AN: yes, I am aware it should be "Voldemort has him in bondage." It's just funnier the way OP spelt it.

BTW, is you're desperate to know what Harry's wearing, he has on a light blue tee, a red jacket, blue jeans, and black converses. Also, Fuckslayer resides on his back. Peace.

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I was lounging around my room, reading Tales From The Dark Tower, when suddenly, Harry arrived. "My fucking scar hurts," he muttered, pressing his hand against the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. Then he fainted.

When he got back up, I asked him what happened.

"I had a vision of what's happening to Dobby...VOLFEMORT HAS HIM BONDAGE!"

Later, Harry and I were outside on one of the bridges. I was wearing a Gene Loves Jezebel tee, a black miniskirt, black and white thigh socks, and the same combat boots I wear all the time. Gary was there too. He had on a NERV tee, black jeans, and black and red FILAs. Harry couldn't give two shits about either of our presences. As a matter of fact, he probably reviled the fact that I went into detail about what we were wearing.

"Hey, Rache," said Gary, "I brought you a comic."

I looked at it. It was Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth. My eyes widened. My mouth fell open with joy. "...THANK YOU!" I Said, taking the comic jovially. I put it in my utility backpack.

"The sound of genuine happiness annoys me," muttered Harry, walking forward. "Diabolus Astronomica!"

A trio of demonic astronauts approached him. "Seek out Voldemort," he told them, "and bring me the house-elf."