By Mr. Slymme
Hagrid lay where he had fallen, his eyes staring straight ahead, though they no longer saw. He knew death had been close, but this was still quite unexpected. His half-giant body, once full of incredible vitality and vitriol now quickly lost all its functionality. His enormous cock lay shriveled and flaccid. At least his mind still worked, for the moment.
“Cor, yer really in it this time, Rubeus,” Hagrid thought. “No way yer gonner get out ‘a this. Guess they’ll miss me when I’m gone, which won’t be long now. Perhaps I’ll be with Myrtle again…or Lilly, my little Lil?”
A smile would have crossed his lips if he could move at all. An expulsion of gas thundered from his arse.
“When I think back on all I’ve done…all my accomplishments, I think that I must have shagged ten thousand girls, and my only regret is that I won’t be able ta shag a thousand more.”
And with that, he was gone.
And with that, so is Mr. Slymme. To all my favorite, special friends, I bid adieu. May all your shags be worthy of Hagrid.