Jonathan Brawn and the Sorcerer's Song

Jonathan stood at the edge of the The Forbidden Forest. It was dark and ominous as usual. But even though Jonathen was an utter coward he felt an unnusual urge to walk right into it. <a href="http://imgur.com/kmiMyQ7"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/kmiMyQ7.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> [[Walk into The Forbidden Forest]] [[Or don't. Whatever]]

<a href="http://imgur.com/EuEIUcV"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/EuEIUcV.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> Jonathan strode right into the forest, his stupid head held high, as if all of a sudden he was brave or something. As he gained some distance he realised that all this striding business was quite tiring, so he stopped for a rest and sat on the ground. As he sat there grinning at the scenery like a drunk person with alzheimers he heard a faint sound from amongst the trees. *Why that sounds like...music! But not like any music I've heard before!* [[Follow the music]]

[[Just fucking go into the forest or the story can't advance|The beginning]]

Jonathan picked himself up and followed the music. He climbed over logs, ducked under fallen trees, jumped over small streams, stepped on a frog, slipped on a wet rock, walked face first into a low branch, twisted his ankle, cried a bit and came across a steep bank. Jonathan did up his fly and climbed up the bank. He peered over the top and bellow saw a cloaked hooded figure dancing around while playing a pipe. All of a sudden the cloaked figure span around, an ugly demonic face glared at Jon from beneath its hood. Jonathan wee'd a bit. <a href="http://imgur.com/f9xKmw7"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/f9xKmw7.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "Jon." The thing said. "Oh bloody hell." Jonathan quivered and hid behind some moss. "Jonathan! Breakfast, Jonathan!" The thing said. "Oh god." Jonathan wheezed. "Jon! We're guna miss breakfast! Get up, you numpty!" The thing exclaimed, quite pleasently actually. "Wha...what?" Jon grimaced. "JON!" [[Breakfast?]]

Jon opened his eyes. Standing over him was his friend, none other than the tall and dashing James Southall. <a href="http://imgur.com/jqCcGIv"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/jqCcGIv.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "Flippin eck, Jon. Bit of a deep sleep, eh? Come on we're guna be late for breakfast, and Dumbledore's got some big announcment." Said James hopping from foot to foot. "Oh gosh, yeah I was having the weirdest dream. I was..." "Yeah yeah cool you wee'd yourself a bit. I'll wait downstairs" [[Get dressed and join James]] [[Look at a framed photo on your bedside table]] [[Look at your copy of A Guide to Fighting Gnomes : Without the use of magic]] [[Look at yourself]]

You join James and together you hurry down through the school and into the main hall. Everyone else has already started breakfast. "Oh, Boobly Bumble Snuff Pancakes and Spoggle Wub Berries! My favourite!" James said as he filled his plate. The Spoggle Wub Berries sprouted feet and tried to escape but James smashed them with his fists. He laughed as he scoffed the squealing little creatures. "I wonder what Dumbledore has to say that's so important." Jon wondered as he stabbed a Boobly Bumble Snuff Pancake out of the air which was trying to escape it's certain death. <a href="http://imgur.com/bMi5Ktu"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/bMi5Ktu.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> Just then Dumbledore's voice boomed across the great hall. "Silence!" The entire hall became silent. Because Dumbledore said silence. "There has been a recent development on the grounds of Hogwarts. An unpredictable and somewhat...unwanted development. A new danger looms in the Forbidden Forest!" The hall broke into a cliche of whispers that don't really sound like actual words. "SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted. The hall went silent once again. "Jeez. Chill out, mate. You're the one that broke this to us with dramatic suspense." James muttered to Jon. They giggled together. "Whats that?" Dumbledore was looking right at Jon. "Uh...n..nothing." Jon replied awkwardly. "Was jus...uhh saying...ohh dear...that sounds awful... so...please, continue..." Dumbledore frowned at Jon and turned back to the hall. "At this very dangerous time..." "Fuckin 'ell, someone's got their beard in a twist, right?" James sniggered, nugding Jon. "Whats that?" Once again Dumbledore was looking right at Jon. In fact he entire school had turned to look too. "Oh I...I didn't...no...I wasn't...ha..saying anything..." The hall was silent. All eyes were on Jon. "Umm...so...excellent work!...on the talk...please. Please continue. Its all very exciting...I mean scary!...so scary...its...so very scary. Its very serious..." Dumbledore turned to the hall again and very quickly blurted. "There's scary music coming from the Forbidden Forest called The Sorcerer's Song. It could be a dark wizard. Don't go in there for any reason because it's dangerous." He turned and left the podium furiously to sit at the table with the other teachers. "Enjoy your breakfasts!" He snaped angrilly. He sat in his extravagant chair and glared at Jon. Professor McGonagall tried to comfort Dumbledore but he folded his arms and sulked. "Music in the Forbidden Forest? Dark wizard?" Jon said as he pulled a Green Cough Yea Pixie from a small cage and twisted its screaming body until liqued squirted out of its orifices into a mug. "Why, that sounds just like my dream! It can't be a coincidence! It just can't be! But what does it mean?" "Sorry, you do know your friend has gone, right?" Another student leaned across the table. "You're just talking outloud to yoursef. So..." James had in fact gone. "Yes. Yes I do. So, good luck. Good luck at being a...dick. You...fucking...fuck off, yeah?" Jon gathered his things and strode out, head held high. [[Leave The Great Hall a fucking winner]]

