OMG Dumbledore signed his own death notice

This story is so good!

PLEASE BAN ALL MPREG STORIES FROM THIS WEBSITE!
No we are not homophobic - just stick to biological possibilities, not sick impossible fantasies.

You missed a golden opportunity here: the address should have been 69 Diagon Alley...Need I say the reason?

:)

hahhaha what sad, useless life this haters must have to waste their time commenting and spreading hate on a ship. xD I pity them. pathetic

This story was quite good.
I liked all the twists and turns and Harry's powerful magic was something I've never seen before.
It was a Drarry story, yet it wasn't.
Thanks for keeping me entertained these past few days.
Thanks for writing it.
Take care and be safe!

So far, this Dark Harry story is quite good.
I like betrayal and revenge stories.
Can’t wait to see what you do next.
Onward I read.
Take care and be safe!

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Haven't read this yet. But I can go ahead and say that it truly must be a wonderful read! A fictional, completely not true story meant purely for entertainment must be really great if it attracts this many mouth breathing neck beards whose only purpose for paying for their internet bill is so they can mock and degrade a few innocent people purely out to entertain themselves and others. Real great contribution to society there, you complete wastes of brain cells. Bring one more person down just to boost yourself up a few more inches.

Honestly, get lost if you don't like it. Go read a hetero-centric fic, homophobe.

At HadrianSlytherinPeverell

We are just here to hate on Malfoy - all sane readers know this ship is ludicrous and we find it hilarious when fools like yourself vainly attempt to defend the undefendable!

We never read these terrible fics - just highlight the worst of the gushingly ridiculously stupid positive reviews and post the best/worst on reddit.

Mpreg must be the worst ever fanfiction concept produced by your insane tiny little minds.

Keep posting nasty fics and we'll keep posting nasty reviews...

To the haters of Drarry:
If you don't like the ship why waste the time to click on a fic that says Draco/Harry in the desc. It's sad that you have no lives and the only way you can feel better about it is to actively go out of the way to target other peoples works. Don't like don't click and stop wasting our time and the space in the comments section. Thank you have a great day.

(How a straight!Harry dimension hopping would really deal with bent4draco!Harry)

WORLD #333 – The One with No Excuse
A.K. recognized Number Four Privet Drive immediately. While never really a good sign, it wasn't necessarily a bad one either. He snuck his way quietly into the house. He double-checked the cupboard under the stairs out of habit, though he could tell there wasn't anyone in there.

When he got to the littlest bedroom, better known as Dudley's former second bedroom, he pressed his ear up to the door. Only a soft breeze and the sound of sleeping could be heard, so he cast a silencing charm and made his way on in. Harry's bed had been magically enlarged to a respectable looking Queen size, and he saw a pair of pale feet sticking out from under the massive fluffy looking comforter.

A.K. thought there seemed to be a few more lumps than normal, and as he looked around the room he saw not one, but two magical trunks. A.K. bent down to take a peek in them and in the first found his old Invisibility cloak, some Gryffindor robes, and the Marauder's Map. All perfectly normal things that brought A.K. comfort to see. Then he looked into the second trunk and found a bottle of hair gel. This was certainly different. It was when he pulled out another school robe, but this time with the emblem of Slytherin on it, that A.K. stumbled backwards in surprise.

"Wha-" A muffled voice called out from under the comforter. "What's going on?" Harry's head came peeking out from the covers. Only it was the bottom of the covers right next to the pale feet that now appeared to not belong to Harry.

A blonde head popped out from the top of the covers, slowly waking up as well. "Yes, love? Something the matter?"

Harry cracked open an eye to see the sheer disgust and horror on the face of the strange man in his room. He closed his eyes again, wondering if he could go back to sleep. Harry tiredly asked, "Who are you?"

"Avada Kedavra!" A.K. called out hitting the sleepy, young Malfoy scion in the face.

"Avada Kedavra?" the exhausted Harry said as he tenderly rubbed his lover's feet. "That's a pretty silly name," he explained with his wrist bent lazily. "How's aboots I call you A.K. instead?"

"Avada Kedavra!" A.K. insisted aiming towards Harry, who just happened to sit up at the right moment and missed being hit by only millimeters.

"Fine, fine, no nicknames. Got it." Harry said as he leaned backward towards Draco, tiredly wiping the crust from his eyes. He was showing a fair amount of asscrack through the top of his pajama pants. "Drakey Poo? Why isn't my Silver Serpent ticklish anymore?"

A.K. stepped forward and made sure not to miss this time. "Avada Kedavra!"

And just like that Harry Potter was dead.

A.K. just shook his head in disappointment. "How many of these goddamn worlds are there?"

While A.K. wasn't homosexual, and therefore didn't have the best judgment when it comes to attractive males, he still had to admit he could probably do better than Ron. Maybe someone like Oliver or even Seamus. Hell, Bill or Charlie might swing that way. But it doesn't matter what twisted justification a Harry makes. There's no excuse for Malfoy. Or Snape. Ever. Ever ever.

A.K. frowned looking at Harry's surprisingly fit and toned dead body next to the sickly pale ferrety thing...

Anyone shipping Harry and Malfoy is despicable and gets what they deserve.

Fuck you Drarry writers - there's a specific special place in the hottest hells reserved just for u creepy moron authors.

So here's a little antidote we found to despicable shipping of Harry & some ponce named something like Darco Maljoy.
[originally posted by some anonymous person from Connecticut on a subreddit in 2017]
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- January 1994 -
"AARRGHH!" Malfoy woke with a start, sweat covering his whole body.
A dream - no a fucking nightmare! - like no other he'd ever had before! Cuddling Potter! Fancying Potter! Squeezing Potter's bum! SHAGGING POTTER! He needed to owl his mother and organise a mind healer to meet him in Hogsmead this coming weekend. Fortunately it was only two days, but still.
He briefly considered if some potion or a substance had been slipped to him at dinner? Unlikely as the house elves would never allow it. He knew better than to ask Snape for any assistance. Chalk it up to experience and to NEVER tell his father was best way to go.

