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of you who have reviewed! And thanks, all of you who have reviewed more
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how many reviews I'd have without them.
Oh yeah, and thanks wdbydoglvr (wdby dog lover!?),Hermione, and Sirius Lover for Life, along with ash vault rose garden and that Aelf guy for adding me to your author alerts. And thanks Aelfswythe and ash vault rose garden for adding me to the ultimate list, your FAVORITES list!!! Okay, now I'm all teary-eyed, so I'll just stop the thank-yous now. Is "yous" a word? My computer doesn't think so. Well, forget that computer; I'll just go by instinct noe. Wait- that last word doesn't look right. Nohw? No, that doesn't look right either. Okay, maybe I shouldn't forgot the computer. Er, forget.
Those last few sentences, of course, were not serious. I know how to spell now, and I know all about verb-form. So whyy didn't you all got off uv my back, huh!?
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or my scary interpretation of Dumbledore.
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Harry and Ron hesitantly went inside the open door. They walked up a few stairs, which ended at another door, which was also already open.
The room had no one inside. Harry and Ron looked around- the office had changed some, but not that much.
Sipping their orange juices, Harry and Ron sat down in two chairs that were available. The rest of the chairs were occupied by various types of lady's underwear.
Lady's underwear.
"WHAT THE HECK!?" shouted Ron, jumping up.
Harry picked up a neon pink and very lacy bra that he thought was the same one that Dumbledore had worn at breakfast the other day.
He then examined all of the other items. They had a vast range of colors, shapes, and sizes...
"My gosh, Dumbledore's a freak." Said Ron, horrified. "A freak..."
"Don't say that about Dumbledore!" said Harry firmly.
That's when Dumbledore came in through the open door, dressed in a very businesslike suit, holding a big box chock-full of (what else?) underwear. There were men's and women's underwear alike inside.
"OKAY, FREAK!" shouted Harry, jumping up. "WE HAVE PROOF HERE THAT WE SHOULDN'T BE EXPELLED!" he thrust a sheet of paper in Dumbledore's face.
"Hmm..." said Dumbledore, reading. "It seems you're right. You're admitted back into the school."
"JUST LIKE THAT!?" shouted Ron, unbelieving.
"Yes." Said Dumbledore. He lay the box down on one of the chairs.
"Okay..." said Harry, sounding kind of worried. "What's with all of the..."
"Laundry?" said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Er... yeah..." said Ron, who was kind of sick yet again. "And why did you leave the door open?"
"Oh, I don't have time to open doors! What if someone were to give chase after I-"
"YOU WHAT!?!" shouted Harry, disgusted.
Dumbledore smiled a wide smile. Harry felt kind of sick himself. Dumbledore then pointed his wand directly at Harry's- no, he couldn't be pointing it there- he must be misunderstanding something-
"ACCIO LAUNDRY!" shouted Dumbledore.
Harry felt a tug in a very uncomfortable place, and then his underwear RIPPED itself off of his body, shot out of his pants, and zoomed towards Dumbledore. He caught it, smiling, and threw it into the box.
Harry was in shock. He felt utterly violated, and all he could manage was a weak-
"So... that's what you've been d-doing? Stealing people's underwear?"
"Yep!" said Dumbledore, looking mighty proud of himself. Ron fainted.
"Oh, Poppy will fix him!" said Dumbledore, smiling. "Now, Harry, tomorrow night, you will aid me on the biggest laundry heist yet!"
"NO WAY YOU CRAZY PERVERT!!!" shouted Harry, backing away from Dumbledore.
"Yes way!" said Dumbledore. "Or I will personally expel you!"
Harry could not believe his ears. What the heck had caused Dumbledore to become so perverted!? And evil!?
Ron woke up.
"Okay, Harry, so we start the laundry heist at 8:00 in the morning tomorrow! We should be taking about half of Saturday, so you'll have time for lunch. Be here! The password is 'Holy Utters'."
Ron fainted again.
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"I can't believe I'm here..." mumbled Harry, walking up to the gargoyle. He told it the password, "holy utters," and entered the office.