On the back of the picture frame it reads, 'Me and Dumbledore just hanging out.' <a href="http://imgur.com/wvd66um"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/wvd66um.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a>

You're pathetic.

Outside in the corridor James was having a conversation with a couple of large fellas. As Jon got closer though it was apparent that in actual fact this wasn't much of a friendly conversation. The biggest student had James pinned to the wall, the collar of his jumper held firmly in his fist. <a href="http://imgur.com/u91uLJq"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/u91uLJq.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "You may be tall, Southall, but you ain't tough. You 'ear?" The thug grunted up at him. "Y...y...yes. No...I know. I'm not tough at all. So that's that settled then, Bruce?" James stuttered. [[Intervene]] [[Let this play out. Not really your problem after all. James should be more careful]]

You step to James' side and face Bruce. "H..hey..why don't you...bloody...leave him alone...you bloody...brute...p.p...please?..." Bruce's thick head turned slowly toward Jon. "You what, mate?" "I...said..." Jon stood up straight. If you act brave enough then you can scare the biggest bully. "I *said*, leave my friend *alone!*" Bruce and his companion Stevey hit Jon and James in the face several times. Then they pulled their trousers down and pushed them over. The hallway erupted with laughter as Jon and James fumbled at their trousers. Students took photos. Dumbledore ran over and kicked Jon in the bum as he got up, knocking him to the floor a second time. The two of them ran away sniffling back tears. They ran through the halls until they could no longer hear the laughter. Jon wiped tears from his bright red stupid sweaty face. "Ehh..." He wheezed. James sniffed wiping snot from his stupid bubbling nose. "Uhh..." "James I must tell you something! The music and the dark wizard Dumbledore was talking about. They were in my dream!" "The one you did a wee in?" "I didn't wee! That's not important! The point is, I think I should tell Dumbledore. He's bound to finally like me then. I'll be important! Special! Maybe I'm destined to be one of the great wizards! Imagine it, me and Dumbledore on an adventure. Solving the mystery!" "I really doubt any of that will ever happen. But fuck it, yeah." "Thanks, James. You're the best." Jon slapped him on the back with a big grin. [[They held hands and skipped off down the hallway]]

Jon stood far enough away to not seem associated with James while Bruce and Stevey thumped him a fews times. They robbed all his sweats and left him sliding down the wall to the floor. Jon approached as James hugged his stomache. "Oh my, I didn't see you there, James! What on earth..." "I saw you, Jon, you fucking coward. Just help me up." "Right...well, anyway, James I must tell you something! The music and the dark wizard Dumbledore was talking about. They were in my dream!" "The one you did a wee in?" "I didn't wee! That's not important! The point is, I think I should tell Dumbledore. He's bound to finally like me then. I'll be important! Special! Maybe I'm destined to be one of the great wizards! Imagine it, me and Dumbledore on an adventure. Solving the mystery!" "I really doubt any of that will ever happen. But fuck it, yeah." "Thanks, James. You're the best." Jon slapped him on the back with a big grin. [[They held hands and skipped off down the hallway]]

