LOOK IT'S PART TWO. Where have you BEEN?
Let's get right into this before my sick brain makes me write notes I shall regret. D8
Harry decided it was time to speak up. He's the one the damn book series is focused on, why does he not have any lines!
"What are you going to do? We're KINDOFINTHEMIDDLEOFALIFEANDDEATHBATTLEHERE."
He used his empty hand to indicate the silent Voldemort and himself.
Arthur blinked.
" I'm going to kill Voldemort, of course."
Harry gasped as Voldemort whipped his head around to look, wide-eyed at Arthur.
"OH NO YOU DI-NT!" Harry exclaimed. "THAT'S MY JOB!!!! IT'S IN THE DA-"
"PROPHECY I GET IT YES. You are magic and you have a scar on your forehead. Woopti-flipn'-doo." Arthur rolled his eyes.
YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!!??"
"...What is it with you people and caps locking? It's rather annoying..."
" I THINK I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE YELLY! YOU'RE GOING TO BLOODY KILL ME!"
"We all die someday." Arthur said wisely.
" HSJLKFHSDFGYHFKJ." Voldemort said in a very clear voice.
" HOLD ON. Hold. On. You can't kill him." Harry was really starting to wonder why Arthur had all the lines.
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR SINCE I WAS 11! E-LE-VEN!!" Harry flailed his arms about. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A GUY, KNOWING HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE-"
"Yeah, look, I really am sorry about th-"
"-I WASN'T DONE." Harry coughed, and took a deep breath. " KNOWING HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE, AND THEN TO HAVE SOME CRAZY BLOKE COME IN A SAY 'SORRY, NOT TODAY.' ?!"
There was a silence as Harry panted, and Arthur and Voldemort stared.
The Dark Lord scooted away slightly.
"....That's so sad. Anyway." Arthur turned to Voldemort. " Time for your death."
"What, no final meal? Last words? ANYTHING?"
"Nope."
"....Screw that. AVADA KADAVRA-"
"FAIL" Arthur yelled before Voldemort could finish.
"Wha-"
Voldemort was so shocked by the random act of lolcat that he missed, instead causing the spell to bounce off Harry's scar, and hit himself in the chest.
He died at the age of really hella old.
No one cared.
Arthur looked strangely pleased with himself.
Harry, in contrast, butt first one the ground, rubbing his forehead.
"...The hell was THAT?!"
"My own brand of magic, Harry. Thanks by the way." He walked over and patted Harry's head.
"Knew you would come in handy someday." With that he turned and started walking away.
Harry gaped at Arthur's retreating, sweater-vest clad back.
As his fine (ass) form disappeared into the mist, all Harry could say was:
"....KNEW I WOULD COME IN HANDY SOMEDAY?!"
Oh Harry.
You and your CAPS.
LOLZ LAMEST DEATH EVER.
But I like it. :3
ARTHUR HAS DEFAETED YOU WITH THE POWER OF THE INTERNET.
Can you guys tell I didn't take this seriously at all?
Because I didn't. XD
Harry decided it was time to speak up. He's the one the damn book series is focused on, why does he not have any lines!
"What are you going to do? We're KINDOFINTHEMIDDLEOFALIFEANDDEATHBATTLEHERE."
He used his empty hand to indicate the silent Voldemort and himself.
Arthur blinked.
" I'm going to kill Voldemort, of course."
Harry gasped as Voldemort whipped his head around to look, wide-eyed at Arthur.
"OH NO YOU DI-NT!" Harry exclaimed. "THAT'S MY JOB!!!! IT'S IN THE DA-"
"PROPHECY I GET IT YES. You are magic and you have a scar on your forehead. Woopti-flipn'-doo." Arthur rolled his eyes.
YOU'RE GOING TO KILL ME!!??"
"...What is it with you people and caps locking? It's rather annoying..."
" I THINK I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE YELLY! YOU'RE GOING TO BLOODY KILL ME!"
"We all die someday." Arthur said wisely.
" HSJLKFHSDFGYHFKJ." Voldemort said in a very clear voice.
" HOLD ON. Hold. On. You can't kill him." Harry was really starting to wonder why Arthur had all the lines.
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN PREPARING FOR SINCE I WAS 11! E-LE-VEN!!" Harry flailed his arms about. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A GUY, KNOWING HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE-"
"Yeah, look, I really am sorry about th-"
"-I WASN'T DONE." Harry coughed, and took a deep breath. " KNOWING HE'S GOING TO HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE, AND THEN TO HAVE SOME CRAZY BLOKE COME IN A SAY 'SORRY, NOT TODAY.' ?!"
There was a silence as Harry panted, and Arthur and Voldemort stared.
The Dark Lord scooted away slightly.
"....That's so sad. Anyway." Arthur turned to Voldemort. " Time for your death."
"What, no final meal? Last words? ANYTHING?"
"Nope."
"....Screw that. AVADA KADAVRA-"
"FAIL" Arthur yelled before Voldemort could finish.
"Wha-"
Voldemort was so shocked by the random act of lolcat that he missed, instead causing the spell to bounce off Harry's scar, and hit himself in the chest.
He died at the age of really hella old.
No one cared.
Arthur looked strangely pleased with himself.
Harry, in contrast, butt first one the ground, rubbing his forehead.
"...The hell was THAT?!"
"My own brand of magic, Harry. Thanks by the way." He walked over and patted Harry's head.
"Knew you would come in handy someday." With that he turned and started walking away.
Harry gaped at Arthur's retreating, sweater-vest clad back.
As his fine (ass) form disappeared into the mist, all Harry could say was:
"....KNEW I WOULD COME IN HANDY SOMEDAY?!"
Oh Harry.
You and your CAPS.
LOLZ LAMEST DEATH EVER.
But I like it. :3
ARTHUR HAS DEFAETED YOU WITH THE POWER OF THE INTERNET.
Can you guys tell I didn't take this seriously at all?
Because I didn't. XD