A/N: From Resident Nut Job comes the next collection of sick, wrong, and just plain disturbing drabbles! A collection of drabbles. Some long, some short. Some…no, wait, all sick and wrong. Enjoy!
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Harry Potter was, by all appearances, a perfect boy. He had perfect magic, he had a perfect life, and he had perfect relationships. At least that's how it appeared. But alas, Harry Potter had a problem. He started to suspect something was wrong when all of a sudden, Dudley's pig like noises started to arouse him. And his uncles' potbelly suddenly became sexy, and his aunts' long neck caused his heart rate to speed up. When he suddenly found the house elves lack of clothing arousing, he knew he had a problem.
He had been able to keep this problem a secret, fulfilling his urges secretly (he made sure none of his many lovers would tell) but now he had a problem. A big, big problem. The fat lady was pregnant.
With his child.
Now, how a human can get a painting pregnant, well, we are not going to go into details. Actually, no one is really sure. But however he managed to do it, it was done. And now everyone knew.
Okay, so maybe it was Harry's fault that everyone knew. The fat lady had been sick, so finally they brought in someone to check her out. And then it had been announced.
"Hey! Who got the fat lady pregnant?" Someone had yelled out. Harry was, of course quite shocked.
"Oops. Didn't know you could get a painting pregnant…" Everyone turned and looked at him. It was then that he realized he had said those incriminating words out loud.
Yes, Harry Potter had a very big problem.
