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And The Winner Is
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,114
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter and I’m not making any money off writing this crazy story either. I actually think I’m quite insane. J.K. Rowling’s is a Goddess.
And The Winner Is
And The Winner Is
Flora_Winters
I do not own Harry Potter and I’m not making any money off writing this crazy story either. I actually think I’m quite insane. J.K. Rowling’s is a Goddess.
Summary: This is just me having some wicked fun with Harry and the lord some people like to call Jesus H. Christ when they hurt themselves. You can review if you like or you can review if you hate. I like it when some of my writings crawl like serpents under reader’s delicate skins.
Chapter One: In Which Harry Potter Meets Jesus Christ and is Unimpressed
Harry was forced to take a seat by some unseen force before a young man who was seated directly across from him at the long wooden table. It was glossy and made from the reddest of cherry-wood. The guy didn’t look like what all the crazy religious fanatics were going on about. In fact, he wasn’t even white.
“So,” he said, looking at the “so-called” savior of man. “You’re Jesus.”
The dark skinned man nodded his head, making his hair bounce in the light. It had a glistening sheen to it. “And you’re Harry.”
Harry cocked his head to the side. “Was it the scar, Jesus?”
Jesus looked away from him. “You could say that.”
Harry decided it was time to get this over and done with already. He was missing Quidditch for crying out loud.
“Anything you have done,” Harry told him, leaning back in his seat. “I’ve obviously done better.”
Jesus turned, looking at him with amber eyes. He actually snorted.
“Do you think so?”
Oh, it was on! Grade-school style!
~*~
A beautiful man in black was standing in the dancing shadows and looked at the handsome man in white.
“My money is on the brat with the one scar that can be perfectly hidden with the right shade of concealer, Big G.”
The handsome man in white rolled his eyes, stomped his foot, and sighed in annoyance.
“You would, Little L.”
The beautiful man in black chuckled, tossing in thirty pieces of silver.
To Be Continued.
Flora_Winters
I do not own Harry Potter and I’m not making any money off writing this crazy story either. I actually think I’m quite insane. J.K. Rowling’s is a Goddess.
Summary: This is just me having some wicked fun with Harry and the lord some people like to call Jesus H. Christ when they hurt themselves. You can review if you like or you can review if you hate. I like it when some of my writings crawl like serpents under reader’s delicate skins.
Chapter One: In Which Harry Potter Meets Jesus Christ and is Unimpressed
Harry was forced to take a seat by some unseen force before a young man who was seated directly across from him at the long wooden table. It was glossy and made from the reddest of cherry-wood. The guy didn’t look like what all the crazy religious fanatics were going on about. In fact, he wasn’t even white.
“So,” he said, looking at the “so-called” savior of man. “You’re Jesus.”
The dark skinned man nodded his head, making his hair bounce in the light. It had a glistening sheen to it. “And you’re Harry.”
Harry cocked his head to the side. “Was it the scar, Jesus?”
Jesus looked away from him. “You could say that.”
Harry decided it was time to get this over and done with already. He was missing Quidditch for crying out loud.
“Anything you have done,” Harry told him, leaning back in his seat. “I’ve obviously done better.”
Jesus turned, looking at him with amber eyes. He actually snorted.
“Do you think so?”
Oh, it was on! Grade-school style!
~*~
A beautiful man in black was standing in the dancing shadows and looked at the handsome man in white.
“My money is on the brat with the one scar that can be perfectly hidden with the right shade of concealer, Big G.”
The handsome man in white rolled his eyes, stomped his foot, and sighed in annoyance.
“You would, Little L.”
The beautiful man in black chuckled, tossing in thirty pieces of silver.
To Be Continued.