Dumbledore was wearing another business suit, and jumped up when he saw Harry. "Oh, good, Harry, you're here! Now let's go! Ready your wand! I'll teach you the 'finer points' of Laundry snatching!"
Harry almost thought of running away, but then he was stopped at the thought of expulsion.
Dumbledore and Harry walked down the corridor to the Great Hall.
"Prime source!" whispered Dumbledore to Harry.
"What does that-"started Harry, but Dumbledore seized him, and made him duck behind a suit of armor.
"Here, look, Colin's coming! And he's walking with- is that Ginny? PERFECT! I can show you how to snatch male AND female laundry!"
"Oh, yippe..." said Harry, wondering how he could not be noticed. Oh, wait, he wouldn't have to worry about that. He was wearing a chicken mask, as was Dumbledore.
"You see..." said Dumbledore, "You have to point AT the laundry, and the only way you're going to get it from a far distance is from behind! So, basically, we wait until they've walked past us, and then we use a summoning spell to summon it!"
"And... why are we doing this?" wondered Harry aloud.
"Well..." said Dumbledore, "I suppose it started in your first year, when I was obsessed with thick, woolen socks... from socks it went to underwear... and, well, by your fourth year, I was obsessed. And now, well, here we are!"
"Okay..." said Harry. He was confused.
"Okay, Harry, WATCH!" Dumbledore peeked out from behind the suit of armor. He pointed his wand directly at the base of Colin's back, whispered Accio, laundry, and Harry heard a sickening rip.
"Score!" whispered Dumbledore, and Harry heard a sickening rip. He also heard angry and confused voices, and then he heard two more rips. "Double score!" whispered Dumbledore.
"OKAY, WHO'S THE FREAK WHO JUST DID THAT!?" SCREAMED Ginny. Harry tried to make himself as small as possible.
"I think it came from over there!" said Colin.
"RUN, HARRY!" shouted Dumbledore, sprinting down the corridor, holding three pairs of underwear, and laughing like a madman. For an old guy, that man could move.
Harry tried to follow, but was frozen by a shout by Ginny.
"HARRY!?" screaned Ginny. "DID THAT CRAZY OLD GUY SAY YOU WERE HARRY!?"
Harry, being the idiot we all love, didn't run. He turned, and attempted to throw the suspicion off of himself.
"Er, no he didn't! I'm not Harry!"
"You sure sound like Harry." Said Colin.
"Uh, well I'm not!" said Harry, in a poorly disguised voice.
"Fine, if you aren't Harry," said Ginny, "then where do I live?"
"The Burrow. OH, WAIT, NO, that's not how I was supposed to answer- er, you do not live in the burrow."
Ginny and Colin looked at each other. "Harry." They both said.
Harry, finding his wits much too late, ran away.
"OH, YOU MAY BE ABLE TO ESCAPE ME!!!" came Ginny's voice that curiously didn't fade away as Harry ran. "BUT MARK MY WORDS: YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE ME! OH, WAIT, THAT DIDN'T COME OUT RIGHT- MARK MY WORDS: I SHALL GET YOU BACK!!! BE AFRAID! BE VERY AFRAID!!!"
Harry rushed into the Common Room, dashed upstairs, and scurried into his bed. He buried his head under the covers. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen when he faced the wrath of:
GINNY AND COLIN!!! All rights reserved.
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Well, what an interesting chapter. I'll bet that you want to review so badly, now, RIGHT!? Well, don't hold back! Review! In fact, go back and review all of the other 15 chapters, too! I won't be sad. In fact, I will be HAPPY!
I don't dare say this, but... the ultimate milestone, 100 reviews, is drawing ever near. I didn't even THINK of coming this close when I started... and I hardly dare to think that I will get there, even now. But the people who have been reviewing so far- keep it up, and maybe the dream will become a reality!
No, not the dream of fame, being rich, or marrying a big movie star. The dream of 100 reviews. I just told you about it five sentences ago, people. Learn to listen! Wait- make that learn to read. No, learn to comprehend. What you read. JUST LEARN READING COMPREHENSION, AND BE HAPPY! I sure am. Why? Because I almost have 100 reviews, did I tell you that?
