The End of Book 7
Harry entered the room, wet from the pouring rain outside. His shirt stuck to his body, clinging to his pecs. After 6 years at Hogwarts, the boy who lived was now a man. His shoulders were muscular and broad, and his bulging biceps were visible. Harry noticed 'I AM LORD VOLDERMORT' in big red letters floating above him. The letters slowly started to rearrange, moving right in front of Harry. ' I LOVE OLDER MEN' was now spelled out.
Harry was a little surprised. He paused. Realizing there was no 'n' in Voldermort, he coughed. "Ahem." The letters started to jumble around again. Now it spelled "DA ME TI AMOR DOLLOR." Although he was fluent in Latin, Harry knew absolutely zero spanish.
"Ay chingada" harry cursed. Suddenly He-who-must-not-be-named emerged from the curtains.
"Wotcher, Harry." Voldemort reached deep into his robes, and pulled out his wand. It was a slick, 11 inch, with red phoenix hair. Harry then followed suit, and pulled out his wand, although it was a few inches shorter, and bare. Harry knew his whole life up to now was in preparation for this moment. He had practiced with his wand every day since he was 12, mastering control of it.
Voldermort was not going to wait for Harry to make his move. With his wand held erect, he sextended it towards Harry. "fellatio" he murmered under his breath.
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To be continued.............. | 
