While Harry Potter was saying goodbye to his wife when a big car was driving by and out of the car came Aslan, a lion from Narnia who had killed Harry Potter's parents when they were on vacation in Forks, where they were visiting Bella and Edward who had invited them to see a fight between vampires and werewolves, but Gandalf interfered because he wanted to eat some snake meat from Nagini who was secretly a pink lesbian from a town called Godric Hollows, a place where all the stars were born.
Meanwhile; a very alogical, red, baleful, blue, anodyne, green, nice, aureate and sexy person was going through a very avaricious, blithe but less commensurate brown door.
The delphic, brusque person is Harry Potter and the febrile, imperious and derisive door leads to the interminable, lissom bathroom on the listless seventh floor.
Inside the lurid but at the same time moribund and multifarious bathroom a mellifluous girl from Ravenclaw is waiting for him translucently.
Meanwhile in the nascent other bathroom which was too nominal and restive for Harry and the preponderant girl from Ravenclaw, the protuberant and pruriently redivivius students Ron and Hermione are making out in the most redolent way.
Suddenly a very ruminant professor Snape musicianly opened the sapient door. Ron and Hermione stopped making out torpidly and looked vapidly professor Snape with stygian eyes as if absolutely nothing had happened.
Snape looked at them timorously with an nocturnal night of the beautiful wildlife and then promisingly walked out of the languid room bereftly.
Meanwhile Harry and the combatant girl from Ravenclaw who was not very glitzy sufficiently were sincerely undressed and making out numerously. Then they freely got naked and went in to a faint toilet booth of meditation. Then Harry touched her games of deceit beastly and they had lots and lots of wily sex.
But Harry was dastardly thinking about Mrs Norris the whole Shakespearean time.
