POTTER CRACK

I know I'm paraphrasing the lines here, I don't bloody care. Accuracy was not the point.

"Professor, " asked Harry, "What do you see when you look in the Mirror of Erised?"

Dumbledore gazed into the glass. He saw GellertGrindelwald, as the young man he once was when Albus first knew him. He was dressed in figure hugging black leather which showed skin in all the right places, standing on the stage of a Muggle burlesque house stroking the blass pole suggestively, giving Dumbledore a 'come hither' gesture.

The Head Master turned to the boy and said, "I see myself wearing thick wool socks."

Harry blinked. "Socks?" he asked bewilderedly.

Dumbledore nodded, "Quite. One can never have to many socks. Now, lets get you to bed."

Albus got Harry to Gryphondor Tower, and then headed towards his own, knowing he had a certain soft lamb's wool sock and muggle magazine waiting for him...

There, I hope I've truely scarred some of you for life. Not bloody likely, I know, but I can hope... 3X-DW