Queen Of Death

Prologue

I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs to The oh so wonderful 
J.K. Rowling.

This will be very gay so if you do not like then you don't have to read. I recommend you do not read any of the stuff i write.

I hope you all enjoy. I know i will.

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Hi I'm Harry Potter, maybe you have heard of me. Or you heard the names 'the-boy-who-lived' or 'Gryffindor golden boy' others like that. I never really cared for fame. Especially since I was only a baby when I supposedly earnt it. I just want a normal life, whether I be a muggle or wizard I couldn't care less.

Soon I'm going to be 17 and going to start 6th year at Hogwarts. Yay! Not. As much as I call Hogwarts home, I'm surrounded by people who have different views about me. They either want to be friends with me because of my fame or they are slytherins and hate me or they just simply ignore me. I like the ones who ignore me the most.
(Enough talking get on with the story) Jeez alright.

I was on my way to the living room when I heard them talking. Someone forgot the silencing charm.

'When can we stop being friends with the freak. You know what happend with him and Malfoy last year. He could hurt anyone of us by accident, especially Ron, he can't keep his gob shut,' The voice of H-Hermione said. What the hell? Backstabbing bitch.

'I can't help it. He can be such a brat sometimes. Thinking we can help him with those muggles. The Durdles? He thinks he can stay with my family. After everything we have done for him,' Ron scoffed. Him two?

'Shush you two. Three more years then Dumbledore can kill him. And we get all his money,' (I'm sorry) S-Sirius. Why of all people? Why him?!

'I can't wait to get rid of the mutt,' (sorry again) R-Remus. Who else?

'All of you shut it he might hear,' Molly hissed. Okay, not that supprised anymore.

'Don't worry sweety, I put up a spell,' Arthur said. Arthur turned towards the door and winked at Harry with a sad smile. At least I can trust one of them.

'Mum when can I stop seducing him? It's revulting,' Ginny questioned. Don't worry Ginevra, I know its revulting. Your not my type. I thought my rainbow was sitting right above my head.

'Not long sweety,' Molly answered.

'Why can't Ron do it. It is obvious the freaks into guys,' Ginny scoffed. Glad you noticed.

'Eww hell no, I'm not a fag,' (sorry for that, I hate the word.)

'Anything to get that thing of yours to use. I'm not going anywhere near it.' Hermione said. Pfft nice one. But ew, I'd never do anything with Ronald.

'Why not I know you wanna,' Ronald said in a smug voice.

'Ha no I dont know were it's been,' Hermione replied with a grimace.

'Shut it would ya. But anyway you have a point, at least I'd get something out of it,' Weasel said. Ewwwwwww never in a million years! The disgusting frick, he'll do anything just to get his 3 inch dick up something.