Once more, brave souls, we undertake the perilous task of passing our gazes over this story.
Enjoy! *web-swings away looking majestic as fluck*
My Immortal – A Very English Commentary
Chapter Thirteen - It's a No Brainer
AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen (RAVEN! YOU'RE BACK! THANKS BE TO PRIMUS AND PRIMA!) im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!
*puts on horned helmet and flounces away* I DO WHAT I WANT!
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Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared.
"Dumbledore Dumblydore!" we both yelled. Dumbledore came there. (I did NOT need that mental image, thank you very much.s)
"What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?" he asked angrily. (Heheh, 'despicable snobs' is now one of my favourite insults.)
"Volsemort has Draco!" we shouted at the same time. (Who's this 'Volsemort' chap? Oh no, not ANOTHER escaped Voldy clone! This is getting silly.)
He laughed in an evil voice.
(What follows is so OOC, it's actually quite painful. Read at thine own risk.)
"No! Don't! We need to save Draco!" we begged. (How can you possibly be saying the exact same things at the exact same time?)
"No." he said meanly. "I don't give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony." he said while he frowned looking at me. "Besides I never liked him that much anyway." then he walked away. (I don't know who this guy is, but I'd very much like my sherbet lemon loving barmy old codger back. Ol' Dumbles is the best headmaster ever. I mean, come on, he hires half-giants and werewolves as teachers. He doesn't deserve this kind of canon rape.)
Vampire started crying. "My Draco!" he moaned. (AN: don't u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!) (Eh, it really depends on WHO they are to be honest, but yeah this is one of the only times Tara and I actually agree on something. Jazz and Prowl? I ship it so hard. They're meant for each other. And they're both pretty damn smokin' hot. What's not to ship?)
"Its okay!" I tried to tell him but that didn't stop him. (No shizz Sherlock.) He started to cry tears of blood. (Why?) Then he had a brainstorm. (He has a brain?) "I had an idea!" he exclaimed. (He had one, but now it's gone. This is what happens when you only have a few braincells to rub together.)
"What?" I asked him.
"You'll see." he said. He took out his wand and did a spell. Then… suddenly we were in Voldemprt's lair! (Uh…there's so much wrong with this sentence, I can't even begin to explain.)
We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. "Allah (AHKBAR!) Kedavra!"
It was….. Voldemort! (Why was he there? I thought this was Voldemprt's lair. St Mungo's is getting a letter of complaint; since they still haven't picked him up.)
Short, uninteresting chappie here, though again, I'm sure Tara was very proud of it.