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Jon and James ran into Dumbledore's magnificent office. "Dumbledore! We must tell you something of the upmost importance!" Jon panted. "Do you have any idea what its like to be me, Jonathan?" Dumbledore sat in his chair staring at a wall. <a href="http://imgur.com/mXOeOpC"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/mXOeOpC.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "Um...no...I...but Dumbledore there's something..." "Its tiring, Jonathan. So, very, tiring. I have students running in and out of my office all fucking day, everyday. *"Ohhhh Dumbledore theres a goblin in the kitchen!"* Dumbledore mocked. *"Ohhh pixies have got my friend! They're asking for ransom!"* Jon shifted awkwardly on his feet. "Well, Dumbledore its just that I had a dream..." "I had a dream once." Dumbledore interupted his eyes still fixed nowhere on nothing in particular. "To teach children to be great wizards and witches. To make a mark on this shitty world. But what do I get? Kids like *you*." He rotated on his chair to face Jon. "Stupid pathetic kids like you. Dumb fucking lanky kids like *you*!" He stabbed a finger toward James. "Jons not lanky." James frowned looking at Jon. "Please Dumbledore, its very importa..." Jon attempted. "Oh is it?! Is it in fucking deed? Well go on then! Tell me! Lets hear it!" Dumbledore waved his hand in the air willing Jon to speak. "Um well..." Jon looked at Jame who smiled and nodded reassuringly. "Well, Dumbledore! I had a dream last night, about the very thing you spoke of this morning in the great hall. A dark cloaked figure in the Forbbiden Forest playing a tune on a pipe! It was a strange, but enchating tune." "And he wee'd a bit..." "I didn't *wee!*" Jon blerted. "Fucksake." He muttered under his breath clearly embarrassed. "Is this true?" Dumbledore asked. "Yes." Jon replied, a glint of excitement in his voice. "Well then why don't you wear a nappy or something?" Dumbledore asked folding his arms looking at Jon inquisitively. "Wha...I..I didn't! Please! Dumbledore, the dream!" "You did." Said James. "I...fine! But it doesn't happen often! Plea..." "Well, *often* still doesn't mean *never*, so if it happens you should wear a nappy or put plastic sheeting down on the bed." Dumbledore explained. "Yeah you can buy big adult nappies quite easily I think." James chimed in. "Yes, or ask Madam Pomfrey about some treatments maybe... Nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens." Dumbledore shrugged questioningly at James. "Yeah I'm sure you..." "PLEASE!" Jon blurted out desperately. "Please, Dumbledore...I really think this dream might be important. What if I can...help, in some way?" Dumbledore rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb. "Why...why him?" He sighed and shot a look at Jon. "Yes! It looks like you *can* doesn't it!?" He stood up and slammed his hands down on his desk. "Fucking great! Fucking fantastic! Lets get to work right away! How fucking brilliant!" "Yes! Haha! Yes! Oh gosh!" Jon was unable to grasp Dumbledore's sarcasm. [[Later that evening]]

"Quickly, James! We're late to meet Dumbledore at the edge of The Forbidden Forest!" Jon exclaimed as the two of them hurried down a dark hallway. "Slow down, Jon! I look weird when I run!" James replied. "No ones around to see you! Its just me! Hurry!" Jon called over his shoulder. "Or *is it* just you?" Bruce Groose and Stevey Stensh appeared from around a corner and tripped Jon to the floor. "Ow!" Jon smacked his face off the tiled floor. "And where are you two losers going, huh?" Bruce folded his arms, blocking their way. "We're on a secrete mission, Bruce. You'd do well to let us pass. Otherwise you'll have to answer to..." Jon Looked from side to side conspiratorially. At walls. "...Dumbledore." He smirked at the bullies. Jon folded his own arms now. "Yeah!" James called out, standing several yards away. "Hahaha! Yeah right! And my name's Gilderoy Lockhart!" Bruce bellowed. "What!?..." James blerted from behind down the hall. "No, James he's being sarcas..." Jon started. "Enough of these fibs. It's time for you two to get a beating." Bruce cracked his knuckles and Stevey pounded his palms. But before Bruce could take another step Jon had the tip of his wand a mere inch away from Bruce's big ugly nose. "Not. Another. Step, Groose." Jon scowled at the bully. "Um, Jon you're really not very good at spells, maybe you should..." James began, but Jon cut him off. "Not now, James! I've got this!" "What are you guna do, eh?" Bruce pressed his nose to the tip of Jons wand. "Petrify me? Blast me with the Blasting curse?" Jon thought for a second. <a href="http://imgur.com/BDFPxSb"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/BDFPxSb.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> [[Attempt a spell]] [[Put the wand away]] [[Do something unexpected. You really aren't very good at spells]]

