♣ bellatrix - cannibal || HP ♠

1. In casual conversation, constantly ask: "Now what was the name of that kid with the scar again?"

2. Anytime they bring up the books, close your ears and sing loudly - then tell them they're spoiling it for आप (even if आप have no intention of पढ़ना them).

3. Ask what "HP" stands for.

4. When they begin to theorize, bluntly say "I think Harry is in cahoots with Voldemort and it's all just a huge publicity stunt."

5. Tell them आप think the फिल्में are better than the books.

6. Suggest they read the पुस्तकें on SparkNotes, because it's a lot faster.

7. Destroy any and all of their delusions...

1. Should Dudley be backing up for any reason, go "beep, beep, beep . . ."

2. Egg their house. Don't feel confined to chicken eggs.

3. कोट their entire रसोई, रसोईघर with butter.

4. Get a cheap Muggle cell phone. Give it a very annoying ring tone, and set it to ring every घंटा on the hour. Make it invisible. Hide it in the air vent of their house.

5. Charm their garden hose to come to life and spray them down.

6. Charm their lawn to sprout large purple mushrooms. When stepped on, these mushrooms should squeak loudly.

7. Replace any फूल in their garden with the ever लोकप्रिय water squirting flowers....

For several long seconds, George’s mind refused -- no, was unable -- to comprehend what his eyes were telling it. He could not believe it; surely it was not possible. A joke, या a misunderstanding, या something serious, but not that serious, not enough to warrant the tears on everyone’s faces, nor his mother’s silence and outstretched arms. Not enough for Charlie’s pale face and blank eyes, nor Ginny’s quiet whimpers, nor Percy’s shoulders, heaving with silent sobs.

And then the awareness seeped through, the sight of Fred’s body registered, and there was something in his throat,...

I don´t know if this part will be a little bit confusing for some ppl but i hope आप like it!
I really प्यार to write this story...
Thank आप so much




His eyes were blue as always… but cold, intimidating, as the eyes of a wolf. We were in a room where I had never been before what surprised me. It was a small room with many old broken tables and chairs stowed on चोटी, शीर्ष of each other, wood shelves wrapped in मकड़ी webs caring old goblets. In one corner was a large mirror blurry द्वारा dust, all of it was made of सोना and I could see my face reflected in it. I was pale like a ghost and his eyes were still...