A frying pan did it by fvdv123

Chapter 7

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Dear miss J.K., … I do this for free.

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Saturday, we spend doing our essays, messing around with Tonks, socializing with Expendable character B and the other boys from our year. I decided to take a walk on my own. It was time to get a Tiara.

7 A Tiara to end it all.

I made my way to the seventh floor, you might think I am rushing it, but to be honest? If you read Goddess Rowling's sixth book, then you must have noticed her talent to smear a story over a whole school year. The memories Dumbledore showed could have been taken care of in an afternoon, Draco… meh, just off the creep.

Now, take one who knows the story, and what is going to happen, will he just follow canon? Afraid to change the outcome to something worse? Follow classes, and prevent Hermione to cry in the loo? Don't get caught smuggling Norberta?

I had to endure the Dursleys because I had no way into the magic world as long Dumbledore had me in his grip, and me too weak to defend myself. I did prevent the abuse from them and had time to prepare.

Once I am in the open, any changes have to be done in a minimum of time, before the bad guys can adapt to the new situation. Which means dispose of Voldemort and Dumbledore as fast as possible.

So for all those fan-fic stories about self-inserts and time travelers in fourth-year, doing the tasks and allowing Barty Jr to teach for a year, just for a chance at the resurrection? I admit it will get a bigger word count.

My goal is to end it fast, kill the bad guys, learn some magic… Dammed, I am too young to even enjoy the presence of girls, let alone being able to do something with Tonks. Bloody puberty hasn't even started yet. My fucking brother got smothered with girls in his fan-fic. Like Hannah said: I have to wait until fourth year! Those are four bloody years! On top of that, I probably have to share with Neville. Hannah and Susan are all over his case, I guess Megan too.

True, Daphne and Tracey want to wait… four bloody long years. I have to watch out for fucking Diggory, he is a pretty boy. Well… I just push Chang in his direction.

Hmm? Where was I going? Ah, yes, Tiara.

Xxxxx

After checking my map, I paced before the wall concentrating on the room of hidden things. The door appeared, and I entered a big hall filled with junk, on my mental demand the door faded. This is something else, again the movie did not do it justice at all. It was bigger than a pro football stadium, fit for a hundred thousand fans.

This could take some time. I closed my eyes and focused my senses to detect dark magic. My range is about a hundred feet, thirty feet range is fairly accurate. The place lit up like a Christmas fair. Tuning it onto the feeling I had in my scars for years, I started to wander through the alleys. This place is better than Aladdin's treasure cave! I am so going to loot this place clean.

The vanishing cabinet was not yet in here, if memory serves me right, a Slytherin is shoved in it by the Weasel twins in a few years, so a bust with a wig on top is the thing to look for. There were a lot of funny things to find though, Paintings of the weirdest things possible, Centaurs that are getting busy… Different paintings of naked witches, some trying to hide behind their bed, others provoking me. Wizards can be kinky too. I saw proof of the Puff underwear, a whole trunk filled with black and yellow underwear, from grandma-style to tong. Was that from the marauders' time? The big Hufflepuff panty raid?