Jon yelled a spell and blinked. In the time it took for his eye lids to shut and open again Bruce Groose had exploded. Jons face was awash with blood and fragments of bone and skin. Stevey Stensh too was covered in various pieces of organ and stringey muscle, his face frozen in terror. <a href="http://imgur.com/UaJneW4"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/UaJneW4.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "Oh fuck." James' voice echoed down the hall. Pieces of Bruce dripped from the cieling and hunks of meat slid down the walls and slapped to the floor. Jon was yet to lower his wand. He looked at Stevey who trembled with fear. [[Let Stevey go]] [['Fuck it. Go rogue. You may as well now']]

Jon sighed and lowered his wand. "Thought so." Said Bruce, and he hit Jon straight in the nose. Stevey ran towards James. "No! Don't make me run!" James cowared as Stevey booted him a few times. "Dumbledore will hear of this!" Jon wailed. "You're going to regret this! Ahh!" Once Bruce and Stevey had had their fun they left the two pathetic students crying on the floor, laughing as they lumbered off to do something else that would distract them from their own terrible issues that they probably won't ever come to terms with because obviously they've been raised by bullies or at least been bullied early on in their lives and they can't deal with the humiliation or the vengence they feel on the rest of the world because really they're both just scared boys that just need hugs and to be valued. "We must...eh...get to The Forbidden Forest..." Jon said as he crawled along the floor. "Ow...Jon I can't...I can't...I'll look even...weirder...now..." Jon collapsed. Everything went dark. [[Wake up]]

Jon jabbed Bruce right in the eye with his wand and legged it. James cheered and ran after him. They ran until they were sure they'd lost them. "I'm sure we've lost them." Jon said gasping for air. "Yes me too, I also am sure." James wiped sweat from his brow. "Lets keep going, we don't want to keep Dumbledore waiting!" Said Jon picking up the pace again. Dumbledore was pacing restlessly at the edge of The Forbidden Forest. "Dumbledore! Sorry we're late! We got heald up by Bruce and Ste..." "No time for excuses, Brawn! Quickly! Follow me!" Dumbledore stormed into The Forbidden Forest with the two boys in tow. "Whats the plan, D-Dog?" Jon beamed arrogantly at James but turned back to find Dumbledore had stopped and was staring right at him. He bent down slowly bringing his face close to Jons. "If you ever give me a nickname again, and address me as such, I will melt your fucking balls with a Fire-Making Charm quicker than you can say Incendio. Do you understand me?" Dumbledore's face twitched with restrained fury. "Yes. Yes sir." Jon blinked. "Are we in any danger here, Dummy G?" James asked glancing around. "Nah, we cool, J man. Alright. The *plan* is simple. Whosoever shall perform the The Sorcerer's Song will seduce the one most needed to them at that time. That one person would seem to be you, Brawn. The wizard may or may not be a dark wizard, but its best we don't take any chances. So I'm sending you in alone. Just in case he tries to kill us." "Wait, what..." "We're here for you. But just, here. Not there. Ok off you go!" Dumbledore shoved Jon through some bushes. [[Jon stumbled into a clearing]]

