Number Twenty-Three: Death by Harry Potter
Cyclops had been killed so many times; it was beginning not to bother him anymore. In fact, he was almost interested in what amusing, bizarre and totally obscure way he would die next. So, he was sitting out in the sunshine watching birds sing, the sun shine, and the occasional rabbit rabbiting when he suddenly heard three voices behind him.
Scott turned round to look and saw a tall, redheaded long nosed boy followed by a really ugly girl and a boy with dark messy hair and a whopping great scar. He stared at them, because they were dressed in weird long black cloaks. “Even Logan doesn’t dress that weird,” he muttered.
The girl was holding a fairly long twig out at Scott. She mumbled some weird words but nothing much happened. She shook it, as if she expected it to be a magic twig. “It’s not working,” she said, perplexed.
“Let me try,” said the Scar Boy. He also had a twig, which he tried to point at Scott.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked.
“We’re--” The girl began. “Hey, Crookshanks!” An orange cat was bouncing towards Scott. “Come back!”
Crookshanks began to eat Scott’s trousers.
The girl gave the twig one last annoyed shake, and it emitted a green spark, which hit the redhead on the nose. He fell backwards to the ground. Scott looked on, unconcerned. The girl however, rushed towards him. “RON!” she wailed.
The boy with the scar stared at her. “Is he alright?”
“NO!” she wailed dramatically. “Don’t you know anything? He’s DEAD! I KILLED HIM!”
“You killed Ron?” The other boy asked worriedly.
“Yes, I did,” the girl screamed. “Harry, I killed Ron! He’s dead! I’ll never see him again!” She began sniffling and then wiped her nose on Ron’s sleeve. She took her stick. “I don’t deserve to live!” She jammed the twig up her nose so fast she must have stabbed her brain, and collapsed over Ron’s cold body.
“Does everyone I love have to die?” Harry wailed, thinking of his parents in a parent-love way, and his best friends in a romantic way (yes both of them).
“Heya Harry,” called a voice. Scott was amazed to see the voice belonged to a man who was at least as big as Blob.
“Hagrid!” said Harry, his bright green eyes lighting up.
Suddenly Hagrid clutched his chest. “Oh... no... dying... heart attack,” he moaned, and fell, landing on top of both Ron and the girl.
“No!” said Harry angrily. “It’s not fair!” Blinking away tears, he stared over at Scott curiously. He was sitting on the grass, casually propped up on one elbow while Crookshanks chewed on his ankle.
Harry took his own life with a large pair of scissors while he watched Crookshanks devour Scott slowly.
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