My hair is like a plum of bird's feathers all of different colors and with bright bits. Much of what people say when they look at me is very good, like I am prettiness insight, though sometimes I fear I am a bit chubby on my cheeks and no amount of xercise can get that off, sorry. Also sometimes I am a wolf.
But first, you do not know my name! It is very key to this story, since this is the story about me, so I will tell you this also! I am Titania Demonis Leedar! You can call me Titania because we will all be friends shotly! (and if you will not be my fred then sotp reading this story and die!!!)
Soon, knocking at my door was Lav-Lav, who said 'Titania, you need to get up because Hermininy is perving on your boy.' She is talking about Harry Potter, bts, who I have always been in love with since first year and supported every year but did not speak to because I am badly shy.
'Hell no!' I told Lavendar, 'He is ma boy! She can fo and cry in the libary like she does every day!" And I get dressed quickly under my robe and run outside (but not outside outside, only to the Grate Hall)
.There I see that Harry is sitting in the Hall eating with sobody. It was Hermiminy!
"Get outta that seat!" I yell at her and I tip her out & I slid onto the bench next to Harry Pooter. I shyly avoid looking into his deep green emerald-colored eyes which getting my breakfast. Surrepsticiously, I watch Harry out of the side-corner of my eyes. He looked at my hands not the strumpet who sobs at the ground so I felt better and eat my cheetos slower, looking. Harry Potter has a pretty face like if he was an hot asian but Britainish and it makes my nerves get up.
"Hi," I tell him, looking at him out of my eyelashes, "I am Titania Demon Today."
"I know that," he says. "Your in my class now."
"Yeah. I am the Transfer Student from Durmstring, but one of the nice ones. I had been born in this country years ago and now I moved back here again. If you hate me because I'm a mudblood we're through."
"Oh that's cool! I am also half mudblood!"
"Dude! That is not cool! Just because you are half Britainish doesn't mean you can say that word! Only mudbloods can say mudblod."
"No, its okay because even though I was born in the Wizard World I live in Slurry now," Harry explains. 'So I'm also from Britain too!"
I was really happy to discover that Harry Potter was not just a wizard but secretly a mudblood like me too. It was a relief off my shoulders and I took hold of his hand and held it happily. "Thank you for telling me that, Harry Potter," I promise, "you are really nice and pretty too."
"I know, but no-one beleves me when I say Voldemort is back!"
"I do," I explain, "Durmstring hears about lots of things and I know every thing about you and I fully support you!"
"Really?"
"Really."
Then we kiss (after I swallow my mouthful of cheetos first, you sicko).
*:)--thisisthebreakthisisthebreak--):*
Then the plot suddenly happened! Harry, who is my boyfriend, was Kid-napped by the Dinozzos sent by the Dark Lord, he-who-shalt-not-be-named but I call I-am-lord-Voldemort because Harry told me every thing about Tom Riddler (the Kid one) making acronyms in the Basement of hogwarts.
Harry took off on his broom with all of them following. I was going to go after them the help Harry Potter but then an hand went on my shoulder. I screamed.
I was Dumbledore! And his followers, the Secret Orders!
"My dear miss," Dumbledore says, 'I am afraid, you cannot follow Harry now."
"But I love him!"
"He is going where you must not follow."
Somehow I knew this, but I cannot just accept people saying things like that. "But why?!' I wail, dropping my broom.
"Because this is a school, dear girl, not the auroras." He must have seen the defence in my face because he scowled under his beard. "And you are to be in detention now for littering."
I followed his finger and stomp on the broom angrily. Dumbledore set me up. "I spit on your illegal litteringery!" I yell "I must save Harry, who is my boyfriend!"
"But it is to dangerous," Dumbledore pleaded. "You must stay here, where it is safe and there are lots of people."
"But Harry is with people too! And none of them are safe!" I knew I had him there because Dumbeldore could not explain these people were under his secret orders until I was Of-Age, and he didn't know that I had been held back 4 times at Durmstring for being a muggle, while Harry had gotten held back 3 times at his primary school for being a magic he-witch. So even though I was Of-Age and knew about his secret orders, he didn't know I knew.