Jon lowered his wand. Stevey turned and ran away down the hall. "Well..." James said now standing next to Jon. "...guess...you're a murderer now then, eh?" "Yeah." Jon said fixated on the gory mess. "Probably get put in Azkaban I reckon." James moved a chunk of grissle around with his foot. "Yeah." "Forever probably." "Yeah." James let out a big sigh. "Any way. Nothing personal, but I don't really wana seem..." He motioned vaguely with his hands at the human puddle."...involved...in any of this. So...I think I'll go back to bed, and you can...you know...deal with...this." "Yeah. Ok" "Cool." "Ok." "Well, sorry about the whole...thing. See ya." James gave an awkward wave and sidled off. "See ya then." Everything that happened after this was somewhat of a blur. Mrs McGonagall and Professor Severus Snape racing after a sobbing Stevey Stensh, frantically yelling and pointing at Jon. The Petrify spell cast on Jon by Severus Snape. The crying and the weeping of Stevey and other children that had come to see what was happening. The trial and sentencing at Wizengamot. The journey to Azkaban. Putting on his stripped prisoners clothing, and the final turn of the key to his cell door. [[Ten years go by]]

Jon turned his wand on Stevey. The bully began to tremble and a large patch of wet formed down his left leg. "Wait..!" SPLAT! Stevey exploded into a fountain of blood and guts. Bits of bone clattered to the floor and brain and innards stuck to the walls. Jon was dripping with blood. He was red head to toe. He chuckled. He laughed. He cackled. He threw his head back and cackled again. "Jon Braw..!" SPLAT! Mrs McGonagall burst into a thousand pieces. Hurried footsteps sounded through the halls as children and teachers raced to see what the noise was all about. "Oh my! Jonathan!" SPLAT! Ethel Saladberry splashed down a flight of stairs. "Jon wait! I'm your frie..." SPLAT! Bobby Speckle was painted across a wall. "Jon? I brought you your favour..." SPLAT! Arnold Huckaboob was showered over a group of horrified students. Jons grin grew as he strode through the school. Students screamed and ran as their friends burst like gooey fireworks all around them. "Jon!" Hagrid stood in a door way. "Don't do this! Remember when we took that baby centau..." SPLAT! Jon gawped at the distance Hagrids remains covered. As if he'd burst fifteen students all at once. *Now they'll remember.* SPLAT! *Now they'll all remember.* SPLAT! *They'll never forget the boy that couldn't be stopped.* SPLAT! *The boy that got vengeance.* SPLAT! *The boy that showed Hogwarts how special he really was.* SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! [[Yes! More! MORE!! SHOW THEM ALL!]]

Jons vision took a while to focus after he opened his eyes. He was in the Hospital Wing. Sitting at his bed side, to Jons absolute joy, was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Jon's face broke into a smile. "Dumbledore..." He croaked. "...what happened?" "You pathetic shit." "W..what?" Jon's expression dropped and his lip trembled. "After you basically decided to go to sleep on the floor after Bruce and Groose gave hit you a bit - no worse than children four years bellow you get every day - the dark wizard Elgreth Starkgorst decended on the school. Because you weren't there to assist me at the Forbidden Forest I chose to wait. When I got back everyone was dead. Except you and your stupid friend James. Why? I do not know. But now there are no teachers, no students, nothing. So I'm going to go and jump off the Wooden Bridge. You can do what you want. Good bye." Dumbledore got up, knocking his chair over in the process and left. [[Jump out of the window|Ending 02]]

Jon pulled back the blanket, placed his bare feet on the cold tiles and hobbled over to the window. He yanked it open and climbed out onto the window ledge. He took a look at the school around him. So quiet. So peaceful. Such wonder to behold. Oh well. And he jumped. Just as his feet left the ledge he glanced back into the hospital wing to see the doors burst open, James and a crowd of other children were smiling and yelling "Surpise!", holding banners reading 'The School Was Saved'. The last look on Jons face was terror as he vanished below the window. The End [[Start over?|The beginning]]

Jon awoke to a strange sound. Not that the sounds in Askaban aren't strange, but after ten years you get used to the screams, the crashing waves and the thunder. This sound was new. Music? He recognised that music. *Is it? Could it be? The Sorcerer's Song?!* An explosion! Cold wind and rain slicing across his face, gushing into his cell. He covered his head as stone and rocks fell around him. Slowly he lowered his arm and peered through the rain. Through a new and very large hole in his cell wall a cloaked figure sat on a broom outside in the rain, hundreds of feet above the sea. The figure produced another broom and hurled it into the cell. Jon could only stare. "Ten years not long enough to wait, boy?" The figure hissed in an evil voice. "It's time to go." "G..g...go where?" "To learn!" The cloaked figure revealed his face. To Jons astonishment it was the dark wizard from his dream all those years ago. "To learn revenge! To learn vengeance! To learn power! To learn..." He glared menacingly. "The Sorcerer's Song!" Jon staggered to his feet and picked up the broom. "Revenge. *Yes*. Vengeance. *Yes*. Power. *Yes*. The Saucy Song. *Yes!*" "Sorcerer's Song." "Sorcerer's Song! *Yes!*" [[Jon climbed on the broom. It was time to leave]]

