Harry Burger and the eternal toilet of doom
It was the middle of the night and everything was dark. No one was in the road save for a cuckoo bird and the street lights were malfunctioning. The neighborhood was shrouded in darkness.
Then, a man in a flowing robe appeared. He looked like a hippie in 1960s and had a silver mustache that was dripping with saliva. Then, he turned to the cuckoo bird and said, "Pleased to see you here Professor MacDonald."
Now, any normal person would have thought that the old man was crazy talking to a cuckoo bird, But. obviously, he wasn't because at that moment the cuckoo bird changed into a clown you can see in a MacDonald outlet.
"How did you know it was me?" the MacDonald clown asked.
"I have never seen a cuckoo bird that has curly red hair," replied that old man.
"Curse that red hair. Never mind that. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"About the Burgers, I presume."
"O f course. I have heard some disturbing rumors that they are killed and the Burger Kings is ruined."
The old man hung his head and his hair fell to one side, drowning an unfortunate ant in a pool of saliva. The clown burst into tears.
"I can't believe it. I heard that you-know-who came into their shop and jinxed the burgers. And the burgers just..'
'Started to eat everything including the Burgers." finished the old man helpfully.
"MacDonald gulped down and continued.
' And I also heard,' the clown hesitated before continuing, "that the cursed burgers failed to kill their son, Harry."
"It's true," confirmed the old man.
"Whhhy?" sobbed the clown. "I mean, he bankrupted so many magical fast food restaurants."
The old man replied, "I think the child has an incredible magical potential. The burgers suffocated when they came near him and Voldemort…"
"Why? What happened to him?"
"He became emo."
Thunder suddenly struck and torrential rain fell.
"And the child?"
"He survived.'
"Where is he now?"
"Hagrid is bringing him here.'
"Not in his delivery bike?" the clown asked warily.
"No. The boy is too smelly. He is bringing him in an air tight bus."
That moment, a bus pulled off by a road and a dwarf came out with a suitcase.
"Hagrid, is he here?'
'Yes Dumby."
"It's Dumbledore gatekeeper. Give me some respect."
"Whatever. And by the way, don't come close. The child is far too smelly.'
"Okay. Put him right there."
When the suitcase was placed, all three of the suddenly experienced a wave of rancid smell. And they were still there when Mrs Dusley found them in front of her door.