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Harry's Pink Secret
Harry, an ordinary boy, with an extraordinary life, wore pink boxers.
It wasn't really his fault. Mostly it was his Aunt Petunia's fault. Dudder's old boxers. They were given to Harry, as though wearing second-hand underwear was the most normal thing in the world. They had once been red, but rigid washing had worn the dye out.
The problem was: he had gotten used to, maybe even fond of the pink boxers. They reminded him of his mother. Getting rid of his pink boxers would have been akin to poking his mother's eyes out of his head.
And the even greater problem was that he couldn't wear those new baggy jeans that all the boys wore nowadays. Dudder's old jeans were perfect for the look, but they kept falling down. Although behind-exposing jeans looked mod on certain boys, they all have plaid and animal print boxers, not pansy pink ones.
Really, Harry had the most unfair life.
Not only was his mother and father dead, he couldn't keep up with the latest trends.
Ron had no helpful advice as usual. "I dunno Harry. Why don't you soak them in paint for a while and then wash them so the paint smell goes away."
"Honestly, you Muggles!" snorted Hermione.
But most frightening, was the dream Harry get having. It began with him alone in a room, where he could hear his mother screaming. Then a light, and Voldemort! As he reached for his wand, his baggy pants fell to his ankles. Voldemort's laugh echoed around the room as he struck down Harry's father and mother. As Harry struggled through the pant's pockets looking for his wand, Voldemort disappeared with a flash! and a bang!
Harry always woke sweating, and clutching his pink boxers.
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