Jon was now at the top of the school where he stood on some cool bridge that didn't seem to have any sides and was pretty narrow and unsafe, why anyone built this bridge is a mystery, but damn it looked cool. It was raining hard, lightening filled the sky and lit up the rooftops. Lit up the other end of the bridge. <a href="http://imgur.com/xoYJQbr"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/xoYJQbr.jpg" title="source: imgur.com" /></a> "Dumbledore!" Jon hissed. The headmaster stood opposite him on the otherside of the bridge, wand at his side. Thunder cracked. Lightening flashed. Or the other way around. Yeah...lightening first, thunder second. Cos light travels faster than sound. Yeah. "It's over, Brawn!" Dumbledore shouted. "You've murdered enough for one night! Lay down your wand!" "What's the matter, Dumble-BORE!? Isn't this what you wanted?! No more whining children?! No more endless predicaments to deal with?! Surely I've done you a favour!" Jon stabbed at the air with his wand. His tears hidden amongst the drops of rain on his face. "Put the wand down, Jon." Dumbledore raised his wand. "Jon!" James appeared from behind Dumbledore. Bit weird. Was he under his cloak? "J..James?" Jon's wand wavered. "Put the wand down, man!" James reached out with a smile and nodded. "We've got a mission, remember? Just me and you, pal." "The mission...yeah..." Jon smiled. [[Jon lunged at Dumbledore and cast one last almighty spell]]

"Nooo!" The spell made contact but it was James it caught. Right in the chest. Because he lept in front of Dumbledore to sacrifice himself. Because he's a hero. And he didn't explode. Because he's so pure and a hero. And because if he exploded then it wouldn't be possible to do this next scene. But mostly because he's a hero. Like if James was ever actually in this situation in real life this would actually happen this way. James' limp body hit the wet stones with a thud. "James! NO!" Jon ran to James's body holding his wand aimed at Dumbledore. "You see what you've done, Brawn! You're own friend!" Dumbledore edged closer. "J...J...Jon..." James whispered. "James?! What is it?! Please forgive me!" Jon weeped. "Y...y...you..." James raised a hand and pointed it at Jon. "You've wet yourself." "What!?" Jon's eyes left Dumbledore. His wand faltered and his free hand patted at his crotch. "What, no I haven..." [[ZAP!]]

Haha not really, its just a dream. Jons still in the cell. He's never getting out. The End. [[Or is it?]]

Haha yeah it is, he's going to die in his cell. [[Or is he?]]

Yes. He murdered someone with a spell. Thats it. [[Start over?|The beginning]]

A flash of blue. Brighter than lightening. Bluer than...smurfs. The ground seemed to topple sideways. The electric light from Dumbledore's wand dimmed and sputtered out. A hole in Jons chest smoked and sizzled. James and Dumbledore fell away from him. The bridge rose above him. Roofs, windows, walls all flashed past. Then the ground met him in a hard shattering embrace. Jon squinted through what was left of his eye lids. He saw what he supposed were his own teeth and mangeled arm next to him. A small fountain of blood squrted and gurgled out onto the pavement and he began to drown in the thick pool growing around him. He tried to take a bigger breath but the expansion of his lungs forced his twisted and cracked spine to snap and give way. His torso skewed in half and his organs flopped out of the twisted tears in his stomach. As he took his last blood filled gurgelling breaths he wondered to himself, *What happened to the dark wizard in The Forbidden Forest?* Just then a pair of boots wandered into his vision. A long cloak flapping around them. "No no no. We can't have this. We certainly cannot have this." A sinister and evil voice. The person knelt down and leaned over into Jon's vision. It was the dark wizard from his dream! "You, my young friend, are coming with me. Great wizards must have great beginnings, and this is no exception." [[The dark wizard cast a spell on Jon and his body began to heal]]

