all know… where there are yaoi fans… where there are D&D nights… where moon is spoken on a regular basis, and only in reference to games, movies, or Sephiroth… where there are these people… there are Harry Potter fanatics.
The Daily Prophet reported the next morning: HARRY POTTER, SLAIN, RAPED, EATEN BY FANGIRLS