The Other Potter. Book Four.

Like a me.

Everyone gasped and pretty much everyone held their breaths.

How sweet people are worried about me!

“Willow, duck!” Harry shouted.

It was so unnecessary for him to shout, considering he tackled me anyway.

Gosh.

Just because I was going to be burnt alive by a dragon.

Sooooo disrespectful.

“Harry, you’re Firebolt, go.” I said pointing up toward the giant flying broomstick.

I bet you thought I was gonna say dragon then. Weren’t you?

“I bet you didn’t even notice.” Lucy added.

“NO ONE ASKED YOU LUCY!”

What’s going on?

OH SHIT DRAGON!

And I sprinted, like a coward, around the arena.

I’m so cool.

I looked up, and Harry was floating on him Firebolt in the sky. Coward.

Well, I can tell this story to my kids.

‘This one time, I was fighting a dragon, because you’re uncle is a pussy – cat! I meant cat.’

I have no idea what I’m talking about.

Wow! I’m hypo!

Weird...

Llama. Llama.

OH MY GOD! I’M VERSING A GIANT FLYING DINOSAUR! IT WOULD BE SO MUCH COOLER IF IT WAS PURPLE!

OH MY GOD!

PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON, LIVED BY THE SEA, AND FROLLOCKED IN THE AUTUMN WINDS IN THE LAND OF HONALEEEEE!

I don’t even know the lyrics.

What are lyrics?

LYRICAL ABSTRACTION!

What?

NO BODY KNOWS! WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IN MY MIND!

AND NEITHER DO IIIIII!

I looked ahead of me, The dragon reared on its back legs. That’s kind of Doglike...

“WILLOW RUN!” George’s voice screamed from the stands.

And then the dragon shot flames at me....

 “OWW! SHITCAKES!” I screamed as they seared across my arm.

MY ARM HURTS!

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE ANYWAY?

DAMNIT SARAH!

Who’s sarah?

Ya mum.

What?

Oww, my arm hurts...

And that’s when I blacked out.

Ahahaha, not really, how lame would I be if I passed out by looking a dragon in the face!

Oww my arm.

“WHAT THE FRICK IS GOING ON!” I shouted.

“GET OUT OF THERE!” all of the judges yelled. “GET OUT!”

Didn’t have to tell me twice...They did but...Shhh...It’s a secret.

WHERE THE HELL IS THE EXIT!