J. K. Rowling must die. A horrible, gruseome, very long death filled with recitations of badly written fanfiction. But first, she needs to finish the seventh book. Then she can die.


Well, as you can probably see, I got the sixth Harry Potter book. Got it yesturday at about six in the evening and just now finished it. Its... uh... nine thirty in morning? (woo hoo! One sitting once again!) And I will tell you this right off:

I AM IN DENIAL.

I refuse to believe it. Oh, not about what happened. (I shall not put any specifics, in case there is someone reading this who hasn't read it yet.) But about the true loyalties of Hogwart's resident Prince. It just didn't add up. Why did he stop the Death Eaters from torturing Harry, hmm? Yeah yeah... that pathetic excuse. Nope, I refuse to believe it. ITS NOT TRUE DAMNIT!!!

I'm going to write some fanfiction... and then shove it down Rowling's throat.