"Sir the wards have dropped...."

*Wrote this story when I was thirteen, right after a rough patch in my life, and uploaded it a couple years later. Pretty crappy. Do not read if homophobic or easily disturbed.*
Tom Pov: I'm staring at Potters house wishing i could kill him then and there. Apparently only his uncle was home so it wouldn't have been a problem if the wards were gone. Suddenly the wards falter and drop. Get ready BRAT im coming for you. i break down the door and see a bush viper bleeding from its neck and a whale standing over it, i also see...
( characters and settings belong to JK Rowling)