Harry Potter and the Invisibility Cloak

Age: 9

Hello, guys! I'm back and in action! My guest author kind of took over there, but now I'm back to write.

Dumbledore walked down the narrow path that led to his house. All of his past memories came flooding back to him as soon as he got over his salivation for Harry. He got choked up when he remembered his teenage love life with the male gender. A tender area Harry was about to enter...

Harry sat sulking in the bar, drinking his favorite Scotch. His invisibility cloak was on, so no one would see him and think that he was a maniac for drinking alcohol. Man, was it tasty! I wish Dumbledore had introduced this to me when I was 8. Harry thought. It's SO good! Finally, after finishing his 3rd cup, Harry set out on his fateful journey which would leave him confused, sad, and angry with Dumbledore. As he was just to Dumbledore's house, Harry had second thoughts about giving Dumbledore his deep tissue back massage that he deserved. There was some uneasiness in his head, but he quickly wiped it away, for here came Dumbledore-In a white bathrobe that was showing a little too much of his hairy legs. "Welcome Harry, to my comfortable abode! I was hoping you would finally come, and now you have! I sensed you with the magical sense that I have (clearly, Dumbledore is in MAJOR perverted mode right now)"

"Well, let's go RIGHT NOW into my house!"

Dumbledore led Harry into the house, and as soon as he got in, said "Why don't you go get some hot chocolate from the kitchen, Harry! It's quite good, as you know, and on top of that, I have to get some things done."

He gave Harry a little shove that was a tad too hard. "OW! Ok, Mr. Dumbledore! Thanks! Golly, I have never been to a house before! It's sooo amaz..."

Harry walked off, marveling at all the different things a house had to offer: mood lights, nice music, a huge soft bed, a RAPING LITTLE CHILDREN FOR DUMMIES book, NO! Wait a minute. That is not a good thing to have in a home! I have read this myself, and it has a whole bunch of inappropriate pictures and words in it. I would never use this book, or have it in a home! As Harry was thinking, Dumbledore, who had taken stealth lessons, quietly crept up on Harry. Harry suddenly turned around to find Dumbledore, in only underwear, looking at his pants, for some strange reason. "Mr. Dumbledore, why are you in your underwear? Did you spill hot chocolate on your robe? Was it hot? Do you want me to massage you for that?"

Dumbledore didn't really pay any attention to this whole spiel that Harry was launching into; he just hurriedly grabbed the bottle of Scotch and handed it to Harry. "Drink up, Harry! We have a loooong night to go!"

After the first bottle was finished, Dumbledore decided that it was enough, and carried the now passed out Harry to his bedroom. There, in the middle of a heavy raping session, Harry woke up. Instinctively, he hugged Dumbledore, who interpreted this differently, and started a whole new "attack" on Harry. Harry just decided to go back to sleep, when suddenly he realized that he was in a bed-This is not so bad. Harry thought. But the wrong thing was that Dumbledore was on top of him-and that he was facing the pillow! "Ummm, Mr. Dumbledore, what are you doing?" He said.

"But Harry, I thought you wanted more!" Dumbledore said in between groans. "UHHHH. NOOOOO! Stop it! I don't want to be raped!" Harry shouted!

With this, Dumbledore promptly grabbed Harry and shoved him to the bed. "You're going to be raped, and LIKE it, Harry! Just like your mother."

Dumbledore said this with a sinister grin, followed by a laugh. Harry, still with Downs Syndrome, tried to push Dumbledore, who immediately whacked him across the face. Instantly, Harry lost another 10 of his Downs Syndrome, now getting the ability to have a clear viewpoint. Now able to see well, Harry grabbed the nearest mood lamp, and smashed it into Dumbledore's head. It wasn't hard to miss. Dumbledore cried out in pain.

"OOOOHHHH!" THAT FREAKIN HURT! Dumbledore jumped out of Harry, and reached into the wardrobe next to him—And—Pulled—Out—A...To Be Continued! D