The door of doom
By LonelyFishy
In the beginning, this was my english homework. But then, I decided that I might as well post in here! Beware, very badly written fanfic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… That's so sad…
Once more, Harry was having a strange dream. One with pink unicorns, singing rainbows and laughing -no- giggling flowers.
Harry unconsciously shuddered.
Then, he turned around and found himself in front of a very familiar door, the same he had been trying to open for weeks now.
Harry started walking slowly towards the door. Very slowly… Step step step. One step after another. Harry felt his heart was trying to escape from his ribcage.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't see a hole in the ground. Something extremely stupid was bound to happen. And it did. Harry tripped. Tripped and fell face first towards the ground. It seemed fate; gravity and the mysterious door were mocking him.
He felt his temper rising rapidly. Harry looked to the left… Nobody. And then to the right…Nobody. He charged towards the door. But he didn't develop his plan further than that and crashed into the door.
It seemed not only fate, gravity and the mysterious door were mocking him, but also whatever god was watching his dream.
Really. This dream seemed to become some sort of joke.
Or maybe it was just he….
Harry picked himself up from the ground, dusted his robes and stared at the door. Maybe this time he'd be lucky and manage to open the door without being interrupted. He started to reach out for the doorknob and paused.
He still wasn't awake. Good…
He grabbed the doorknob.
He was still dreaming. Perfect…
He turned it…
Excellent, no interruption…
He pushed the door open a crack…
A smell filtered out of the room behind the door… A smell that strangely resembled… Tea? Yes, tea… With milk and sugar… Strange…
Was somebody waiting for him?
He opened the door wide…
And what he saw would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life… It was just wrong…extremely wrong… He shuddered, turned around and threw up.
What he saw was beyond what poor little portals could imagine… It was something so terrifying and…
Harry just couldn't squeeze out the words to sum up the horror that was happening in front of his very own eyes…
It was…
So traumatizing…
Harry happened to stumble upon Voldemort, Malfoy's father, Sirius and Dumbledore, all in pink dresses with blond wigs and makeup, having tea…
The horror…
Harry woke up screaming…
He stopped screaming and looked around. Everybody was still sleeping.
He then looked at a clock.
It was barely past two o'clock in the morning, but Harry didn't dare close his eyes fearing that if he did so, he would have to join the little tea party.
Harry suddenly stopped and saw what he was wearing.
And fainted.
A messy blond wig was on his head, he was wearing a pink frilly dress and his face was covered in make-up.
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