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.
