Harry Potter and the Zombie Apocalypse

All original characters are dedicated to the awesome JK Rowling (who is my favourite author)

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The bustling streets of Diagon Alley weren't the same anymore. They were eerie and silent. The shoppers, which were usually bubbling with excitement, were muted and and still. I stepped forward, wand at the ready. My name is Harry Potter and I'm a wizard, according to Hagrid.

I crouched behind a barrel and the James-Bond-style-rolled to another. I vaulted a railing but my leg got caught so I landed flat on my face. A shopper drifted towards me so I whipped out my wand and pointed it at him.

"Get back otherwise I'll stupefy your face off!" I yelled.

He continued to approach me, the only thing between him and me was a table that could easily be walked around, he walked into it and tripped. I walked towards the body, pretty sure I wouldn't trip over it, I tripped over it and landed in a puddle. The puddle smelt weird. An arm grabbed my leg, I kicked out and, completely forgetting that I was wizard, threw my wand at him. The wand soared past his head and landed in a bin that had 'I love LONDON' graffiti-ed onto it. My hand fell on a conveniently placed broomstick, I smacked him round the face and his head sailed into a cauldron filled with potion. I walked to the cauldron and inspected it.

"We've got a floater." I said.

The buildings around me seemed too large to fit and Gringotts towered above them like a marble giant. I fished into the 'I love LONDON' bin trying to find the most important thing in the world...I found it. A McDonald's Happy Meal.

I escaped into the streets of London, the city was overrun. With my broomstick in hand, I jogged past the crowds of Zombie Wizards, swinging out at the odd straggler. The Zombie Wizards were chasing terrified Muggles through the roads, zombies were stupid but these were Zombie Wizards and this made them even more stupid. I didn't know what to do so I did the only thing I could do, I flew away on my broomstick and hoped someone else would solve the problem. I flew across the sea and didn't see the big, grey  building that was rapidly approaching because Malfoy had stole my glasses, I painfully slammed into the side and got dragged away by the sexiest Dementor I've ever seen. After, there was a mass breakout from Azkaban and it was all Sirius Black's fault *wink wink*

Eventually after two years my best friend Ron Weasley attempted to stop the zombies, he was eaten after two hours. Hermione Granger insisted that, like always, the answer was buried in a library. She spent hours sifting through books. But on one unfortunate night, she sheltered from a storm under a table stacked with big books. The table's legs gave way after many days of telling her it was only meant to hold coffee mugs. The table collapsed on her head and knocked her unconscious and there was an earthquake which caused all the bookshelves to fall and squish her. In the end it was Neville Longbottom who saved us all.