A/N: Instead of revising for a subject which I would have failed anyway, I took an time out and wrote. But I keep getting the feeling that I'm writing some porno story with Harry as the reluctant main character.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to my name, only my body and mind.
Laughter filled everywhere.
Death was laughing with madness in his eyes, he threw his head back, stuffing his hands in to muffle the giggles that was starting. It was like Time had stopped to let the playful Fate feed her mud pies to the scenario. All things that were screaming before was laughing. They all dropped down their supposed duties and laughed, laughing at Harry. Death plunged her hands into Harry chest and pulled out a chain. At once, Harry felt an ominous presence, a hole in him, so hollow. She started to chew on the chain, ebbing it away. Mouths started forming everywhere. All had jaws that moved up and down, up and down.
But they never did stopped laughing.
Harry does not like the laughter; it all sounded too much like Bellatrix's, her laugh before her death, her last laugh before she falls to the ground dead. It sounded all too much like the laugh she had when she followed her eyes from falling shocked Sirius into Veil.
So he yells
"ShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutupShutup SHUT UP!"
But they never did and Harry continues to yell the two words rolling on the floor. Before he could yell his throat hoarse, he vomited out something white, his entire body was full of happy, laughing mouths, so they vomited too. The white goo covered him from head to toe. Harry took a sniff; it smells like blood and clay.
Death gave him a delighted smile and chomped away the last bits of his chain.
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BOOMZ
Harry explodes.
Again
And he falls
Falling
He wondered how was Ron and Hermione doing, he hoped he hadn't made them worried
Falling
How much time had passed? No matter how painful, he should go to the all funerals to pay some respect to those that had died in the battle.
Falling
Lupin…Tonks. Who was there to take care of little Teddy now? Perhaps Madam Andromeda?
Falling
But that doesn't matter much now, was it? He was already dead, he could not have done a thing to help.
Falling
If only he could go back in time to stop the dying… He hoped they could forgive him.
Falling
If only he hadn't stepped outside… The insane mob would not have killed him.
Falling
Now he wonders briefly on what had happened to Malfoy? Was he reunited with Nacrissa and Lucius? However, He had a feeling the Malfoy had ended up in a gutter somewhere, made a living as a beggar and made attempts to steal other beggar's half-eaten burgers. With that muse, he chuckles, that would be amusing
Falling
But that would never happened, due to that infamous Malfoy pride and all.
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And Harry splatters on cold, hard ground.
"Hey kid, kiddo?" A deep voice. "You all right there?" Harry felt himself lifted up by a pair of hands.
"Who...what?" Harry creak his eyes open. The man who had helped him up was quite muscular and tall, his hair was odd, all the ends of his hair were tipped upwards in two opposite directions.
Like a wolf, Harry thought.
'Erm...Yeah, I'm okay.. I think." His mouth gave way to nervous laughter, before he gaped at his surroundings and asked, "Wait, Where the bloody hell am I?!"
Is that the Statue of Liberty?! What was it doing here?! Panicked, he looked around. Tall, grayscale buildings around him, noisy cars, people talking in an a way he was un familiar to.
Harry had the feeling he was not in Scotland anymore.
A/N: I think I just lost my funny.