Harry Potter and the oldmanwholoveshighheels stone.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter Chareters. This is the exact opposite of the sorcers stone. There are jokes about surfers. So,..just a warning. (
Chapter one That kid with a scar
The surfers of California would call Mr. And Mrs. Dursley 'Bougus," or even wourse, 'Stinkers'. They had no imagination ,whatsoever.
Mr. Dursley was the manager of a stupid drill company called..who cares anymore! He was the size of a sumo wrestler, and he had a big mustache. He had no personality. Mrs. Dursley was the opposite. With the neck of a giraffe, (And surprisingly enough a tounge like one too,) She could look down to people. People looked up to her, because she was practically a giraffe! They had one kid. Dudley. Dudley was a sweet little boy with no anger problems,.or that's how his parents thought him to be. Yes Dudley was spoiled and hated kids that had more than him.
Now the Dursley's had one Problem,.well they had many, but one big problem. Mrs. Dursley's sister, who WAS totally kool, had a son, who like her was a wizard.
The surfers of California say that a Monkey isn't good with out it's banana.
Anyway one night this tall wizard wearing high heels came of out nowhere. He had a putter outer thingy, and turned all the lights out. Then he saw a haggy looking cat.
"Who are you?" He asked it. Too late he blinked and the cat was a really haggy looking woman. "Good evening Professoir Dumbledore." The lady said.
The surfers of California call him old Albie Dum Dum!
Dumbledore looked at the old Hag. "Lemon drop?" He asked her. The hag shook her head. "So its true?" she asked. "where is there son?" Dumbledore put a lemon drop into his mouth and said to the old hag, "Hagrid is bringing him." Dumbledore wasn't giving up. "Are you sure you don't want one, they come in two flavors. Sweet lemon and Sour lemon." He paused and popped another one into his mouth. "I'm quite fond of them." He looked to the sky. "oh Hagrids coming.I wonder if he'd like a lemon drop."
Suddenly a giant on a black motorcycle came flying from the sky. The surfers of California would of called that motorcycle a 'ripper,' or 'Totally radical bike.'
Anyway this giant dude got off the bike and pulled out a box from his coat. "Fi -fy-fo-fum." The giant dude bellowed. The hag turned around. "This is not a good idea." She muttered.
"Um- professor dum dum?" The giant asked. "Can I have some tissues?" The wizard looked at the guy and then said. "No." Them Dumbledore lit up. "But I do have lemon drops, just drop the child off at the door step and then you can claim your lemon drops." So Hagrid dropped off the chilled and hurried over to claim his lemon drops.
"This." Dumbledore said looking at the baby. "Is that boy with a scar." The hag groaned. "And you're the man who loves high heels!" she said. Dumbledore looked at her. "My dear old hag, you have much to learn about me. I like platforms too."
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter Chareters. This is the exact opposite of the sorcers stone. There are jokes about surfers. So,..just a warning. (
Chapter one That kid with a scar
The surfers of California would call Mr. And Mrs. Dursley 'Bougus," or even wourse, 'Stinkers'. They had no imagination ,whatsoever.
Mr. Dursley was the manager of a stupid drill company called..who cares anymore! He was the size of a sumo wrestler, and he had a big mustache. He had no personality. Mrs. Dursley was the opposite. With the neck of a giraffe, (And surprisingly enough a tounge like one too,) She could look down to people. People looked up to her, because she was practically a giraffe! They had one kid. Dudley. Dudley was a sweet little boy with no anger problems,.or that's how his parents thought him to be. Yes Dudley was spoiled and hated kids that had more than him.
Now the Dursley's had one Problem,.well they had many, but one big problem. Mrs. Dursley's sister, who WAS totally kool, had a son, who like her was a wizard.
The surfers of California say that a Monkey isn't good with out it's banana.
Anyway one night this tall wizard wearing high heels came of out nowhere. He had a putter outer thingy, and turned all the lights out. Then he saw a haggy looking cat.
"Who are you?" He asked it. Too late he blinked and the cat was a really haggy looking woman. "Good evening Professoir Dumbledore." The lady said.
The surfers of California call him old Albie Dum Dum!
Dumbledore looked at the old Hag. "Lemon drop?" He asked her. The hag shook her head. "So its true?" she asked. "where is there son?" Dumbledore put a lemon drop into his mouth and said to the old hag, "Hagrid is bringing him." Dumbledore wasn't giving up. "Are you sure you don't want one, they come in two flavors. Sweet lemon and Sour lemon." He paused and popped another one into his mouth. "I'm quite fond of them." He looked to the sky. "oh Hagrids coming.I wonder if he'd like a lemon drop."
Suddenly a giant on a black motorcycle came flying from the sky. The surfers of California would of called that motorcycle a 'ripper,' or 'Totally radical bike.'
Anyway this giant dude got off the bike and pulled out a box from his coat. "Fi -fy-fo-fum." The giant dude bellowed. The hag turned around. "This is not a good idea." She muttered.
"Um- professor dum dum?" The giant asked. "Can I have some tissues?" The wizard looked at the guy and then said. "No." Them Dumbledore lit up. "But I do have lemon drops, just drop the child off at the door step and then you can claim your lemon drops." So Hagrid dropped off the chilled and hurried over to claim his lemon drops.
"This." Dumbledore said looking at the baby. "Is that boy with a scar." The hag groaned. "And you're the man who loves high heels!" she said. Dumbledore looked at her. "My dear old hag, you have much to learn about me. I like platforms too."