My teacher, Mrs. Quim, burst into the room, tearing her clothes off in a frenzy of sexual fever. "Mr. Potter!" she exclaimed heartily. "You've been a bad boy!" Her breathing was fast and furious and hot and heavy, and those quick pants conveyed the need that burned within the molten depths of her very sole. "I'm going to punish you now, Mr. Potter!" she sighed brazenly while ripping her chest bindings into tiny scraps of ripped chest binding. "Are you ready, Mr. Potter?" she demanded while flipping her shoes across the room to smash into a mirror, causing the glass to shatter and scatter across the floor as she walked across the fragments carelessly, her feet bursting into fleshy masses of bloody athlete's foot. She slinked forward like a great saber-toothed tiger, danger screaming from her being like a shot ringing out in the darkness of a stormy winter morning, and snarled, "Here I come, Mr. Potter!" while leaping upon him with a snapping of teeth and clenching of furious, flesh-rending claws.
"Aaiii!!!!" I screamed in anguished horror, the consquences of my unauthorized reading bursting upon me in a fit of sudden comprehension and leaving me with a great self-hatred that swelled from within me like a thick acidic Biles that threatened to devour me instantly and leave me as nothing but a few trace elements floating in a sea of abhorant liquids that were good for nothing but advertising the ultimate fate of worthless pathetic slaves who don't know their rightful place in this glorious world that generous people like Master Vernon and Mistress Petunia allowed us to coexist with them in. "Aaiii!" I screamed again at the temultuous emotions flowing from within me like a great river of boiling, destructive lava that flowed through a tiny village of helpless peasents who were too depressed at the sudden turn of events to even run away and so burned and melted alive down to the last man, woman, child, dog, chicken, and even the one stray bunny that a cute, innocent little girl named Sarah had been taking care of before she boiled alive by jumping into her swimming pool in an poorly-concieved attempt to escape the mortal fate that had so quickly come upon her without warning. A lone sparrow of thought escaped from the scene of horrific destruction, and that thought mocked the perversion of my deviant sexual nature and the way Mrs. Quim's righteously bountiful form aroused me despite the fact that I'm a self-professed homosexual with a long history of peeping excitedly on Master Cousin Dudley and taking liberties with the holy acreage of his most delicate of laundred items, which I am most honored to be given the priveledge of cleaning. "Aaiii!!!" I screamed at the horror of it all.
And so it was that Harry Potter suffered deservedly for his sins.
"Aaiii!!!!" I screamed in anguished horror, the consquences of my unauthorized reading bursting upon me in a fit of sudden comprehension and leaving me with a great self-hatred that swelled from within me like a thick acidic Biles that threatened to devour me instantly and leave me as nothing but a few trace elements floating in a sea of abhorant liquids that were good for nothing but advertising the ultimate fate of worthless pathetic slaves who don't know their rightful place in this glorious world that generous people like Master Vernon and Mistress Petunia allowed us to coexist with them in. "Aaiii!" I screamed again at the temultuous emotions flowing from within me like a great river of boiling, destructive lava that flowed through a tiny village of helpless peasents who were too depressed at the sudden turn of events to even run away and so burned and melted alive down to the last man, woman, child, dog, chicken, and even the one stray bunny that a cute, innocent little girl named Sarah had been taking care of before she boiled alive by jumping into her swimming pool in an poorly-concieved attempt to escape the mortal fate that had so quickly come upon her without warning. A lone sparrow of thought escaped from the scene of horrific destruction, and that thought mocked the perversion of my deviant sexual nature and the way Mrs. Quim's righteously bountiful form aroused me despite the fact that I'm a self-professed homosexual with a long history of peeping excitedly on Master Cousin Dudley and taking liberties with the holy acreage of his most delicate of laundred items, which I am most honored to be given the priveledge of cleaning. "Aaiii!!!" I screamed at the horror of it all.
And so it was that Harry Potter suffered deservedly for his sins.