REFORMED PART ONE
Dumbledore's Haircut
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore," pleaded Voldemort as he begged for mercy at the feet of the greater wizard. "Can you ever forgive me for inflecting years of unnatural horror on all your fellow wizards?"
Dumbledore paused in quiet reflection for a moment before answering the fallen dark warlock. "Sure!" he exclaimed with zest.
"That's good.." Said the relieved ex-villain. "Now I can fulfill my dream."
Dumbledore smiled over his half moon glasses, "Good for you, my boy! Reform! Because Gog knows that's what everyone wants to see. The Big Bad must reform, damnit! Now. let me help you turn your dreams into reality."
Voldemort felt his eyes mist over. He gasped and seized Dumbledore's robe. "You are such a noble wizard.. how can I repay you?"
"My dear ex-nemesis," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "I have everything I need- that Potter wench gives me socks for Christmas, I have more books than God, I could use a haircut thought.
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Once Dark Lord. "You see, it was my dream to become a beautician.I have a degree in cosmetology."
"Really!" said Dumbledore perkily as his once enemy draped a black cloak around him, "Could you give me a. shag? Or maybe.. A mullet?"
"How about a shaggy mullet?" asked Voldie, "Like my mother before I killed her!" he lamented.
"Yes, I saw that on her corpse. It was very admirable. I often wondered." Dumbledore blushed. "Who did it for her."
"That was I. None of my victims ever died with bad hair. That would be too cruel," commented Voldemort as he began measuring Dumbledore's dreds with his wand. "A little off the top.would you like a shave as well?"
Dumbledore fingered his long white beard, "Why.. Yes.. I should say I need one."
"And.." Voldermort's glee could hardly be contained, "Highlights!"
"Do you think we ought to use a foil cap method or perhaps the comb?" said Dumbledore absently, as he nervously felt his long silky locks.
"Hm.you don't worry about that. A little here, a little there.Sugar, you're going to look just like Barbara!"
The dark wizard and the white wizard began chattering to each other as Voldemort raised his scissors.
The boy Harry Potter woke with a start on his sixteenth birthday. A cold sweat had drenched his sheets. He reached for his glasses and felt his throbbing scar. "Oh, bugger," he thought. "Wonder what's going to happen this year."
The END!
A/N: Boredom has hit.. Spur of the moment stories rock my mothers socks.. Anyway, I'm thinking. a series perhaps? In which everyone of J.K.'s characters reforms? Maybe? Snape as a Vegas showgirl? Draco Malfoy becomes a UNICORN! Hermione a . playboy bunny? (she's animigus!)
REVIEW OUR OTHER STORIES FOR THE LOVE OF PETE SAMPRUSS!
Dumbledore's Haircut
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore," pleaded Voldemort as he begged for mercy at the feet of the greater wizard. "Can you ever forgive me for inflecting years of unnatural horror on all your fellow wizards?"
Dumbledore paused in quiet reflection for a moment before answering the fallen dark warlock. "Sure!" he exclaimed with zest.
"That's good.." Said the relieved ex-villain. "Now I can fulfill my dream."
Dumbledore smiled over his half moon glasses, "Good for you, my boy! Reform! Because Gog knows that's what everyone wants to see. The Big Bad must reform, damnit! Now. let me help you turn your dreams into reality."
Voldemort felt his eyes mist over. He gasped and seized Dumbledore's robe. "You are such a noble wizard.. how can I repay you?"
"My dear ex-nemesis," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "I have everything I need- that Potter wench gives me socks for Christmas, I have more books than God, I could use a haircut thought.
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Once Dark Lord. "You see, it was my dream to become a beautician.I have a degree in cosmetology."
"Really!" said Dumbledore perkily as his once enemy draped a black cloak around him, "Could you give me a. shag? Or maybe.. A mullet?"
"How about a shaggy mullet?" asked Voldie, "Like my mother before I killed her!" he lamented.
"Yes, I saw that on her corpse. It was very admirable. I often wondered." Dumbledore blushed. "Who did it for her."
"That was I. None of my victims ever died with bad hair. That would be too cruel," commented Voldemort as he began measuring Dumbledore's dreds with his wand. "A little off the top.would you like a shave as well?"
Dumbledore fingered his long white beard, "Why.. Yes.. I should say I need one."
"And.." Voldermort's glee could hardly be contained, "Highlights!"
"Do you think we ought to use a foil cap method or perhaps the comb?" said Dumbledore absently, as he nervously felt his long silky locks.
"Hm.you don't worry about that. A little here, a little there.Sugar, you're going to look just like Barbara!"
The dark wizard and the white wizard began chattering to each other as Voldemort raised his scissors.
The boy Harry Potter woke with a start on his sixteenth birthday. A cold sweat had drenched his sheets. He reached for his glasses and felt his throbbing scar. "Oh, bugger," he thought. "Wonder what's going to happen this year."
The END!
A/N: Boredom has hit.. Spur of the moment stories rock my mothers socks.. Anyway, I'm thinking. a series perhaps? In which everyone of J.K.'s characters reforms? Maybe? Snape as a Vegas showgirl? Draco Malfoy becomes a UNICORN! Hermione a . playboy bunny? (she's animigus!)
REVIEW OUR OTHER STORIES FOR THE LOVE OF PETE SAMPRUSS!
