Harry Sat down on the smooth leather chair in his room. He sighed
"Pussy like girls..." He mumbled under his breath, "Damn... Is my pussy gay?" His breath hitched in his throat, tears welling in his eyes. He let out a choked sob and buried his face in his hands.
There was the sudden click of the door handle and he heard a creek, then footsteps. There was a warm hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up and saw a familiar sad smile and bright blue eyes.
"It's a holiday..." Wheatley said quietly, "play with my pussy day"
Harry jumped up and fucking punched Wheatley really hard in the face.
"OW BITCH!! DA FUCK WUZ DAT FOR?!"
Harry didn't answer, but instead quietly strutted out of his room. Just as he enters the doorway, he hit a solid figure.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!?"
It was Dumbledore