But I was not smug, and made sure to be pretty to him in his defeat. I pat his shoulder and say, "You can still call me Dear, Dr. Dumbledore (doctor because he's a professor, see). Just do not ever call me a girl ever again when I am the one who will save Harry."
Dumbledore busted into teers nad nodded. "I shalt," he promises. "You must call me Brian though."
"I thought you were clalled Albus?" I question.
"Only on Tuesdays... I have many names!"
"Okay. Now we can go save Harry Potter! My boyfriend!"
*-:(--thisisthebreakthisisthebeak--(:-*
Then the thing happened, witch was very akward. And it ended up with Voldemort misteriously dead (I did it, btw) and Harry had to be untied out of his bonds of Darklyserious sting, which is made out of fiend fire, and not the good kind... so out of my love I sacrificied my hands to untie him and thus found out that I was fireproof! And my kisses healed people (only kidding, they only healed Harry Potter because only hes my boy fiend, you sicko) out of the secret and scared magic of Love.
Once Harry stopped crying Harry and I sat there in another random graveyard hugging for some minutes. Voldemort was smoking gently over behind an old timestone.
I was just glad it was over and he was crying over the necessary sacrifice of his Firebolt (I only did to show our love!) and we were both jut glad this whole night mare and his parents's killer was dead.
Then Dumbledore was there, looking threatening as. "Dearie," he says, "you are walking a dark path."
"But I saved Harry Potter!" I rptoest.
"You did a ritual, I can see you sacrificed a living broom in order to empower yorself. That is Evil."
"No."
"Thou shont (Hermininy said this is shant past tense and Harry believes her but I didn't know it then so I probably shont have told you that ;)) have done that. It was not your destiny, but Harrys."
"No that is fine," I explain, "because we made our marriage vows in the fight and so everything that is his is mine including his Fate."
"Still," Dumbledore said sillily.
I decide to ignore him by kissing my husband Harry Otter noisily. Dumbledore is making sounds of disgust but thankfully the rest of his secret orders shush him because marriage is a sacred bond, what gave me the power to defeat Voldemort was even his unwavering love, and today is my wedding night. Dumbledore is a very silly man to not understand the True power of love, which is Me.
Hopefully this shows him.
But he is old, and thus stupid. He then tries to pull Harry away from me.
"Hey," Harry complains.
I kick Dumbledore's foot. I stamp on his instep. I break his toe.
"Ow," Dumbledore says.
"Back away from my husband!" I yell.
"Albus, bridestealing is a very punishable offence," Professor MacGonagall says nervously.
"Dont be silly," Dumbledore says, "Harry is not the bride, this would be groomnapping. And that is a very outdated institution neither Harry nor the dear girl would want to take part in. Miss Titania is merely confused."
"Oyoy!" I yell. He did not just say that. "I am a witch just like you you bigot and so I can follow magical laws if I want just not when they oppress me! And we got married in the eyes of Dame Magyk on the battlefield."
MacGonagall swooned. "Oh how romanic!"
"Exactly. And besides even though Harry's my husband hes the one who promised to 'love honor, and obey' so technically he's the bride and I'm the groom so literally evverything you just said was wrong, oh and Dumbledore"
"Yes?" he asks nervously.
"DON'T CALL ME GIRL!" and I kicked him in the candied nuts.
Booyah.
Then Harry and I got married again in the muggle way where every one watched and cheered, even Hermioniny who turned out to be only jealous of me and Harry Potter and realised once we were married that it was meant to be and became my girl friend two. Why did I let her say sorry? Well, Marrying Ron Weasley and then eloping with Victor Krum mellowed Hermioniny out and that was really the best any of us can hope for when it is not the True Love.Dumbeldore had to go to St. Mangos hospital until he was called Percival again I kicked him so hard and by the time he got out his secret order had unionised and were stricking at him for better wokring conditions. The remaining people of Voldemort mostly became productive members of society except Lucius Malfoy who started feeding the ducks with alarcity
.the end.
*:)--thisthend--(:-*
A/N im so sorry the firebolt had to die but it could have been worse. i had it as hedwig onitially but that made my prof reader cry and she said it was like in thebooks too so i had to change it because i don't want to be accused of plaguerism when im going to bde a professional writer soon.