Disclaimer: Kvun doesn't own Harry Potter...sigh...nope just doesn't...
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Kvun: ok! Before all of you flame me because of this stupid story, let me just say I KNOW IT SUCKS LIKE CRAP. I only wrote it to annoy a friend who's name shall rest anonymous... (coughelsieya.k.a.Licough).
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Harry stirred. He had hardly slept at all. All this stress. All his friends had left him, leaving him alone in his house for 1 month. No contacts. He should have known. People only liked him because of his stupid scar. He kicked his trunk, but far from relieving his anger, he now suffered major foot pains. He walked down the stairs to his kitchen.
Harry lived in a small house. And when I say small, I mean like tiny! It made the Burrow seem like a mansion. All his so called friends had moved on. Fred and George were doing great with their joke shop. Hermoine had become a Healer, thought Harry doubted that she'd ever stop her S.P.E.W. thing. Ron had made the Chudley Cannons team for quidditch too. Nobody had bothered to keep in contact.
Harry found it very hard to continue his life in the wirzarding world too. He is no longer as famous ever since the second war with Tromed Lov. Who had seem to taken over Voldemort's steps. And he had been robed from all his Gringotts money after Tromed Lov came into power.
DING DONG! Rang the bell. Harry jumped in shock being deep in thought. Who wouldn't? Who expects your old headmaster visit you uninvited? And in the rain too? Harry went to let Dumbledore in.
Dumbledore POV
Sigh, it's only only been 1 month since Harry left Hogwarts 7th year and already I miss him. His laughter, smiles, and long slim legs. When he plies on his broom, he's like my flying angel.
Narrator POV
Harry ran to the door.
"Good morning proffesor Dumbledore"
"Oh Harry..." he croacked. And collapsed on Harry.
Harry was in shock. What was he going to do? He took out his wand and conjured a stretcher and magicked Dummbledore to his large couch. He noticed that he wore nothing under his travel cloark Harry's heart beat faster.
Dumbledore POV
How long I've waited for this day. I've been through too much. So has Harry. Today is the day. He must know the truth.
Narrator POV
Harry gently lay himdown on the couch.
"What happened?" he asked trying to keep his voice steady.
"Nothing... don't worry..." he replied in a rather hoarse voice "there is a far greated thing you must know before it is too late".
"What" Harry asked eagerly.
"I love you" and befor Harry could react, he cupped his face and gave him a long kiss. Well, it would have been long, if Harry hadn't pushed away. And to his surprise, Dumbledore chuckled.
"So much like you father" he said "he fought quite hard against my Impersius curse. But he gave up eventually."
"What?!" Harry stuttered slightly, "my father?"
"Yes, yes... I was quite angry when even after of 5 years of mind-tearing pleasure, he left me for Lilly Evans. Obviously, I had to kill him after."
"What?!" yelled Harry, "you said Voldemort killed my parents"
"It took quite a bit of effort to frame good old Tom" he said gently.
He reached for Harry again. On any other occasion, Harry would've fought back. He would've pushed and cursed. He knew that he was not queer. He was sure. But even as Dumbledore leaned closer, he felt all his thought leave. All his anger towards his friends surged. And his father. His father had don't this too. He reached closer and even broughtDumbledore closer. He could hear him breathe deeply...
The kiss... it was magical. Never had he felt any sensation like this. It surged throught his body giving him a tingly feeling.
They stroked each other throught their hair. Dumbledore had wrinkly skin. Harry had always known that. The years did that to him. But he never thought hat it could be so smooth. Smooth like silk. Disturbing, yet satisfying.
Harry thought to himself. If his friends ever found out. But they didn't care about him. They weren't even his friends. Nobody did. There was only Dumbldore.
"Albus" he moaned.
Dumbledore's long crooked nose poked him in the eye. But Harry didn't care. He loved him. Oh my god, what was happening to him?
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Kvun: ok! I know this is the most disturbing story I ever wrote! But ya... it was fun... LOL Please review...even though it's gonna be like all flames...