Despite multiple sessions with various mind healers, Malfoy could not throw off the recurring series of intense dreams until end of that school year.
He'd ended up a nervous wreak as even Pomfrey's endless use of more & more powerful dreamless sleep potions refused to work. They were vivid, detailed, varied and oh so bloody realistic!
He was listless, irritable, hardly slept and failed half his end of year exams. It had taken most of his father's influence, calling in multiple favours and a fifty thousand galleon contribution to the schools muggleborn education fund to keep him with his year mates. Having to repeat a year would mean so much loss of face, as to be social suicide in Slytherin political circles.
That rage in his father's face - and him snapping his cane in half! - when stood in headmaster's office as Dumbledore exceeding politely suggested that muggle fund donation, would never leave him. IF this continued next year, he'd find himself at Durmstrang before christmas.

As it was he expected extreme punishments from father during two month summer holidays. And of course Lucius Malfoy's punishments were nothing to laugh at. While nowhere near as pain inducing or sadistic as his aunt's infamous rages, the prospect of facing those subtle paternal tortures made his blood run cold. Not going to the Quidditch world cup was just for starters he soon found...
It was ALL POTTER'S FAULT! But the Gryffindor had ignored him since before that first dream. He couldn't imagine that stinking scarhead keeping silent if he had been involved in any way? Mudblood bitch Granger wouldn't break the rules like that and Weasel was too stupid to accomplish anything so subtle.

Draco's problems disappeared during July and August at Malfoy Manor, but returned with avengeance after arriving back at Hogwarts. He was packed off to the Scandinavian school before beginning of October & never saw the other schools arrive for for the Triwizard tournament.
Lack of rest, disorientation and nerves caused him to vomit spectacularly on arrival by portkey. That had been quite an ominous start to his new placement at the institute. With the headmaster and most of the best older students departing not long after to Hogwarts, most of remaining pupils & staff largely ignored him. After that it didn't really get terribly better.

It took a further eight damnable months to become free of those accursed dreams of being with Potter, kissing Potter, marrying Potter, HAVING POTTER'S BABIES and afterwards he never worked out where these perverse visions came from?
He had a extremely mediocre academic career at Durmstrang and left England for good after he graduated. The certainty of humiliation by bumping into any of his former Hogwart's schoolmates coloring his choice. Him going bald at twenty also didn't help matters - he put that down to stress of his father being chucked in Azkban and losing more than three quarters of Malfoy fortune in Ministry fines & reparations. Living in Austria he found some success as an exotic potions and powders trader. He never had any desire to marry, as any sexual contact with others made him picture Potter's face as they were in throws of passion. Those green eyes filled with potent lust! Eeep! And of course those flashbacks were even worse when he COULDN'T see Potter's face...

Voldemort's feeble attempt to return in 2041 was crushed by The Order of the Eternal Phoenix and Dumbledore's Legacy muggleborn group's Horcrux neutralizing charms & counter curses: Harry Potter's soul fragment having been removed years earlier at St. Mungo's under supervision of Hermione Granger-Weasley and her daughter Rose Longbottom.
The Boy Who Lived gaining final revenge by frying the so called 'Dark Lord' with a Muggle thermal lance was a final insult to Tom Jr. As Harry turned it on Riddle's limbless body, it was rumoured the screams could be heard from outside the Shrieking Shack to other side of Hogwarts.
(muggle ghost reports in the area spiked massively after that)

Draco Malfoy passed away from a particularly nasty strain of dragon pox in his ninety third year. Bald, wrinkled, bent and with sunken features, his remains could've been mistaken for a very tall house elf. Only two extremely distant relatives attended his funeral, and then that was mainly to see if he'd left them any gold. It was not to be, as what little he owned was eaten up by providing him with medical care in those last few sad years.

(Fred and George's replacement of Draco's haircream with one of their more potent products was never detected. They smirked for weeks when the blonde ferret unknowingly packed up two full tubs when he left for Durmstrang!
It was only revealed in 2136 at reading of the late Fred's will. Their nine hundred relatives and friends filling the Brighton & Hove Quidditch stadium pissed themselves laughing for almost an hour at the revelation! Harry Potter had to be taken into a New St. Mungo's ward for the strain on his elderly chest, but recovered in a couple of days. For generations to come wizards, witch's & even muggles would go out of their way to taunt a large portrait of Lucius and his son, which still hung in a quite corner of the Ministry atrium. Icing on cake of this would often be portrait Draco hurling obscene insults back or breaking down in hysterical sobbing - which incited portrait Lucius to snear & smack him across the back of the head!)

Many thanks to whoever came up with this - you're a total legend to render such hilarity!

Cut paste trolls are like herpes: once you got 'em you'll never be rid of them. We encourage any & all draco haters to please copy & paste this on any & all stupid drarry, dramione and other ludicrous pairings which feature the bullying blonde twat in any sort of positive light!
The Council of Seventeen Malfoy Hatand

oh every time i reed of storys wiv harry/draco 2gethrr i crys an start 2 cut my self agains in pain
y do u hurt us so much? it not tru an we all no it not tru but u stil post untru
i bleeds be coz off u not caring i cut 4 u telling all lies wiv ships of peepole hoo nots be 2gether ever
we crys cut an crys morr
plez stop 4 us
sadd gurlz
Sep 20 2009