Oh yeah, and thanks wdbydoglvr (wdby dog lover!?),Hermione, and Sirius Lover for Life, along with ash vault rose garden and that Aelf guy for adding me to your author alerts. And thanks Aelfswythe and ash vault rose garden for adding me to the ultimate list, your FAVORITES list!!! Okay, now I'm all teary-eyed, so I'll just stop the thank-yous now. Is "yous" a word? My computer doesn't think so. Well, forget that computer; I'll just go by instinct noe. Wait- that last word doesn't look right. Nohw? No, that doesn't look right either. Okay, maybe I shouldn't forgot the computer. Er, forget.
Those last few sentences, of course, were not serious. I know how to spell now, and I know all about verb-form. So whyy didn't you all got off uv my back, huh!?
***
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or my scary interpretation of Dumbledore.
***
Harry and Ron hesitantly went inside the open door. They walked up a few stairs, which ended at another door, which was also already open.
The room had no one inside. Harry and Ron looked around- the office had changed some, but not that much.
Sipping their orange juices, Harry and Ron sat down in two chairs that were available. The rest of the chairs were occupied by various types of lady's underwear.
Lady's underwear.
"WHAT THE HECK!?" shouted Ron, jumping up.
Harry picked up a neon pink and very lacy bra that he thought was the same one that Dumbledore had worn at breakfast the other day.
He then examined all of the other items. They had a vast range of colors, shapes, and sizes...
"My gosh, Dumbledore's a freak." Said Ron, horrified. "A freak..."
"Don't say that about Dumbledore!" said Harry firmly.
That's when Dumbledore came in through the open door, dressed in a very businesslike suit, holding a big box chock-full of (what else?) underwear. There were men's and women's underwear alike inside.
"OKAY, FREAK!" shouted Harry, jumping up. "WE HAVE PROOF HERE THAT WE SHOULDN'T BE EXPELLED!" he thrust a sheet of paper in Dumbledore's face.
"Hmm..." said Dumbledore, reading. "It seems you're right. You're admitted back into the school."
"JUST LIKE THAT!?" shouted Ron, unbelieving.
"Yes." Said Dumbledore. He lay the box down on one of the chairs.
"Okay..." said Harry, sounding kind of worried. "What's with all of the..."
"Laundry?" said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Er... yeah..." said Ron, who was kind of sick yet again. "And why did you leave the door open?"
"Oh, I don't have time to open doors! What if someone were to give chase after I-"
"YOU WHAT!?!" shouted Harry, disgusted.
Dumbledore smiled a wide smile. Harry felt kind of sick himself. Dumbledore then pointed his wand directly at Harry's- no, he couldn't be pointing it there- he must be misunderstanding something-
"ACCIO LAUNDRY!" shouted Dumbledore.
Harry felt a tug in a very uncomfortable place, and then his underwear RIPPED itself off of his body, shot out of his pants, and zoomed towards Dumbledore. He caught it, smiling, and threw it into the box.
Harry was in shock. He felt utterly violated, and all he could manage was a weak-
"So... that's what you've been d-doing? Stealing people's underwear?"
"Yep!" said Dumbledore, looking mighty proud of himself. Ron fainted.
"Oh, Poppy will fix him!" said Dumbledore, smiling. "Now, Harry, tomorrow night, you will aid me on the biggest laundry heist yet!"
"NO WAY YOU CRAZY PERVERT!!!" shouted Harry, backing away from Dumbledore.
"Yes way!" said Dumbledore. "Or I will personally expel you!"
Harry could not believe his ears. What the heck had caused Dumbledore to become so perverted!? And evil!?
Ron woke up.
"Okay, Harry, so we start the laundry heist at 8:00 in the morning tomorrow! We should be taking about half of Saturday, so you'll have time for lunch. Be here! The password is 'Holy Utters'."
Ron fainted again.
***
"I can't believe I'm here..." mumbled Harry, walking up to the gargoyle. He told it the password, "holy utters," and entered the office.
