- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Oliver Wood
- Genres:
- Humor Parody
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
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Published: 01/11/2004Updated: 08/02/2004Words: 14,801Chapters: 7Hits: 7,361
The Very Secret LiveJournals
Arrmaitee
- Story Summary:
- SLASH! PARODY! These raunchy journal entries expose the burning, secret``thoughts and desires of Hogwarts’ sex-crazed students and staff! Warning:``contains excessive references to Harry’s eyes, Draco’s cherry, cold showers,``kinky leather goodies, and a virgin sacrifice for Uncle Voldie!
Chapter 07
- Chapter Summary:
- SLASH! PARODY! These raunchy journal entries expose the burning, secret thoughts and desires of Hogwarts’ sex-crazed students and staff! Warning: contains excessive references to Harry’s eyes, Draco’s cherry, Wood’s panties, Vaseline, rope, cold showers, kinky leather goodies, and a virgin sacrifice for Uncle Voldie!
- Posted:
- 08/02/2004
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- Author's Note:
- Inspired by and Dedicated to Cassandra Claire.
My Very Secret LiveJournal
by
Harry Potter
October 31, 1981
POST: Yay, I'm fifteen months old and it's
Halloween!
Mommy, Daddy and Uncle Voldie decided to play dress up.
Daddy dressed as a corpse.
Mommy dressed as a corpse.
Uncle Voldie dressed as a mean wizard who wouldn't give me any candy.
Wait a minute - I don't have an Uncle Voldie...
Current Mood: Confused
Comment: Shut up kid and look at the shiny
green light.
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: Ooh, is this a game? I like games... Tee hee...
I'll just watch that jet of green light explode from your big wand and...
OWWWWWWWWWW! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
That hurt... you sick fuck!
- Baby Harry
Comment: I'm melting... MEEEEEEEELTING!!!!
Damn you, Potter! I'll be back!!!
It may take me ten years, but I'll be back!
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: Yay, the creepy old guy melted!
Mommy, Daddy, you can get up now...
Mommy? Daddy?
- Baby Harry
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POST: A strangely attractive mountain man broke
into our home.
He said he was my Uncle Hagrid.
Oh, no buster... I've heard that one before.
Hey! Put me down, you twisted baby-snatcher! Help!
SOMEBODY SOUND THE AMBER ALERT!
Current Mood: Screaming
Comment: [several hours later, in Surrey]
Hagrid. At last... No problems, were there?
- Albus
Comment: No, sir. I got 'im out all right.
He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.
- Hagrid
Reply: What? I didn't fall asleep!
You were smothering me with your coat!
- Baby Harry
Comment: Take him out of your coat, Hagrid.
I'm sure he could use some oxygen.
- Albus [unwrapping Baby Harry]
Comment: THOSE EYES!!!
- Albus, Minerva, Hagrid
Reply: Oh my god, you people are sick!
I'M FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD!!!!
- Baby Harry
Comment: He's right, you know.
Just set him down on the porch over there.
- Minerva
Reply: Yeah, just set me down...
Wait a minute? What the fuck d'you think you're doing?
Who do I look like - Moses?!
- Baby Harry
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1991-1992
POST 1: Wow! It's been almost ten years since I last
posted in my LiveJournal.
Remarkably, I've forgotten everything that happened, and my Aunt and Uncle
have convinced me that my good-for-nothing parents died in a car accident.
Oh yeah, and I live in a cupboard under the stairs and my life really sucks.
But on the bright side, this morning I discovered I have a penis.
I guess things are looking up!
Current Mood: Upbeat
Comment: What are you doing in that cupboard,
boy?
- Uncle Vernon
Reply: [moan] Oh nothing...
- Harry
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POST 2: Went to zoo for Dudders' eleventh birthday.
Visited the reptile house.
Liberated snake.
Did not find snake strangely attractive...
Really... I didn't...
Current Mood: Lying
Comments: None [Harry doesn't have any friends, remember...]
Reply: How did I get my own Very Secret
LiveJournal, anyway?
I don't own a computer...
And the LiveJournal technology hasn't even been developed yet...
Must be magic...
- Harry
Comment: THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!
- Uncle Vernon
Reply: Oh, yeah... I forgot...
- Harry
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POST 3: Went to get the mail.
I got a letter... A letter? For me?
But I have no friends or relatives...
And look, the writer knows I live in a cupboard!
