When things begin to get a little ridiculous, I start doing these silly
satires. So many people are coming up with ridiculous stuff that Dumbledore
might tell Harry, that I decided to come up with a few of my own.
*
The First:
"Harry," Dumbledore started gravely, blue eyes grim over half moon spectacles, "there is something you ought to know that I should have told you a while ago."
Harry swallowed. He was listening.
"I've loved you," Dumbledore went on, eyes glistening with tears, "as I would my own son.... but... I'm hoping we could be so much *more* than that...
"You see," the man continued, "Ever since you put on that ridiculous Sorting Hat, I've loved you, harbouring my secret desire since. I've dreamed about you. I've masturbated with you in my thoughts. I want you so much, Harry. So, so much. I want us to be more than friends. I want us to be lovers." He walked round his table and got on one knee before Harry who tried to inch backwards.
Dumbledore clasped his hand.
"Love me Harry!" He whispered, kissing the boy's hands. "Love me until I come bursting forth in thick streams of semen. Let me make love to you, Harry. I know I'm old enough to be your great-granfather, but our love can conquer all!"
"Eheh," Harry attempted a small smile.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel the love? Just as I loved the father, so I shall love the son..."
At this, Harry leapt up and ran for the door to go and bury himself in his Godfather's arms. Dumbledore was left all alone in his circular office, empty arms cradling an invisible bowl.
He would get the boy to love him.
Someday, no matter what it took.
Harry's invisibilty cloak was there by his side. Picking it up, Dumbledore smelled it and sighed happily, wiping away tears of lust and disappointment.
Nodding to himself, he took a handful of Viagra and stuffed the cloak down his pants.
*
TBC...
*
The First:
"Harry," Dumbledore started gravely, blue eyes grim over half moon spectacles, "there is something you ought to know that I should have told you a while ago."
Harry swallowed. He was listening.
"I've loved you," Dumbledore went on, eyes glistening with tears, "as I would my own son.... but... I'm hoping we could be so much *more* than that...
"You see," the man continued, "Ever since you put on that ridiculous Sorting Hat, I've loved you, harbouring my secret desire since. I've dreamed about you. I've masturbated with you in my thoughts. I want you so much, Harry. So, so much. I want us to be more than friends. I want us to be lovers." He walked round his table and got on one knee before Harry who tried to inch backwards.
Dumbledore clasped his hand.
"Love me Harry!" He whispered, kissing the boy's hands. "Love me until I come bursting forth in thick streams of semen. Let me make love to you, Harry. I know I'm old enough to be your great-granfather, but our love can conquer all!"
"Eheh," Harry attempted a small smile.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel the love? Just as I loved the father, so I shall love the son..."
At this, Harry leapt up and ran for the door to go and bury himself in his Godfather's arms. Dumbledore was left all alone in his circular office, empty arms cradling an invisible bowl.
He would get the boy to love him.
Someday, no matter what it took.
Harry's invisibilty cloak was there by his side. Picking it up, Dumbledore smelled it and sighed happily, wiping away tears of lust and disappointment.
Nodding to himself, he took a handful of Viagra and stuffed the cloak down his pants.
*
TBC...