Pure.
Ownage.


Stare at those four dots for 30 seconds. Then stare at a wall.
This is NOT a screamer, I hate those.

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE
SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI
FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

Me neither.

I PM'd Ramrod like, 100 of those in one big square because he said that they were freaking him out.

Must... Resist... urge... to bow down to Ramrod!!!

If you guys aren't affected by optical illusions, I feel bad for you. They can be pretty fun.

Harry had tried everything he couldnt but he just couldnt seem to even lay a scratch on
Voldemort. The battle had been raging on for more than half an hour, and Harry was sure
that if Voldemort had wanted to end the fight, he could have done so in the first five
seconds. But Voldemort was relishing this fight, he was playing with Harry, mocking him
proving to him his obvious inferiority. Lord Voldemort was stronger, faster and much more
skilled than Harry, and he wanted to humiliate Harry before killing him off for good.

Harry laid down on one knee trying to catch his breath, the sun burning his skin with no
mercy. Voldemort was on the opposite end of the field, just standing there with signs of a
smirk on his snake-like face. He was enjoying this much more than Harry. They were standing
in front of the Riddle house, the battle from Harry's 4th year continuing. How he got
there, Harry didnt remember. All he remembered was that he was there at Hogwarts with Ron
and Hermione looking for a Horcrux, when all of a sudden a hundred Death Eaters appeared
out of nowhere and started causing chaos. Before Harry could figure out what was going on,
he was here standing infront of the Riddle House alone with the Dark Lord, with nowhere to
run.

Harry knew that he couldnt take this much more longer, and that the only way this will
end will be by his own death. Harry decided that if he were to go down, he would go down
fighting, not down on his knees. Harry decided not to waste any more time, he silently
apologized to Ron and Hermione for not being the great leader he should have been, to
Dumbledore for making his death meaningless, to Ginny for not being the boyfriend she
deserved to have, and to everyone who had their hopes pinned on him. Wiping off a lone
tear, Harry got to his feet with a determined look on his face and started walking towards
his death.

'What's the matter Harry? Isnt your 'love' powerful enough to match my skills?' Voldemort
taunted Harry.

And suddenly it came to Harry. Like a blind man who had just found light, Harry realized
what he had to do. He tossed down his wand, and shouted,

'Voldemort! Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me! You
are my heart, you are my soul, you are the one I always loved, but I just wasnt able to
express myself before! Love me Tom love me! Love me as much as I love you!'

'Wha-what?? No!!!!!!!' Voldemort stammered as he realized what was going on. It couldnt
be...Voldemort felt his power drain from him as he saw Harry walking towards him,
shirtless, looking more sexy and appealing than he had ever looked.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' shouted Voldemort. The green flame hit Harry's chest, but it just bounced
off as if it had hit a wall, and Harry continued to walk towards Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort was a sight to see. His usual slit like eyes had become large and round,
not different from Dobby's, his mouth open in a large O. Never had the great Dark Lord felt
so utterly defenceless, as Harry silently got face to face with Voldemort.

There was no need for words. Harry gently placed his hands on Voldemort's sides, and then
silently moved on his bums. Voldemort felt a surge of electricity pass through him, feeling
all his power melt away. His desire for Harry which had always been inside him got to
exploding point. And then Harry moved his head forwards, and his lips gently embraced
Voldemort's. And there was nothing Voldemort could do.

The kiss seemed to last for eternity, Voldemort didnt want it to end, but end it did as
Harry pulled his head backwards. Harry then placed his hand on Voldemort's robe and tore it
apart leaving Voldemort strip naked infront of his nemesis.

Then out of nothing, Harry conjured a chair and sat on it.

'Get on my lap,' ordered Harry.

When other people trip and fall down, hitting their head on a curb, they're rushed to the E.R.
When I did it, I get 10 stitches, and I don't even get a concussion.
I did it an hour ago, and it's incredibly annoying.

I told you to wear a helmet when you run and chew gum at the same time! Can you not bust a single myth without busting yourself in the process, Tory?

I'm blaming North Korea.

Just balancing the thread a little...