[gasp] It must be the Bureau for Child Welfare!
They've finally read my handwritten plea!
Current Mood: Elated
Comment: Gimme that letter, boy!
- Uncle Vernon
Reply: NO! IT'S MINE!
- Harry
Comment: [ripping letter out of Harry's hand
and reading it]
Oh crap!
- Uncle Vernon
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POST 4: Received more letters from the Bureau.
Mean Uncle Vernon took them all away...
He's covering his tracks by moving me to Dudley's Second Bedroom.
But I'm already preparing for my testimony against him.
That bastard's gonna rot in jail for this!
Why are there owls defecating on my windowsill?
Current Mood: Inquisitive
Comment: Look kid, we flooded your chimney
with letters,
and you couldn't even catch ONE!
Haven't you ever taken a fucking physical education course?
- Disgruntled Owl
Reply: I think the nice owl likes me...
- Harry
Comment: [starts beating head against glass]
- Disgruntled Owl
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POST 5: Uncle Vernon decided that we needed to flee
from the law.
The Bureau must be hot on our trail.
First we went to a hotel, but the Bureau tracked us there.
Now we're in a miserable little shack on a large rock out in the sea.
This is gonna be great for my testimony.
I can tell them all about my escape attempts.
Hmm... d'you think Aunt Petunia will notice if I start playing with my penis?
I need to give myself a birthday present!
Current Mood: solid
Comment: [knocking the door down]
Sorry 'bout that...
- Hagrid
Reply: Oh my god, it's the Bureau! You found me!
[pointing at Uncle Vernon]
Take him away!
- Harry
Comment: Umm... I'm not wit' the Bureau, Harry.
I've come ter take yeh to Hogwarts.
- Hagrid [handing Harry his letter]
Reply: What? You interrupted my masturbation for
this?
- Harry
Comment: But I brough' yeh a birthday cake...
- Hagrid
Reply: A cake? For me? Is it a large sticky
chocolate cake
with creamy vanilla frosting?
- Harry
Comment: It's all chocolate... now.
I... er... sat on it on the way here.
- Hagrid
Reply: Er... thanks... I guess...
Hey Dudley, you want some cake?
It's chocolate!
- Harry
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POST 6: Hagrid told me that my parents were famous
wizards,
that they were blown up by some crackpot named You-Know-Who,
and that it's my destiny to defeat him after I learn some
magic tricks at a snooty prep school in Scotland.
What the fuck?
Current Mood: Confused
Comment: Yer a wizard, Harry.
- Hagrid
Reply: I... can't be a wizard.
I'm just... Harry.
- Harry
Comment: Not a wizard, eh?
Tell me, have y'ever made sumthin' happen that yeh couldn't explain
when yeh were excited or provoked?
- Hagrid
Reply: [glancing down at his crotch]
I guess I am a wizard!
- Harry
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POST 7: Hagrid took me to London to buy my supplies
for Hogwarts.
Our first stop was The Leaky Cauldron... and everybody knew my name.
I'M A FUCKING CELEBRITY!!!!!! GO ME!!!!!!
Hagrid dragged me out of the pub before I could shag the strangely attractive
barman...
or Professor Quirrell... or the mean looking old woman with the pink hat.
Hagrid led me out back to a brick wall.
He tapped the wall three times in its "Secret Spot."
The wall quivered and wriggled and then, in the middle, a small hole appeared.
Hagrid stroked the hole; it opened wider and wider and wider...
Suddenly, the hole gave one giant heave and we were sucked in.
Current Mood: Moist
Comment: Welcome to Diagon Alley!
- Hagrid
Reply: Ooh... I didn't expect my first time to feel
like this!
Look at all those cauldrons and robes and herbs and animals.
My heart is... fluttering rapidly. I feel... lightheaded.
I need to [moan] grab onto that broomstick.
Yes... oh yes... I want [moan] that long hard broomstick, Hagrid! PLEASE!
YES! YES! YES! I NEED [moan] TO FLY! OHH...
- Harry
Comment: We need to get yer money, Harry.
- Hagrid
Reply: YES! YES! MONEY! [moan] MY MONEY! OHH!
[suddenly sober]
Wait a minute... I don't have any money.
My good-for-nothing parents abandoned me penniless.
Everyone always leaves me.
- Harry
Comment: [leading Harry into Gringott's
Wizarding Bank]
There's yer money, Harry.
