*Voldemorts POV*
I woke up and opened my bright baby blue orbs to see my mom burst into my room holding my already packed hot pink aeropostle suit case. I sigh and throw my long wavy brown hair into a messy bun, and watch my mom put her cigarette out on her hand. I try to get out of my bed to talk to her, but my massively thicc dumpy ass weighed me down too much to stand up by myself. Ive always been bulled because of my solar system sized double thiccy dumptruck, but ive never let it get me down. I've got my best friends, percy weasley, and dolores umbridge by my side to help raise my confidence about my absolutely double decker ten ton derriere. My mom eventually helps me stand up by just launching my 900 pound double dumpy ass out of the bed. But I'm also a 3'4, 28 pound petite little boy. "Mom why do you have my suitcase?" I asked. "I spent all our money on cigarretes. I can't afford rent or strippers anymore, so I'm selling you to one direction. Your new owners are downstairs. Get your thick, juicy, triple layered dumptruck downstairs and leave." She responded, lighting a new cigarette. "Mom literally wtf."
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Harry Potter and the Solar System Sized, Double Thiccy, Dumptruck
RomanceThis is not a spoof. This is real, i take my craft of writing VERY seriously. JK Rowling don't @ me.
