Chapter 1: An Unpleasant Surprise
They had crept into Dumbledore's office late that night, to steal the pensieve.
"Hush, we must be silent," screamed Harry.
"Oh," said Ron in a state of shock. "I'd better turn my alarm clock off."
"Ron you twat!" exclaimed Hermione. "You set your alarm off!"
"Sorry," apologised Ron.
"Shall we fuck him?" whispered Harry.
"No," whispered Hermione. "He's old," she added with purpose.
"Shame," Harry ejaculated with sorrow.
"Look," mentioned Hermione. "A fridge."
As they crept towards the barren muggle technology they heard a sound...
"I hear a sound," screeched Ron.
"So do I," added Hermione in a sombre tone.
"What the fuck is it?" whispered Harry.
"Sounds like death," retorted Hermione in a merry tone.
"What the hell?" added Harry in a shocked tone.
"I'm not quite sure," thought Hermione
"SPEAK UP," whispered Harry.
"I'm not quite sure," said Hermione in a jolly tone.
"It sounds like a hum," teased Ron.
"'Tis a muggle sound," announced Harry.
"Let us creep closer," agreed Ron.
As they charged towards the fridge Ron tripped.
"Oh shit," bled Ronald.
"You are cut," noted Hermione.
"Don't worry, Ron... HOLY SHIT YOU'RE GONNA DIE," muttered Harry.
"I spy a goldfish bowl," announced Hermione.
"Let us investigate," whispered Harry.
Dumbledore mumbled in a jolly tone.
"Oh no..." screeched Harry.
Dumbledore mumured in a self-pleasing tone.
"Oh god," mumbled Ron.
"He's sleep-playing!" screeched Hermione.
Dumbledore showed a satisfactory smile.
"Let us leave silently," guffawed Harry.