Drabbling...
Summary: Dumbledore visits Sirius behind the veil, hilarity ensues.
One dim dreary evening, Dumbledore grew tired of his meaningless existence as one of the many dead. He was sick of all the respectable spirits. They always wanted to know how their friends were doing, or how the world had changed in the past hundred or so years since they had died. ( Read more... )
One dim dreary evening, Dumbledore grew tired of his meaningless existence as one of the many dead. He was sick of all the respectable spirits. They always wanted to know how their friends were doing, or how the world had changed in the past hundred or so years since they had died. ( Read more... )
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<3
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"What I would've given to've known that seventh year- James would've had a right old laugh to see the greasy git following a young blond boy around. I mean, we always expected him to be a follower, but a pedi- shirtlifter?"
"It's not as if the staff didn't have their suspicions- why else would he have wanted the constant surveillance on Harry?"
"THAT NASTY BASTARD WANTED TO WATCH MY GODSON UNDRESS?"
"Calm down, Sirius! He obviously found someone a bit more willing.. ouch.. who would've guessed such a snotty brat would bend that way?"
*Dies* The fact that you used shritlifter automatically makes this drabble great!
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You should redo the ending, it's got so much potential rawr.
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