Dumbledore was wearing another business suit, and jumped up when he saw Harry. "Oh, good, Harry, you're here! Now let's go! Ready your wand! I'll teach you the 'finer points' of Laundry snatching!"
Harry almost thought of running away, but then he was stopped at the thought of expulsion.
Dumbledore and Harry walked down the corridor to the Great Hall.
"Prime source!" whispered Dumbledore to Harry.
"What does that-"started Harry, but Dumbledore seized him, and made him duck behind a suit of armor.
"Here, look, Colin's coming! And he's walking with- is that Ginny? PERFECT! I can show you how to snatch male AND female laundry!"
"Oh, yippe..." said Harry, wondering how he could not be noticed. Oh, wait, he wouldn't have to worry about that. He was wearing a chicken mask, as was Dumbledore.
"You see..." said Dumbledore, "You have to point AT the laundry, and the only way you're going to get it from a far distance is from behind! So, basically, we wait until they've walked past us, and then we use a summoning spell to summon it!"
"And... why are we doing this?" wondered Harry aloud.
"Well..." said Dumbledore, "I suppose it started in your first year, when I was obsessed with thick, woolen socks... from socks it went to underwear... and, well, by your fourth year, I was obsessed. And now, well, here we are!"
"Okay..." said Harry. He was confused.
"Okay, Harry, WATCH!" Dumbledore peeked out from behind the suit of armor. He pointed his wand directly at the base of Colin's back, whispered Accio, laundry, and Harry heard a sickening rip.
"Score!" whispered Dumbledore, and Harry heard a sickening rip. He also heard angry and confused voices, and then he heard two more rips. "Double score!" whispered Dumbledore.
"OKAY, WHO'S THE FREAK WHO JUST DID THAT!?" SCREAMED Ginny. Harry tried to make himself as small as possible.
"I think it came from over there!" said Colin.
"RUN, HARRY!" shouted Dumbledore, sprinting down the corridor, holding three pairs of underwear, and laughing like a madman. For an old guy, that man could move.
Harry tried to follow, but was frozen by a shout by Ginny.
"HARRY!?" screaned Ginny. "DID THAT CRAZY OLD GUY SAY YOU WERE HARRY!?"
Harry, being the idiot we all love, didn't run. He turned, and attempted to throw the suspicion off of himself.
"Er, no he didn't! I'm not Harry!"
"You sure sound like Harry." Said Colin.
"Uh, well I'm not!" said Harry, in a poorly disguised voice.
"Fine, if you aren't Harry," said Ginny, "then where do I live?"
"The Burrow. OH, WAIT, NO, that's not how I was supposed to answer- er, you do not live in the burrow."
Ginny and Colin looked at each other. "Harry." They both said.
Harry, finding his wits much too late, ran away.
"OH, YOU MAY BE ABLE TO ESCAPE ME!!!" came Ginny's voice that curiously didn't fade away as Harry ran. "BUT MARK MY WORDS: YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE ME! OH, WAIT, THAT DIDN'T COME OUT RIGHT- MARK MY WORDS: I SHALL GET YOU BACK!!! BE AFRAID! BE VERY AFRAID!!!"
Harry rushed into the Common Room, dashed upstairs, and scurried into his bed. He buried his head under the covers. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen when he faced the wrath of:
GINNY AND COLIN!!! All rights reserved.
***
Well, what an interesting chapter. I'll bet that you want to review so badly, now, RIGHT!? Well, don't hold back! Review! In fact, go back and review all of the other 15 chapters, too! I won't be sad. In fact, I will be HAPPY!
I don't dare say this, but... the ultimate milestone, 100 reviews, is drawing ever near. I didn't even THINK of coming this close when I started... and I hardly dare to think that I will get there, even now. But the people who have been reviewing so far- keep it up, and maybe the dream will become a reality!
No, not the dream of fame, being rich, or marrying a big movie star. The dream of 100 reviews. I just told you about it five sentences ago, people. Learn to listen! Wait- make that learn to read. No, learn to comprehend. What you read. JUST LEARN READING COMPREHENSION, AND BE HAPPY! I sure am. Why? Because I almost have 100 reviews, did I tell you that?