Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Homocidal ❯ Random victims and the finale! ( Chapter 5 )
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Published: 01-09-04 - Updated: 03-14-04 id:1679703
CHAPTER FIVE
Dumbledore's not a dumbass. So he noticed the pattern of the
slaying. Unusual detached owl, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, Hagrid,
Seamus, Dean, Professor Snape, Professor Mcgonagall, Ginny,
Colin....they all had a connection with a certain boy but who?...
Dumbledore walked around the office with a sudden expression.
Harry...wow! No shit Sherlock! Why the hell I never thought of
the goody two-shoes bastard!
Then he turned to his desk. Time for some lemon drops.
But little did Albus Dumbledore know that he was not the only
person to enter his office that day, and his lemon drops weren't the
best things for him at the moment. Or ever, as they were poisoned, by
Harry himself. Harry, ducking behind a potted plant, watched with glee
as the famed headmaster of Hogwarts made his demise. He was giggling
again, and he snorted as the body before him twitched. This was the best
one yet!
Harry was extremely pleased; he had stomped on the dead
Dumbledore's body, wondering if they would get a new headmaster. He now
sat in the dormitory room, thinking about all the people he had killed
and how much they really had annoyed him. He walked out of the
Gryffindor common room and killed a person whom he did not know. He
looked at the blood spread across the ground and collected it, pouring
it all over his next random victim. He then used the bloody corpse to
whack his third random victim to death.
Suddenly, thunder was heard, and the lights went out. A cloaked
figure appeared in the doorway. A voice was heard.
"Stop the MADNESS, Harry! I, Lord Voldemort, beg you to!!"
"Yea, sure Voldie. And Britney Spears' a virgin. Oh just give
the shit up!"
"You...called...me...VOLDIE!!!!!!"Voldie *ahem* I mean
Voldermort's face grew redder by the second, "Grrr....you fuckin' DIE
mother fucka!!!!!!!"
"Don't go that way, Vo-d'oh. I will go oprah on ya ass"
"Bring it on man-bitch"
"Okay I will man-whore"
Voldemort was about to pull out his wand....Only to discover that he had
misplaced it. The time he wasted frantically looking for his wand gave
Harry enough time to throw a knife at his reptilian head. Lord Voldemort
was dead in a heartbeat.
Later, when the body was found, Harry was hailed as a hero
(again) even though his giggling made everyone nervous. Soon, he rode
off into the sunset on his firebolt, his trusty knife in hand, ready for
the next kill.
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Published: 01-09-04 - Updated: 03-14-04 id:1679703
CHAPTER FIVE
Dumbledore's not a dumbass. So he noticed the pattern of the
slaying. Unusual detached owl, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, Hagrid,
Seamus, Dean, Professor Snape, Professor Mcgonagall, Ginny,
Colin....they all had a connection with a certain boy but who?...
Dumbledore walked around the office with a sudden expression.
Harry...wow! No shit Sherlock! Why the hell I never thought of
the goody two-shoes bastard!
Then he turned to his desk. Time for some lemon drops.
But little did Albus Dumbledore know that he was not the only
person to enter his office that day, and his lemon drops weren't the
best things for him at the moment. Or ever, as they were poisoned, by
Harry himself. Harry, ducking behind a potted plant, watched with glee
as the famed headmaster of Hogwarts made his demise. He was giggling
again, and he snorted as the body before him twitched. This was the best
one yet!
Harry was extremely pleased; he had stomped on the dead
Dumbledore's body, wondering if they would get a new headmaster. He now
sat in the dormitory room, thinking about all the people he had killed
and how much they really had annoyed him. He walked out of the
Gryffindor common room and killed a person whom he did not know. He
looked at the blood spread across the ground and collected it, pouring
it all over his next random victim. He then used the bloody corpse to
whack his third random victim to death.
Suddenly, thunder was heard, and the lights went out. A cloaked
figure appeared in the doorway. A voice was heard.
"Stop the MADNESS, Harry! I, Lord Voldemort, beg you to!!"
"Yea, sure Voldie. And Britney Spears' a virgin. Oh just give
the shit up!"
"You...called...me...VOLDIE!!!!!!"Voldie *ahem* I mean
Voldermort's face grew redder by the second, "Grrr....you fuckin' DIE
mother fucka!!!!!!!"
"Don't go that way, Vo-d'oh. I will go oprah on ya ass"
"Bring it on man-bitch"
"Okay I will man-whore"
Voldemort was about to pull out his wand....Only to discover that he had
misplaced it. The time he wasted frantically looking for his wand gave
Harry enough time to throw a knife at his reptilian head. Lord Voldemort
was dead in a heartbeat.
Later, when the body was found, Harry was hailed as a hero
(again) even though his giggling made everyone nervous. Soon, he rode
off into the sunset on his firebolt, his trusty knife in hand, ready for
the next kill.