The Shortest Short Stories Ever: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?
By Spectra16
A/N: This chapter is going to be very short, and also very copied. I found a live journal avatar that had what I'm about to put down in writing. I wish I had come up with it. If you want the icon, just e-mail me and I'll send it to you. I do not take credit for this (but I sure as hell wish I could). Enjoy. This one is going to be short.
Disclaimer: Like I just said, I don't own what I am writing. I'm just giving it more detail.
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Chapter Seventeen: What Would Professor Lupin Do For A Klondike Bar?
He'd admit it, that's what he's do for a Klondike bar.
Harry looked into the eyes of his Dark Arts teacher that had been a friend to him for so long. With a look of disbelief, Harry asked Lupin about the truth.
"You're really a werewolf?" Harry asked, his mouth open in shock. Lupin nodded a little.
"Yes."
"Are you fucking serious!" Harry shouted a little, wondering if he shouldn't have. Lupin nodded again.
"Yes, that too," He looked down at his shoes. Harry was taken back.
"What?" Harry asked, not understanding what he meant by that. Lupin's eyes widened, realizing Harry didn't just ask what Lupin thought he asked.
"Oops. Too much information," Lupin nearly laughed.