Title: Harry Potter and the Quest for Harry Junior
Rating: R for Violence, slash, humor, sexual references, let's just say its R for every single bad thing possible.
Warning: If you aren't willing to open your mind up, then take your closed mind and go. Because we have a bit of everything so you might not like this if you're of the faint hearted kind.
Disclaimer: Gotta love J.K. for writing such a great story line so I could totally abuse it. This all belongs to her; I only have my sick humor.
Chapter Two: Surgeries and Memories
Great Britain
(Still unknown)
Early Morning
Voldmeort did his victory dance as Peter brushed his teeth vigorously, Voldmemort's eyes gleamed red as the held the container. Petigrew was pale and was looking as if he might start vomiting again.
"We have defeated him! He hasn't gotten the balls to challenge us now!" Voldemort cackled at his own joke. Petigrew turned green around the gills at the mention of balls.
"Oh buck up, its not like you haven't ever had a dick in your mouth before. You and I…" Voldemort said unsympathetic as Peter ran to the toilet and retched again. Then he got back into his happy mode.
"Spineless creature, go get the doctor's bag and come over here!" Voldemort demanded as Peter brightened and actually started to bounce on his feet.
"Are we going to play doctor?" He asked as his eyes turned hopeful on Voldemort.
"Hell no, you know we only play that at night in my bed…however there could be an exception….okay, first we play doctor then we do surgery." He ordered as he herded Peter in the bedroom.
"What are you going to operate on?" He asked curious. Voldemort smirked evilly and held up the container.
"Not me, you…your going to be adding something to me…" He smiled down wickedly at Peter. The door closed and all you could hear was "Oh hell no…." Then all you could hear were the screams…of pleasure.
Hogwarts
Hospital Wing
10:00 am
"Its official…Harry Junior is indeed missing." Madam Pomfrey announced after a very thorough exam. emphasis on thorough
Harry who was laying on the cot with Mcgonall on his right and Dumbledore on his left started crying. He'd never thought it was possible to lose your member. Tears were coming down Mcgonall's face.
"I'm going to miss Harry Junior…" She whispered as her tears fell onto the white bedspread. Dumbledore started at her words.
"I mean er…" But Dumbledore cut in before she could finish her lame excuse.
"Me too." Then he too let a tear fall. Harry was sitting up looking at the flat and empty spot above the sacred ground that had once held Harry Junior.
"I can't believe he left…I always feed his appetites and I always washed him…Why would he do this to me? I thought we were friends." The grief in Harry's voice spoke volumes.
"It's okay, Potter…these things happen…well they've never happened before but then again you've always been a freak with that scar and all." Dumbledore stated and then stood up. Offering his arm to Minerva.
"Well, there's nothing to be done…he's just a nobody now, let's go find a somebody." He offered and she stood with a smile as they walked to the door a sentence floated back.
"I hear that Mr. Malfoy is very willing…" Harry stared at their backs in disbelief and then Madam Pomfrey brought him his clothes. He stared at them in surprise.
"What are these for?" He asked stupidly, she sighed at him and rolled her eyes at his stupidly.
"They're your clothes, your to leave…there's no reason you should stay here. There's nothing I can do about you not being a man." She answered snidely as she turned to walk away.
"But I can't go out there…don't throw me out there…" But she was already gone, Harry put on his clothes slowly then walked out the door. He went into the girl's bathroom to find Myrtle who was not sympatric at all to his tale.
"So now that you're a loser you want to spend time with me…well forget it! I don't want to be seen around you!" Then she disappeared down a toilet. Harry stared and then slid down to the floor.
"I was a winner once." But his tone was weak and it came out a question more then anything else.