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A cold rush of wind whipped his face as he slowly made his way up the long set of marble stairs. He didn't want to be here. But he had no choice. His arms reached out and pushed open the tall, wide, wooden doors unwillingly. He stood in the Great Hall suddenly forgetting that he didn't want to be here, and that he was being forced into coming here by some "crackpot old fool," as his father referred to him.
As he silently walked down the massive room, he brushed his hands along the long, wooden tables. A beam of light ran across them. He looked up and saw that the wisp of light was coming from the summer night moon on the.ceiling? All of them were insane, just like his father had said before. He did not know where he was going. He wandered around the grand hallways aimlessly, as if there was no direction or purpose to where he was being led. Thoughts shot through his mind as he looked into all of the different classrooms. But they were not his own. Mind you, he didn't usually have many so he knew they couldn't be his. Hours seemed to pass before he finally reached his unknown destination. A stone gargoyle stared into his eyes. Somehow, he knew what to say, as if he knew exactly where he was.
"Cockroach cluster" he said quietly. He was afraid now.
The gargoyle sprung open. He walked up the spiral staircase. He knew this place like the back of his hand, yet he had never been here. He tried to pull back, but the force pulling him forward was too strong. He closed his eyes. His legs were walking by themselves, now. He peeked and slightly opened his right eye. An ancient, robed man with a long white beard was in front of him.
"Welcome, Dudley," Dumbledore said.
"Wh-wh-what do you want with m-me?" He asked franticly finally being able to move on his own free will. He ran as fast as his short chubby legs would allow him to the doors but they shut in his face causing him to jump back a few feet.
"Please, do take a seat," Dumbledore said kindly turning Dudley towards a large comfortable looking chair that sat facing a desk.
Well, it had been a long journey here. He looked at the chair longingly; he would feel very well if he just sat down for a few minutes. Albus Dumbledore seemed like a very kind man, he wished he knew someone like him... He shook the thought off. This man was insane and he would pay for it. His father would hold with no such nonsense. This man would not poison his mind like he had Harry's.
"What do you want from me? Why am I here?" Dudley asked angrily.
"You must be thirsty," the old man said, completely changing the subject, "have a drink."
"No!" Dudley exclaimed. How could this horrible man think of having a drink now?
"Oh, but you've gone to very far lengths to get here, why not just relax? I have some quite delicious soda pop..."
Dudley thought about the offer. Even if he was angry he had had a long journey and he was very thirsty. The man seemed kind enough. One little drink couldn't hurt. He gulped down the Coca Cola that had appeared out of a little stick that the man carried, not before he mumbled some gibberish, of course.
"Now Dudley, let me explain why you're here," the man said.
"Right...tell me why I'm here..." Dudley didn't seem to pay much attention to Dumbledore as he took greedy sips from his cola.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at this school. I summoned you hear using a certain mind control called "legilimency". You may wonder why I even wanted you to come, see, when I first saw you it was...." Dumbledore went on and on. Dudley didn't seem to care because he kept on taking all the sodas Dumbledore gave him.
"...and that's when I first started growing attracted towards you."
"WHAT?!?!?!" Dudley screamed.
"Yes. I know Dudley, but I am attracted towards you and there is nothing that can stop that." Dumbledore said staring straight into Dudley's eyes. His eyes twinkled behind his long crooked nose.
Dudley looked back and could not help but return the feelings. No. This wasn't right. Not only was he a wizard, but he was also a man and he had to be at least three times his age.
"GET.AWAY.FROM.ME." Dudley screamed as he jumped out of the chair spilling the Coca Cola all over the floor, trying to get out of the office that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller as each second passed. He was trapped. There was no way out, and there might never be.
Suddenly a bed appeared in front of him. He wondered why Dumbledore had decided to cast this bed here. Than it hid him. He suddenly realized what was happening with a sudden swish of fear and happiness. "HAPPINESS?!?!" he thought to himself quickly. He hoped it was only because someone thought of him as attractive.
"W-w-wh-wh-wh-what is that for," he said hopefully, hoping that nothing was about to happen.
"Lay down Dudley." Dumbledore commanded. But Dudley didn't listen, so Dumbledore made him. His body moved towards the bed and laid down. Dumbledore began to unrobe. Dudley stared longingly into his old wrinkled penis.
Harry ran up the stairs not caring that they moved themselves. He knew some valuable information and the only person who he could tell was Albus Dumbledore and this was his office. But right when he got to the door he stopped. Normally he wouldn't have cared about running right in, because Dumbledore normally didn't care. But he heard moaning and groaning.
