I take her into that special place which I do entitle as my room, where, stringing them all along beside her and myself as well, I plan to engage in a passionate love-making session during which I shall one by one, impregnate each and every one of them, from Luna to Padma to Hermione to Ginny to Katniss to Cho to Neville. And they shall all each birth they whom shall be known to all as mine own children.
They all giggle and snicker about happily like the little elves and warlocks which they long so longingly to be for a long while and will always linger lacefully and spitalittae on thyne ways.
We're all atop the bed now, happily engaging in our hourly hours of exuberance and ecstasy.
"HARRY!" they all scream in unison, as I propel them forward using only my man-pole, and mine see doth enter them from behind, empregnating each with mine own future children, whom shall hopefully soon conquer and walk the earth, roaming the flour beds and riding upon hippogryffs like the eagles who consort consentingly with their neighbors' consoles and console they who do weep miserably.
And with that final heave, I, Harry Potter, hath finished the job, and now must rest. I look about myne beloved wives, who each coo and simmer happily in the fading daylight as the sun falls beneath the horizon to light up the people in China who walk upside down. Finally the stars come out, and they shine and shrink as the water runs in the neighbor's creek.
And with that, I am now asleep, sleeping sleepily with myne womyn and Neville wrapped about me as such that I do not need a blanket, besides, our dog, Hedwig XIV, needs a place to sleep and rest her tired head, so we do give her the blanked off our bed as we sleep in the dark moonlight that reflects off of the sign while it is busy shining over China where the people walk upside down.