- Hagrid
Reply: [grabbing a strangely attractive goblin]
Really, what can I buy with this one?
- Harry
Comment: Put me down, you fuckwit!
- The Goblin
Reply: [dropping the goblin]
Oops... sorry.
- Harry
Comment: Mr. Harry Potter would like ter make
a withdrawal.
- Hagrid
Comment: Does Mr. Harry Fuckwit have his key?
- The Goblin [leading them to a cart to enter the vaults]
Reply: [climbing into the cart]
Umm... I'm afraid of roller coasters!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
- Harry
Comment: [arriving at Harry's vault]
Mr. Harry Fuckwit's key please.
- The Goblin
Comment: [handing the goblin Harry's key]
See, I told ya yer parents' didn't leave ya with nothin'.
- Hagrid
Reply: [looking inside his newly opened vault]
I'M RICH! I'M A RICH CELEBRITY!
[diving into the money and swimming around in it]
CAN WE MAKE A PIT STOP AT THE BROOM SHOP?
- Harry
Comment: Er... that's not on yer list.
And first years aren't allowed brooms, Harry.
- Hagrid
Reply: Bugger!
- Harry
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POST 8: Hagrid took me to Madam Malkin's Robes for
All Occasions.
Met this strangely attractive blonde with a leather fetish.
The blonde wanted to tie me up with his kinky leather goodies.
TIE ME UP! OH YES! TIGHTER! BEAT ME!
Oh, hi, Hagrid, we're just... um... trying on belts. Tee hee...
Current Mood: Bound
Comment: [dragging Harry out of the store]
Harry, you're gonna buy yer new wand at Ollivander's... NOW!
I just need ta shop for yer new owl...
- Hagrid [secretly, Hagrid also planned to go see the Minister
about assigning a fellow student to supervise Harry
to make sure he doesn't shag everyone at Hogwarts.]
Reply: [grumble, grumble]
- Harry
Comment: [watching Harry enter the shop]
Ah yes, I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Mr. Potter.
- Ollivander
Reply: Umm... how d'you know my name?
- Harry
Comment: You have your mother's eyes.
- Ollivander
Reply: Umm... how d'you know my mother?
- Harry
Comment: Oh, well... [cough] she and
I used to be [cough] close...
[several moments of uncomfortable silence]
Try this wand, Mr. Potter.
Beachwood and Dragon's Heartstring.
Nice inches.
Nice and supple.
Just like your Mum.
Now give it a wave!
- Ollivander
Reply: [waving the wand]
Ooh, this is fun!
[BOOM]
Let me blow up that shelf again.
[POW]
- Harry
Comment: STOP! STOP! Try this one.
Maple and phoenix feather.
Quite whippy.
Seven inches.
Just like your Dad.
Um... I mean... just try it!
- Ollivander
Reply: [waving the new wand]
Ooh, another wand!
[KABOOM]
I'm gonna be a great wizard!
[WHAM]
- Harry
Comment: STOP! PLEASE! YOU'RE TRASHING MY
SHOP!
- Ollivander [snatching the wand away from Harry]
Reply: But I like playing with my wand!
- Harry
Comment: [searching for another wand]
I wonder... now... yes... try this one.
- Ollivander
Reply: [waves special wand]
Ooh, it's glowing!
- Harry [insert cheesy Twilight Zone music]
Comment: Curious... How very curious... I
wonder.... Hmm...
Let me think... Interesting... How remarkable...
- Ollivander
Reply: Will you get to the fucking point?
- Harry
Comment: I remember every wand I ever sold,
Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand...
gave another... just one other.
- Ollivander
Reply: That sounds like one frigid phoenix.
- Harry
Comment: [ignoring Harry]
It is curious that you should be destined for this wand
when its brother... gave you that scar!
- Ollivander
Reply: Spooky...
- Harry [insert more cheesy Twilight Zone music]
Comment: [still ignoring Harry]
The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter...
I'm not sure exactly why.
But I know that we can expect great things from you.
Because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Shagged did great things!
Terrible... but great!
- Ollivander
Reply: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Shagged?
- Harry
Comment: He's a top.
- Ollivander
Reply: Oh...
- Harry
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POST 9: Went to King's Cross Station.
Hagrid gave me a ticket for the Hogwarts Express and then left me.
Everyone always leaves me.
The ticket says the train leaves at 11:00 AM from platform nine and three-quarters.
