Once upon a time there was a fairy named Harry Potter. He was a homo-sexual that enjoyed fem slash porno, and he also enjoyed male slash graphic novels. One day the Fairy lord J. came to Harry Potter and said "Yo HP Bro!, watz up in da hizzam?" (Because the Fairy lord J. is actually a illiterate gangster) "Iz been havin a proposition foyo." "A prostitute? Just for me?!" "NO! *Gwaf, Gwaf, Gawf* an proposition!" "Oh. That's good. I guess..." "Anywho either yee's doing the directing a fem slash porno or be in a male slash novel."

Harry Potter the gay fairy thought about the offer put forward by the Fairy lord for quite awhile. So long, in fact, that he got to see Edward Cullen be born! Then many decades later, Harry potter decided that instead of a directing a fem slash porno, a male slash novel was such a brilliant idea that he just jumped straight into the action with his first book named Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone.

The End.


This story is dedicated to the amazingly, magically, wonderful Tonkswyrda! My friend and scribe. And no. This is not a serious piece of writing. Seriously.