A cold rush of wind whipped his face as he slowly made his way up the long set of marble stairs. He didn't want to be here. But he had no choice. His arms reached out and pushed open the tall, wide, wooden doors unwillingly. He stood in the Great Hall suddenly forgetting that he didn't want to be here, and that he was being forced into coming here by some "crackpot old fool," as his father referred to him.
As he silently walked down the massive room, he brushed his hands along the long, wooden tables. A beam of light ran across them. He looked up and saw that the wisp of light was coming from the summer night moon on the.ceiling? All of them were insane, just like his father had said before. He did not know where he was going. He wandered around the grand hallways aimlessly, as if there was no direction or purpose to where he was being led. Thoughts shot through his mind as he looked into all of the different classrooms. But they were not his own. Mind you, he didn't usually have many so he knew they couldn't be his. Hours seemed to pass before he finally reached his unknown destination. A stone gargoyle stared into his eyes. Somehow, he knew what to say, as if he knew exactly where he was.
"Cockroach cluster" he said quietly. He was afraid now.
The gargoyle sprung open. He walked up the spiral staircase. He knew this place like the back of his hand, yet he had never been here. He tried to pull back, but the force pulling him forward was too strong. He closed his eyes. His legs were walking by themselves, now. He peeked and slightly opened his right eye. An ancient, robed man with a long white beard was in front of him.
"Welcome, Dudley," Dumbledore said.
"Wh-wh-what do you want with m-me?" He asked franticly finally being able to move on his own free will. He ran as fast as his short chubby legs would allow him to the doors but they shut in his face causing him to jump back a few feet.
"Please, do take a seat," Dumbledore said kindly turning Dudley towards a large comfortable looking chair that sat facing a desk.
Well, it had been a long journey here. He looked at the chair longingly; he would feel very well if he just sat down for a few minutes. Albus Dumbledore seemed like a very kind man, he wished he knew someone like him... He shook the thought off. This man was insane and he would pay for it. His father would hold with no such nonsense. This man would not poison his mind like he had Harry's.
"What do you want from me? Why am I here?" Dudley asked angrily.
"You must be thirsty," the old man said, completely changing the subject, "have a drink."
"No!" Dudley exclaimed. How could this horrible man think of having a drink now?
"Oh, but you've gone to very far lengths to get here, why not just relax? I have some quite delicious soda pop..."
Dudley thought about the offer. Even if he was angry he had had a long journey and he was very thirsty. The man seemed kind enough. One little drink couldn't hurt. He gulped down the Coca Cola that had appeared out of a little stick that the man carried, not before he mumbled some gibberish, of course.
"Now Dudley, let me explain why you're here," the man said.
"Right...tell me why I'm here..." Dudley didn't seem to pay much attention to Dumbledore as he took greedy sips from his cola.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at this school. I summoned you hear using a certain mind control called "legilimency". You may wonder why I even wanted you to come, see, when I first saw you it was...." Dumbledore went on and on. Dudley didn't seem to care because he kept on taking all the sodas Dumbledore gave him.
"...and that's when I first started growing attracted towards you."
"WHAT?!?!?!" Dudley screamed.
"Yes. I know Dudley, but I am attracted towards you and there is nothing that can stop that." Dumbledore said staring straight into Dudley's eyes. His eyes twinkled behind his long crooked nose.
Dudley looked back and could not help but return the feelings. No. This wasn't right. Not only was he a wizard, but he was also a man and he had to be at least three times his age.
"GET.AWAY.FROM.ME." Dudley screamed as he jumped out of the chair spilling the Coca Cola all over the floor, trying to get out of the office that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller as each second passed. He was trapped. There was no way out, and there might never be.
Suddenly a bed appeared in front of him. He wondered why Dumbledore had decided to cast this bed here. Than it hid him. He suddenly realized what was happening with a sudden swish of fear and happiness. "HAPPINESS?!?!" he thought to himself quickly. He hoped it was only because someone thought of him as attractive.
"W-w-wh-wh-wh-what is that for," he said hopefully, hoping that nothing was about to happen.
"Lay down Dudley." Dumbledore commanded. But Dudley didn't listen, so Dumbledore made him. His body moved towards the bed and laid down. Dumbledore began to unrobe. Dudley stared longingly into his old wrinkled penis.
Harry ran up the stairs not caring that they moved themselves. He knew some valuable information and the only person who he could tell was Albus Dumbledore and this was his office. But right when he got to the door he stopped. Normally he wouldn't have cared about running right in, because Dumbledore normally didn't care. But he heard moaning and groaning.