How is that possible?
I only see platforms nine and ten.
Current Mood: Lost
Comment: Are you looking for platform nine
and three-quarters?
- Percy
Reply: Why yes... I am!
- Harry
Comment: What would you do for me if I showed
you how to get onto the platform?
- Percy
Reply: I would do anything you want.
- Harry
Comment: Anything?
- Percy [unzipping his fly]
Reply: Ooh, you have a penis, too.
- Harry
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POST 10: Finished servicing the strangely attractive redheaded
Prefect.
Prefect showed me how to get onto the platform and left.
Why does everyone always leave me?
Boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Another strangely attractive redhead named Ron sat down next to me.
He wanted to turn his rat into a gerbil.
I think I like this kinky redhead!
Got interrupted by this Hermione chick who was raving
about some secret mission and about how I caused her to have to
give head to some bloke name Percy.
She said that that was my last physical encounter,
and threatened to curse anyone else who ATTEMPTED!
Crazy psycho bitch!
Current Mood: Irritated
Comment: But Harry, it's for your own good,
you know.
- Hermione [gargling with mouthwash]
Reply: Can I have some...?
- Harry
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POST 11: Arrived at Hogsmeade train station.
Took the boat with Ron, Hermione and Neville to Hogwarts.
Prepared for the sorting ceremony.
Professor McGonagall informed us that there are four noble Houses at Hogwarts:
Gryffindor, Slytherin, and two other irrelevant ones
that will barely be mentioned throughout the first five books.
Put the Sorting Hat on my head...
Current Mood: Nervous
Comment: Difficult. Very difficult.
Plenty of courage, I see.
Not a bad mind either.
Likes to swallow.
There's talent, oh my goodness yes!
And a thirst... to prove yourself.
But where shall I put you?
- Sorting Hat
Reply: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
- Harry
Comment: Not Slytherin, eh?
- Sorting Hat
Reply: There's only one shaggable bloke in Slytherin,
and Gryffindor is a redheaded buffet!
- Harry
Comment: Are you sure? You could be great you
know.
And Slytherin could lead you on the road to greatness.
It's all here... in your head.
- Sorting Hat
Reply: But Percy said its all here... in my throat.
- Harry
Comment: I give up... GRYFFINDOR!
- Sorting Hat
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POST 12: First flying lesson.
Mounted my broomstick.
Gripped it tight.
Kicked off from the ground.
God, this feels fantastic!
I love flying!
Current Mood: Orgasmic
Comment: Um Potter, when I said you have to
mount your broomstick,
I didn't mean it literally.
- Madam Hooch
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POST 13: Professor McGonagall made me the new
Gryffindor Seeker.
Oliver Wood was very excited that I joined the team.
He even offered to teach me new moves on my Nimbus 2000.
Current Mood: Excited
Comment: Potter, I'm just gonna teach you the
rules this evening,
and then you'll be joining the team practice three times a week.
- Wood
Reply: [nodding and slowly sliding his hand over
his own thigh]
- Harry
Comment: [pretending to ignore Harry's
gesture]
There are three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper and a Seeker.
That's you...
- Wood
Reply: [nodding and slowly caressing his family
jewels]
- Harry
Comment: [sweating]
The Beaters are um... yeah Potter... you'd make an excellent Beater.
- Wood
Reply: I have a penis...
- Harry
Comment: Uh... I can see that.
[sweating profusely]
Now you, Potter... you only have to be concerned with this -
the Golden Snitch. It's the Keeper's job to catch your Snitch...
I mean the Seeker... I mean... Aww fuck it!
- Wood [leaping on top of Harry]
Comment: Stop! I'll curse you if you even
ATTEMPT!
- Hermione
Comment: [manhandling Harry]
I'll take my chances...
- Wood
Comment: STUPEFY!
- Hermione
Comment: DAMN!
- Wood
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POST 14: Malfoy was angry that I was made the new
Gryffindor Seeker.
The kinky blonde challenged me to a duel.
Current Mood: Annoyed
Comment: I'd take you on anytime on my own.
Tonight, if you want.
Wizard's Duel. Wands only - no contact.
- Malfoy
Reply: NO CONTACT?!
- Harry
Comment: Potter, this is just a pretext for
out first date.
You're sitting next to the Filthy Mudblood.
We wouldn't want her to curse me when I ATTEMPT, now would we?
