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“... writing whiney country music songs.” The greatest threat the free world has EVER faced.

You can't leave it at that. I'm sorry, but I must insist that you continue. Perhaps Harry becomes stinking rich because every evil organization gives him twenty million galleons in hopes of becoming his nemesis. Maybe they'll even come to Hogwarts like some sort of talent scout and try to woo him with a show of evil (i.e. kidnapping and/or torturing Ron and/or Ginny).

“You see, Mister Potter, we at Corvid-Talon employ varied techniques. Not only are we using the classic thumb-screws on your ginger side-kick, we are are also using a variant on the Cruciatus that is focused on his arches of his feet. Quite excruciating, I assure you.” Lady Seline said with a dramatic flourish.
“That's all well and good, but I'm still not convinced you're the evil organization for me,” Harry returned over the agonizing screams of Ron.
“Well, then, let me show you what we can do to your number one fan-girl,” Seline said while waving her wand at Ginny. “Tell me, Mister Potter, are you familiar with the classic 'bamboo shoots under the fingernail' technique?”
“Yeah.”
“We at Corvid-Talon prefer beater bats over bamboo shoots.”



Also, where were Hermione and Luna's personal ads? I would suggest something, but knowing me I'd come up with orgies in the library or the like. Not like that's a bad thing.

Shawn (a.k.a. cloneserpents)