Make Harry refuse sex if voldie doesn't behave

Honestly as often as I've read this I still can't get over their sheer gall in demanding to know who he was writing too as if every aspect of Harry's existence is their business. I'd have told them where to get off. He is allowed to write to whomever he likes: even Dumbledore had way overstepped his bounds there in telling Harry not to write to friends and his friends not to write him.

voldemort in only boxers?!

Perhaps one day you'll come back and finish this. Your followers do deserve that much. We do realize real life interferes, but a simple note explaining goes a long way. I know that this is 6 years late but a well written and amusing story is always worth reading. Please try to finish. Thank you

What's with Cho Chang? She was a year ahead of Harry. Did she flunk seventh? Maybe use Hannah Abbot or Susan Bones? Perfect ending. Harry's reaction is priceless. Thanks

Very late, but I just found this story. Harry was inside a magical store in Knockturn Ally, when he stumbled over a stuffed bird. As it was quite old, it fell apart, scattering feathers in the air. Harry inadvertently swallowed one, unaware it was magically cursed. When a person inhaled a feather, then laughed, it activated a tickling curse. The more the person laughed, the more feathers replicated. As the curse was internal, the cursee was unable to stop laughing. The feathers continued to replicate, eventually crushing the internal organs. Being unable to breathe, the person laughed themselves to death. Death by feather. Thanks, his death mode was funny.

please update soon

Hope to read more.

Please write some more of your awesome chapters!

Plz FINISH ITS TO AWSOME TO STOP THERE! Agh!

Please update soon

Do you think it's possible to stab someone 349 times, cursing them with "Septmumsmdra" 349 time, ripping out their voice box, 5 organs, dismember them, slowly tearing out every single lock of hair from their head (Hopefully taking out some chunks of skin), injecting non-fatal-but-extremely-painful poison into their blood stream while keeping them under the Cruciatus curse? (And the Perfctius Tortalus, so they won't thrash around) without killing them?

And then dropping them in a saltwater-filled tank with Great Whites is a perfect finishing touch to their already-mutilated-body!

NO, I TRUST YOU. YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND. YOU KNEW ABOUT THE DURSLEY. YOU TRAITOR

une mort dès plus héroïque huh hum
fascinant

c'était pathétique sérieusement!
empalé par sa propre baguette, qu'elle fin ridicule pour le garçon qui a survécu