- Malfoy
Reply: Ooh! Got it... Wizard's Duel. Wands only - no
contact.
- Harry [wink, wink]
Comment: Ho hum... I'm just minding my own
business.
Harry, what time is your date, I mean... duel?
- Hermione
Reply: Midnight.
- Harry
Comment: Good to know...
- Hermione
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POST 15: Malfoy didn't show up for our first date.
Why does everyone always abandon me?
He claimed to have been tied to his bed by Hermione...
but Hermione was with me at the time.
She wouldn't be so calculating as to tie Malfoy up before our date...
would she?
Current Mood: Sad
Comment: WILL SOMEONE FUCKING UNTIE ME?!
- Malfoy
Reply: You blokes are all the same...
And to think I even bought some Vaseline for our date.
- Harry
Comment: What's Vaseline?
- Crabbe
Comment: Remember when Fred made you scream
real loud?
- Goyle
Comment: Not really...
- Crabbe
Comment: Hmm... remember when Snape made you
scream real loud?
- Goyle
Comment: Oh yeah... so THAT'S Vaseline... Thanks.
- Crabbe
Comment: Don't mention it.
- Goyle
Comment: WILL YOU SHUT UP AND UNTIE ME?!
- Malfoy
------------------
POST 16: A lot of time has passed since I last
updated.
Hermione managed to frustrate almost all ATTEMPTS.
There was one exception...
After Hermione caught me in the boy's shower about to shag Ron,
she ran off and we had to rescue her from the horny troll in the Girl's
Bathroom.
Well, thanks to Ron and his "brilliant" use of the "Wingarduim Erectosa" spell,
I found out that the troll had a penis, too. It was huge!
Hopefully I'll still be able to fly in today's Quidditch match against
Slytherin.
Current Mood: Concerned
Comment: Okay men, women and sexy
eleven-year-olds...
This is the one we've all been waiting for.
- Wood
Comment: The big one...
- Fred
Comment: Shut it, Fred. This is the best team
Gryffindor's had for years.
We're gonna win this game. I know it... You scared, Potter?
- Wood
Reply: I'm sore!
- Harry
Comment: I was a little sore after my first
game.
Took a bludger up the arse...
Woke up in the infirmary a week later
with abdominal cramps and wicked smile...
- Wood [flying onto the field]
Reply: [Gulp]
- Harry
Comment: Now I want a nice clean game... from
all of you.
- Madam Hooch
Comment: And they're off... Slytherin in
possession.
Chaser Pucey ducks two bludgers, two Weasleys,
and an incredibly endowed Chaser Bell, and speeds towards the...
Wait... Potter has lost control of his broomstick!
- Lee Jordan
Comment: Oh no! Somebody jinxed Harry's
broomstick!
I'll think I'll set Snape on fire!
- Hermione
Comment: Will you stop bucking and sit still?
How are you supposed to catch the Snitch when you're constantly shifting?
- The Nimbus 2000
Reply: BUT I'M SORE!!!!
- Harry
Comment: Well, you could try standing...
- The Nimbus 2000
Reply: That's a brilliant idea!
And there's the Golden Snitch.
It's flying right at me! It's... [gulp]
- Harry
Comment: HE SWALLOWS?
- Everyone in the Entire Stadium
Comment: Don't remind me...
- Hermione [still bitter]
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POST 17: Christmas morning.
Woke up and found that I had presents.
Uncle Vernon sent me a note with a fifty pence piece.
Cheap bastard. I still intend to press charges again him whenever the
Bureau for Child Welfare reads my handwritten plea.
My next present was a Weasley jumper.
Finally, Percy acknowledged me!
My last present was an invisibility cloak.
Current Mood: Awestruck
Comment: I've heard of those!
They're really rare!
- Ron
Reply: Invisibility... hmm... This could be interesting...
Let's see... I could go to class naked...
I could watch Madam Hooch undress...
I could service Percy in the Great Hall...
Hermione won't be able to find me...
- Harry
Comment: Umm... Harry.
Don't you wanna read the card?
- Ron
Reply: Wait, I'm not done.
I could see if Wood lives up to his name...
I could tie Malfoy up and beat him...
I could get sandwiched between the twins...
- Harry
Comment: [interrupting]
THE CARD SAYS:
"Your father left this in my possession before he died.
It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well."
- Ron
Reply: Oh, I definitely will!
