The boy with the scar on his forehead held the wand in his hand. He faced the man whose wand matched exactly this one of his own. He knew what he had to do, this was a matter of life and death. There was only one way of doing it the right way. Any wrong ingredient could spoil the hard work he put into the years of practice. "You can do it", said the dark-haired mentor who just walked in. So, the boy threw the stolen toad into the bubbling cauldron and dipped his wand right into it. He stirred and smiled at his noseless father: "Now this is how to cook a nice goulash." His parents applauded; These were the two men who had adopted him when his natural parents had died at the hand of an old bearded Paranoid. Now this happy family enjoyed a nice barbecue.
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Postmodern Harry Potter Vignette
FanfictionThis is a Vigniette that I had to do in class. The point is to "disappoint" the readers expectation.
