The Harry Potter Random Stories Book

Harry Potter And The Death Of Magic - Or: Fuck I accidentally wrote porn

It was a very good night that Voldemort laughed at the ministry of magic. He had never seen anything so badly. "I don't think it's large, you know?", he said hoarsely to Harry. "I thought you were kind", Harry pouted and looked around. He saw Fred and Hermione together at his bedside talking about Snapes pointed nose. 

"Where's Dumbledores leg?", he asked Ron furiously and pulled out his enormous wooden potato. "I don't know but he couldn't go straight away from death", Ron muttered to Harry and Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly to look suspicious. Then Voldemort said: " Dumbledore left us all. It's not going to manage that he will come back." The dark lord was a handsome set of magical cooperation and Hermione left the Weasley to say something extremely agitated: "You don't rejoin his master. But I bet you can help me with special services." Her voice seemed embarrassingly feeble and Harry felt a mixture of fear and sympathize. "I would like to. ... I think we should go and tell anyone except ... squib", Voldemort answered quietly and pulled her to the kitchen. Ron's Ron stared incredulously at them and turned around to his surroundings: "Don't you think it's wrong? Harry, I'm close to ghost." "I don't ... don't bubble a little squit that is ready", Harry shot back enthusiastically dawdling. 

Meanwhile, Hermione whispered formidable to the kitchen table below her. It was the first time she had turned on Malfoy and looked at him with a sucking wand between Hermiones mouth. "Darling you are supposed, to be honest with me. I shall not practicing act until he is ashamed of him because I want you to be my dear", Malfoy softly said and looked slightly mad at the back end of Voldemort.  

Harry knew Ron was thinking about this interruption and he felt the familiar sensation of magic. But Harry continued to burn red hair boy Ron who was still ogling with anger and frustration. They both stood there for a few seconds before Harry said very slowly: "Do you want to go to other cock and work at me like ... Hermione Granger?" "well ... you are not the chamber of secrets for me. But that's ... lifesaver", Ron smirked and pulled Harry heatedly to the snowy yard. Then he placed his hand on Harry's brim and the feverishly Harry looked overemotional into his squinting eyes. He thought of Ginny Weasley but then he breathed deep and fists his handsome fellow. 

It was the best hammering of all time.

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I am truly sorry for this.

It's the Generators fault.