- Harry
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POST 18: Hermione drugged my eggnog and installed
a muggle GPS homing device inside me so that she can track me
when I'm sneaking around under my invisibility cloak.
Crazy psycho bitch!
Ron actually thought it was a good idea.
Crazy psycho bastard!
Current Mood: Violated
Comment: It's for your own good, you know...
- Hermione
Comment: Yeah, Harry. We need to make sure I
get to shag you first.
- Ron
Comment: RON!!!!!
- Hermione
------------------
POST 19: Hermione, Ron, and I found out about the
Sorcerer's Stone.
If I find the Stone, the author will age all of us all to sixteen.
Then, we can shag each other like rabbits without the author
being accused of being a sick, twisted, degenerate fuck.
WHERE THE HELL IS THAT STONE?!!!!!
Current Mood: Searching desperately
Comment: I should inform you both that I am
NOT aiding in your quest to find
the Sorcerer's Stone because of an interest in furthering Harry's future
sexual proclivities. I am merely assisting in this venture to stop
Voldemort from stealing the Stone and destroying the Wizarding World.
- Hermione
Comment: Hermione, you need to get your
priorities straight.
- Ron
Comment: I think she just needs a good bang.
- Fred
Comment: You dirty whore, you're planning to
cheat on me... again!
- George
Comment: But she's a girl!
- Fred
Comment: That hasn't stopped you before.
- George
Comment: But Katie, Sibyll and Angelina don't
count.
- Fred
Comment: You shagged Professor Trelawney?
- Ron
Reply: I think she may have shagged him...
- Harry
Comment: [gulp]
- Ron
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POST 20: More time has passed since I last updated.
In the past few months, I tried to shag fifty people (all foiled by bloody
Granger),
I got abandoned by Malfoy on our second date in the Forbidden Forest,
I got hit on by Hagrid's strangely attractive pet dragon, and uh...
I'm about to go battle Snape to find the Sorcerer's Stone,
save the Wizarding World and magically become sixteen.
[entering the last chamber and finding Professor Quirrell there]
YOU!!!!
Current Mood: Astonished
Comment: ME!!!!!
- Professor Quirrell
Comment: US!!!!!
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: But I thought... Snape?
What're you two doing fused together?
- Harry
Comment: Well, Quirrell said he wanted me to
give him head...
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: I'm sorry I asked.
- Harry
Comment: Quirrell, you must find the
Sorcerer's Stone...
- Uncle Voldie
Comment: Master, I cannot find it in the
Mirror.
I look into the Mirror of Erised, and see you naked
with whip cream, nuts and a cherry spread all over your...
- Professor Quirrell
Reply: Um... maybe I should come back later.
- Harry
Comment: SILENCE!!!!
[tying Harry up with a bondage spell]
What shall I do now, Master?
- Professor Quirrell
Comment: Use the boy!
- Uncle Voldie
Comment: But the troll buggered him first.
- Professor Quirrell
Comment: I meant to get the Stone.
- Uncle Voldie
Comment: [unbinding Harry]
Come here, Potter.
Look in the Mirror and tell me what you see...
- Professor Quirrell
Reply: I see Hermione bound and gagged,
so that someone could finally ATTEMPT!
- Harry
Comment: He lies!
- Professor Quirrell
Comment: Uh... no I think he's telling the
truth.
What else do you see, Potter?
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: I see the Sorcerer's Stone shoved up against
my prostate.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
- Harry
Comment: Give it to me!
- Uncle Voldie
Reply: Umm... I think I'll need a pair of pliers to
get it out first.
- Harry
Comment: Seize him!!!!!
- Uncle Voldie
Comment: [grabbing Harry's arse]
I'M MELTING! MEEEELTING!!!!!
- Professor Quirrell
Comment: Damn you, Potter! I'll be back!!!
It might take me another year, a diary and a horny redhead, but I'll be
back!
- Uncle Voldie [also melting]
Reply: Gee, I think I should faint now.
- Harry
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POST 21: Woke up in the Infirmary.
Hmm... something's different.
[feels family jewels]
Oh my god, I'M HUGE!!!!!
Current Mood: Excited
Comment: Good afternoon, Harry.
You can take your hand off of your crotch now.
- Albus
Reply: Excuse me Professor, I was just excited...
- Harry
Comment: Well, you should be.
It's not very often that an eleven year old magically becomes sixteen.
And growing up certainly has its benefits.
