What is wrong with me? Maybe this isn't the best story I could put out for my first HP fic. What in the world was I thinking when I wrote this?

Disclaimer: I don't think that JK Rowling would ever write anything this stupid.

I've Always Wanted to be....

A Harry Potter short story

Summary: O.o I don't know what I was thinking when I was writing this so please, don't ask. Dudley decides to confide in something with his father. Let's hope I didn't give poor Vernon a heart attack. Remember: Don't ask!

(Vernon'sPOV)

"Dad, I need to tell you something," my rather large son, Dudley, told me one morning at breakfast.

"Yes, son?" I responded, not looking up from my paper.

"Something important," he urged.

With a sigh I looked up from my paper. This better not be what I think it is…

"I've been meaning to tell you this for quite awhile…."

Please don't be what I think this is…

"I've always wanted to be a…"

"Yes, son?" Please don't say wizard.

"I've always wanted to be a….." I held my breath as I waited for the end of his sentence, "mermaid."

Oh, no. It is much worse than I thought.

Umm…

I told you it was weird! Falmes accepted. They make me laugh.