Please don't ask. I was inspired by having read Anne Rice and Clive Barker
within a week of each other. Children, DO NOT DO IT! IT IS BAD AND SICK AND
WRONG! YOU WILL NEVER RECOVER! YOU WILL END UP JUST LIKE ME!
~
The sequel to the First.
Yes indeed, he would get the boy to love him, no matter what it took.
Taking in a deep breath, Dumbledore stood up before the students, ready to say something of his usual, beginning of term speech. He kept his eyes looking straight ahead, keeping Harry in the corner of his eyes. Ah... such youth. It was his to corrupt.
*
Anne Greogorio nudged her friend. They were very nervous. They were newly sorted Gryffindors and each looked up at Dumbledore in awe.
"He's such a great man," Anne whispered. "I wonder what he thinks of?"
*
-Inside Dumbledore's mind-
He was supreme. Dressed in tight black leather boxers, with a long black leather trenchcoat, fingerless, black leather gloves and a belt wrapped around his torso and waist. He was...
EL DIABLO!!!
He stepped into the dungeon and cracked his whip. The whimpering sound that had echoed throughout the room had stopped. He licked his ever-dry lips in anticiiiiiiiiii-PA-tion!
"Professor Dumbledore!" Said a low, husky voice. He turned to face a boy, strung from the ceiling, attached to the floor. It was Harry Potter. All those hours of Quidditch practises sure had paid off! Harry had a glorious pale tan (though how he'd be able to get it beneath those Quidditch robes, we'll never know... unless... NUDE QUIDDITCH! *claps* I'm a genius!) and his impish green eyes sparkled in the dim light.
With a single flap, Dumbledore dropped his leather trenchcoat revealing the wrap around belt thing that had all manner of whips tucked into it.
Then suddenly...
The GROOVY music swelled!
"You!" Dumbledore pointed. "I wanna take you to a GAY BAR. I wanna take you to a GAY BAR! I wanna take you to a GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR."
At that moment, Sirius, Lupin, Snape, Mr. weasly, Bill, Charlie, Lucius Malfoy and several Deatheaters appeared from behind the curtain that had mysteriously appeared, each similarly attired and clapping along, gazing admiringly at each other's crotches.
"You're a superstar!" They squealed, "at the GAY BAR! You're a superstar! At the GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR!"
Snape and Lucius Malfoy proceeded to perform their baton twirling techniques and Remus licked his nipple. The Deatheaters began to hug and caress their imaginary breasts, howling away. Harry Potter's cute ass began to bounce along to the beat.
Suddenly, the music changed and Dumbledore opened his mouth and said...
"I see you baby! Shaking that ass! Shaking that ass! Shaking that ass! I see you baby!---" And so he continued, his 'dancers' proceeding to heavily pet each other and blow kisses at Harry.
*
Anne Gregorio sighed. "I guess we'll never know..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, knowing that the Invisibility cloak tucked tightly against his shrivelled penis, would never be the same again.
~
Umm... lyrics belong to Electric 6 and whoever that other diva was, I dunno her name.
TBC
Stay tuned for the arrival of SIRIUS! (Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH!!!)
~
The sequel to the First.
Yes indeed, he would get the boy to love him, no matter what it took.
Taking in a deep breath, Dumbledore stood up before the students, ready to say something of his usual, beginning of term speech. He kept his eyes looking straight ahead, keeping Harry in the corner of his eyes. Ah... such youth. It was his to corrupt.
*
Anne Greogorio nudged her friend. They were very nervous. They were newly sorted Gryffindors and each looked up at Dumbledore in awe.
"He's such a great man," Anne whispered. "I wonder what he thinks of?"
*
-Inside Dumbledore's mind-
He was supreme. Dressed in tight black leather boxers, with a long black leather trenchcoat, fingerless, black leather gloves and a belt wrapped around his torso and waist. He was...
EL DIABLO!!!
He stepped into the dungeon and cracked his whip. The whimpering sound that had echoed throughout the room had stopped. He licked his ever-dry lips in anticiiiiiiiiii-PA-tion!
"Professor Dumbledore!" Said a low, husky voice. He turned to face a boy, strung from the ceiling, attached to the floor. It was Harry Potter. All those hours of Quidditch practises sure had paid off! Harry had a glorious pale tan (though how he'd be able to get it beneath those Quidditch robes, we'll never know... unless... NUDE QUIDDITCH! *claps* I'm a genius!) and his impish green eyes sparkled in the dim light.
With a single flap, Dumbledore dropped his leather trenchcoat revealing the wrap around belt thing that had all manner of whips tucked into it.
Then suddenly...
The GROOVY music swelled!
"You!" Dumbledore pointed. "I wanna take you to a GAY BAR. I wanna take you to a GAY BAR! I wanna take you to a GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR."
At that moment, Sirius, Lupin, Snape, Mr. weasly, Bill, Charlie, Lucius Malfoy and several Deatheaters appeared from behind the curtain that had mysteriously appeared, each similarly attired and clapping along, gazing admiringly at each other's crotches.
"You're a superstar!" They squealed, "at the GAY BAR! You're a superstar! At the GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR!"
Snape and Lucius Malfoy proceeded to perform their baton twirling techniques and Remus licked his nipple. The Deatheaters began to hug and caress their imaginary breasts, howling away. Harry Potter's cute ass began to bounce along to the beat.
Suddenly, the music changed and Dumbledore opened his mouth and said...
"I see you baby! Shaking that ass! Shaking that ass! Shaking that ass! I see you baby!---" And so he continued, his 'dancers' proceeding to heavily pet each other and blow kisses at Harry.
*
Anne Gregorio sighed. "I guess we'll never know..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, knowing that the Invisibility cloak tucked tightly against his shrivelled penis, would never be the same again.
~
Umm... lyrics belong to Electric 6 and whoever that other diva was, I dunno her name.
TBC
Stay tuned for the arrival of SIRIUS! (Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUNH!!!)