- Albus
Reply: Professor, why did Quirrell disintegrate
when he touched my arse?
It must have been my mother's love. She died to save me.
- Harry
Comment: Actually, Hermione booby-trapped
your arse
so that no one else could ATTEMPT.
- Albus
Reply: Then how did you extract the Sorcerer's
Stone without disintegrating?
- Harry
Comment: Well, naturally I removed the trap.
I wouldn't want a strapping sixteen-year-old lad like yourself to be...
constrained.
- Albus [wink, wink]
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POST 22: Left the Infirmary and headed straight for
the Dungeon.
Found a sixteen-year-old Hermione tied up naked on Snape's four poster bed.
The strangely attractive Potions Master was about to butter her biscuit when I
intervened.
Current Mood: Vindictive
Comment: Harry, what the fuck are you doing
here?
- Hermione
Reply: Hey, you're not gonna spend all year ruining
my sex life,
and then shag Snape when you want to get some action!
What goes around, comes around, sweetheart!
- Harry
Comment: But, Mr. Potter... are you sure you
wouldn't want to... join us?
- Severus
Reply: I have a better idea...
- Harry
Comment: What's that?
- Severus
Reply: I'll let you shag me if we make her watch...
- Harry [removing his clothes and leaping onto the bed]
Comment: WHAT? HOW DARE YOU!
I DEMAND THAT YOU UNTIE ME!
- Hermione
Reply: [moan]
- Harry
Comment: OH FOR HEAVEN SAKE! NO!
DON'T STICK IT IN... GODDAMMIT!
SOMEBODY UNTIE ME!!!!!
- Hermione
Comment: Oh Harry... you're tighter than your
father.
- Severus
Reply: WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Harry and Hermione
THE END
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Looking for more? Here are two extra postings from the first series of The Very Secret LiveJournals!
SIRIUS BLACK
October 31, 1981
POST: Conveniently arrived in Godric's Hollow too
late
to risk my neck in order to save James and Lily.
Hagrid was already there, ready to snatch my godson.
He told me he was acting on Dumbledore's orders,
and stole my flying motorcycle.
My motorcycle then got a whole write-up in the first book
and a cameo in the movie. That's outrageous!
My motorcycle gets more attention than I do!
How dare J.K. do this to me?! I'm under contract!
Who the fuck does she think she is?!
Current Mood: Fuming
Comment: You really don't want to mess with
me, Sirius.
- J.K. Rowling
Reply: Oh yeah. Bring it on, bitch.
Wait, what d'you mean I'm under arrest?
I'm going to Azkaban for twelve years for a crime I DIDN'T COMMIT?!
What the fuck?
Come on J.K., I was kidding. KIDDING!
Come on. Let me go. Please...
OH SHIT!!!!
- Sirius
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FRED WEASLEY
June 30, 1992
POST: I can't believe it!
I can't fucking believe it!
I'm the funniest guy in this whole bloody parody,
and the author gives me one measly post!
Current Mood: Irate
Comment: That's because you're a one trick
pony.
- George
Reply: WHAT?!!!!!!
- Fred
Comment: C'mon Fred. Be reasonable.
All you do is steal my Vaseline, get fucked by somebody,
and then get in a big ol' fight with me about it.
You're a one trick pony. You're boring...
- George
Reply: HOW DARE YOU!!!!
YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY FOR A WEEK!!!!
- Fred
Comment: I don't want any of that anyway...
- George
Reply: Fine...
- Fred
Comment: [humph]
- George
Reply: Um... George?
- Fred
Comment: Yeah?
- George
Reply: Can I ask a favor?
- Fred
Comment: What's that?
- George
Reply: Can I borrow your Vaseline?
- Fred
Author notes: Yay, we finished The Very Secret LiveJournals for the first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Thank you all so much for sharing in this experience with us. Daylyn and I have laughed long and hard while writing these LiveJournals for you.
But don’t worry, we are already planning to write The Very Secret LiveJournals for the second book, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. And yes, we will definitely mock and slash Dobby, the Basilisk, the Dueling Club, young buck Tom Riddle, Harry speaking Parseltongue, anything dealing with Gilderoy Lockhart, and, of course, the Whomping Willow.
TEASER: “Oh Harry, don’t you wanna explore my Chamber of Secrets?” - Ginny
Whose LiveJournal should we write first? Ginny? Dobby? Ron? Draco?
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