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Kvun: ok! Before all of you flame me because of this stupid story, let me just say I KNOW IT SUCKS LIKE CRAP. I only wrote it to annoy a friend who's name shall rest anonymous... (coughelsieya.k.a.Licough).
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Harry stirred. He had hardly slept at all. All this stress. All his friends had left him, leaving him alone in his house for 1 month. No contacts. He should have known. People only liked him because of his stupid scar. He kicked his trunk, but far from relieving his anger, he now suffered major foot pains. He walked down the stairs to his kitchen.
Harry lived in a small house. And when I say small, I mean like tiny! It made the Burrow seem like a mansion. All his so called friends had moved on. Fred and George were doing great with their joke shop. Hermoine had become a Healer, thought Harry doubted that she'd ever stop her S.P.E.W. thing. Ron had made the Chudley Cannons team for quidditch too. Nobody had bothered to keep in contact.
Harry found it very hard to continue his life in the wirzarding world too. He is no longer as famous ever since the second war with Tromed Lov. Who had seem to taken over Voldemort's steps. And he had been robed from all his Gringotts money after Tromed Lov came into power.
DING DONG! Rang the bell. Harry jumped in shock being deep in thought. Who wouldn't? Who expects your old headmaster visit you uninvited? And in the rain too? Harry went to let Dumbledore in.
Dumbledore POV
Sigh, it's only only been 1 month since Harry left Hogwarts 7th year and already I miss him. His laughter, smiles, and long slim legs. When he plies on his broom, he's like my flying angel.
Narrator POV
Harry ran to the door.
"Good morning proffesor Dumbledore"
"Oh Harry..." he croacked. And collapsed on Harry.
Harry was in shock. What was he going to do? He took out his wand and conjured a stretcher and magicked Dummbledore to his large couch. He noticed that he wore nothing under his travel cloark Harry's heart beat faster.
Dumbledore POV
How long I've waited for this day. I've been through too much. So has Harry. Today is the day. He must know the truth.
Narrator POV
Harry gently lay himdown on the couch.
"What happened?" he asked trying to keep his voice steady.
"Nothing... don't worry..." he replied in a rather hoarse voice "there is a far greated thing you must know before it is too late".
"What" Harry asked eagerly.
"I love you" and befor Harry could react, he cupped his face and gave him a long kiss. Well, it would have been long, if Harry hadn't pushed away. And to his surprise, Dumbledore chuckled.
"So much like you father" he said "he fought quite hard against my Impersius curse. But he gave up eventually."
"What?!" Harry stuttered slightly, "my father?"
"Yes, yes... I was quite angry when even after of 5 years of mind-tearing pleasure, he left me for Lilly Evans. Obviously, I had to kill him after."
"What?!" yelled Harry, "you said Voldemort killed my parents"
"It took quite a bit of effort to frame good old Tom" he said gently.
He reached for Harry again. On any other occasion, Harry would've fought back. He would've pushed and cursed. He knew that he was not queer. He was sure. But even as Dumbledore leaned closer, he felt all his thought leave. All his anger towards his friends surged. And his father. His father had don't this too. He reached closer and even broughtDumbledore closer. He could hear him breathe deeply...
The kiss... it was magical. Never had he felt any sensation like this. It surged throught his body giving him a tingly feeling.
They stroked each other throught their hair. Dumbledore had wrinkly skin. Harry had always known that. The years did that to him. But he never thought hat it could be so smooth. Smooth like silk. Disturbing, yet satisfying.
Harry thought to himself. If his friends ever found out. But they didn't care about him. They weren't even his friends. Nobody did. There was only Dumbldore.
"Albus" he moaned.
Dumbledore's long crooked nose poked him in the eye. But Harry didn't care. He loved him. Oh my god, what was happening to him?
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Kvun: ok! I know this is the most disturbing story I ever wrote! But ya... it was fun... LOL Please review...even though it's gonna be like all flames...