A/N: First I'd just like to say this was a DARE!! My friend put me up to it sayin' I'd never post something like this. Well I sure showed her. Humph. I know it's stupid. Flame if you want. It was only posted to prove a point, which none of you care about anyway soo…
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned Harry Potter. That honour belongs to the one and only J.K Rowling.
--He needed the toilet. Badly. He been locked in his cupboard for nearly 15 hours now and was desperate. It was late at night and his realities had gone to bed long ago. His cupboard was small, there was no where he could even crouch in here and use. His bladder was throbbing incessantly now.
That's when he heard it. The distinct sound of voices. They had come to rescue him. And not a moment to soon either. His trousers would have been ruined in a matter of minuets. He indicated where he was and was let out of his dark confines by Remus Lupin. Tonks and Moody were there also.
They were disgusted to realise where his realities kept him. He tried to tell that he was fine but he just needed the toilet, but they wouldn't listen. They just said they had a port key and had to leave now!
He didn't know if he'd last that long. The four of them landed in Grimauld Place and were surrounded by people. They all wanted to know how he was and if he'd had any visions recently. He tried to tell them to back off, honestly he did, but nothing was working.
"SILENCE!!" Dumbledore's voice carried through the room. To his mortification in his surprise his stressed bladder had decide 'NO MORE' and betrayed him. There was a puddle around him in seconds. No one ever mentions this in the movies!
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A/N: Yep that's it. Just a short and pointless drabble. Brings a new meaning to PWP eh! Well review or flame or whatever. I'll make sure to pass your comments on to my friend who started this in the first place.