Haha not really, he's dead. No one could survive that. Especially Jon. The End. [[Start over?|The beginning]]

Jon stumbled and fell to the floor. In front of him a tall-ish skinny man in a long dirty cloak was skipping around playing a pipe. Long greesy hair bounced in front of his face. A long diagonal scar from his forehead down to his chin. He was yet to notice Jon standing there. *Maybe I could just sneak back through the bush...?* "Well well well." The wizard had stopped and was staring menacingly at Jon. "You came." "It was just a wee!" Jon snapped. "What?" "...what?" "Right. Any way, so it would seem you recieved my message." The wizard approached Jon and knelt in front of him, studying him closely. "You're just as I remember. Astonishing." "Oh, thank you." "No, I mean its astonishing. That you look the same." "Oh." Jons face skewed with confusion. "What do you mean, as you remember? I don't know you." "In a way, Jon, no. You don't know me. Not yet. But I know you. Very well." "Ok it seems pretty safe." Dumbledore burst through the foliage, James hurrying behind. "Just seems like a creep with a pipe. What do you want, creep? Pipe creep!" "Dumbledore!" The man hissed violently glaring under his now furrowed brow. "Whoa, Dumble Ding Dong." Said James. "You know this guy?" "NO. I can't say that I do, Jazzy G." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at the wizard. "Who are you?" "Who am I? Hahaha!" The creepy wizard threw back his head and cackeled. "Why its me, Dumbledore! You're student. All grown up. All powerful! All back for vengeance!" "Ugh." Dumbledore rolled his eyes. "Join the queue. You're guna have to be more specific. I mean come on, this geek here is guna be "returned for vengeance" on me at some point." He jerked a thumb at Jon. "Right? Hahaha!" "Yeah hahah!" James chimed in. Jon frowned at James who quickly stopped and shrugged. "Oh but you are so right, Dumbledore. You couldn't be more correct." The wizard moved closer. "For here I am. I *have* returned. To claim my vengeance. And to change the past, for me. And the future, for him." He nodded towards Jon. "To prevent *this*." He pointed to his scar and twisted face. "From happening to *him*. To *me*! To prevent *you* from ruining *our* life!" Jons eyes widened and he began to shake his head slowly. The wizard though was nodding and grinning. "Yes. Yessss, Jon! You are looking at your future. Dumbledore did this! He stole my life! And he'll steal yours if we don't do something about it *now*!" "Shit." Said Dumbledore. "Well this is a first." "Sorry." James raised his hand. "I just need to catch up. Are we talking time travel here? Is that what we're all talking about?" Everyone else stared blankly at him. "Ok cool, yeah, no I know. Obviously. I just thought Jon looked a little confused, so I was just making sure. So yeah. Wow. Future Jon. Crazy..." "ENOUGH!" Creepy future Jon screamed. "You're going to pay for what you did! What you're *going* to do! Time...to die!" Creepy future Jon thrust his wand at Dumbledore and screamed. "Avada Ked..!" [[Save Dumbledore]]

"Noooo!" Without thinking Jon leaped through the air and shoved Dumbledore to the ground. "...avra!" The curse caught Jon right in the face and Creepy Future Jon slipped out of existence. "Fucking fuck." Said James. "Well how about that." Dumbledore said climbing to his feet. "I certainly didn't expect that." "Yeah." James' replied. "Well." Dumbledore dusted off his robes and clapped his hands together. "Thats that sorted then. Come on." He set off out of the clearing. "But...what about..." James winced at Jons lifeless body. "...Jon?" "Ah Hargrid'll clean that up." "True." And so they left the clearing. Dumbledore's arm on James' shoulder. Laughing about the days events. Pointing at the stars through the gaps in the tree tops. Giving advice about life. Throwing a baseball back and forth while wearing baseball gloves. Jons body lay in the centre of the clearing. A quiet breeze sent up a swirl of dust and leaves around him. His face was charred and smoking. A long open gash. From his forehead. To his chin. The End. [[Start over?|The beginning]]

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