(PARODY) Super Secret leaked chapter of "Harry Potter 7!"

[Pab Sungenis]

Chapter 47

The Bay Of Evil

Harry glared at the evil visage before him. Ron and Hermione lay, helpless, on the ground behind him. Whether they were dead or merely stunned he couldn't be sure; he dared not divert his attention from his nemesis.

"You see now, Potter," Lord Voldemort hissed, "why I did not kill you on any of the numerous occasions we met in the past."

"You vile, wicked thing! Why don't you just put me out of my misery?"

Harry kept his wand pointed directly at Voldemort's head, which took much effort. He felt both fatigue and frustration causing his wand arm to become heavier and heavier. Thousands of tiny little pins and needles were pricking his arm and it was starting to go numb. Harry knew that this wasn't some evil spell doing this, it was just the stress of keeping his arm extended as long as he had been forced to.

"Ah, you see," Voldemort said while forcing his deformed face into what approximated a grin, "I intend to do something much better. Rather than end your life, I'm simply going to spoil it."

"Spoil it?"

"Yes. I don't intend, now or ever, to put you out of your misery. Instead, I intend to put you out of your mystery."

With that, Voldemort raised his hand, and a book suddenly appeared in it. It was large, with a yellow dust jacket, and a picture of a young man in robes on the cover.

A picture of Harry.

"What is that?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"This, Potter," Voldemort sneered, "is your future!"

At that, several dozen people apparated behind Voldemort. He handed the book to one of them, who started, slowly, handing it off to the others. Each time it passed from person to person, another copy appeared in the hands of the person who handed it off. As time went on, more people started appearing behind this tableau of book duplication. Some dressed in 17th-century pirate garb, others as pitchfork-wielding demons, others in garb that was too bizarre for Harry to try and describe.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I am making sure the entire world knows your future! Every one in the world will know what happens to you three days before it actually happens! Then, when you and your destiny finally collide, no one will care!"

Harry realized that his wand arm had finally succumbed to the forces of exhaustion and pain that had been dogging it for so long. Surrendering to fatigue, Harry barely had the energy to let out a plaintive scream before Voldemort threw another copy of the book directly at Harry, hitting him right above his scar.