I'd be a very happy camper if I were to get a challenge.

 

Take that one. You're more active than Terrai.

 

Taken.

If there was one thing Harry Potter loved more than having become an Auror it was being in charge of collecting those few stray Death Eaters.
Hey it was being paid to do something he had done, and since mastered, since he was one. Though since he was the boss of this little operation he got to choose who went after certain leads.

All he had to do was come up with at least one Death Eater a month and he could stay in his office till noon each day. Then he'd go either visit the twins or prank Ron while he was doing his desk job following in Percy's lead. Which ever was more appealing at the time, usually the latter.

A loud knock on Harry's door bought him out of his musing.Leonard, some new intern popped his head in his hand a little lower holding a file.

"Mr.Potter I was told to give you this." Leonard said to him with a little awe mixed with nervousness. Hey who could blame him he was The Harry Potter.

"Alright what ever the heads of the ministry need me to look at." The intern missed the sarcastic tone of the sentence. "Alright go back to getting my coffee." Harry snapped.

Harry opened the file and nearly shit bricks. There was a report from his spies giving him the proof he needed to finally catch Malfoy. Harry quickly got up from his desk jogging out of his office barely telling a passing Auror he was going to go handle a case. One quick elevator ride later and Harry was at the apparition point. With a pop he was off to Malfoy manor.
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Harry appeared with a pop to the visitors apparation point. He was on edge because of the lack of a house elf to greet him. He palmed his wand as he crept out of the room and took a quick look around. He stepped quietly around a corner looking to where he knew the stairs were. He got ready to move forward when he heard a shrill scream.

Harry sprinted up the stairs and turned to the sound of the scream. He ran towards the only open door with light coming out and saw something he thought topped every story he could ever tell.

Now he'd heard the stories of the wife walking in on the husband and the mistress, but never in all his days had he seen this. Astoria was on the ground with Draco's wand pointed at her. Draco, as to be expected, was naked. Though the sheep with dried cum on it's furry ass. Well that just really made his day.

"Who... who am I?" Astoria asked.

The fact that the sheep just transformed into Daphne Greengrass and Draco was already saying another memory spell. Well that just takes the cake.

"You Mrs.Malfoy are now the proud wife of a furry." Harry almost couldn't keep the laughter in his voice. "And the proud sister of an animungus, Daphne you will have to pay a fine for that."
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About half the required size but I just didn't have to content to make it longer.

 

Wow. It takes effort to mangle syntax like that.

 

What is this...I don't even...

 

Furries? In my DLP'z? It's more likely than you- ah fuck it, this shit is getting way too common here.

 

Passable idea, but as pdo91 says, okay so it's not quite mangled, but the action is rolling along too fast. That combined with the speaking (rather than written) style of the narrative makes it sound garbled.

Your style is more appropriate for telling an anecdote, but reading it is awkward.

 

I've been trying to improve on the whole speaking part but I'm better at putting something in essay form or writing fight scenes. Though my fight scenes always come out really mechanical. Like fist a goes into face b along with foot a.

 

TAKEN WITH A FIERY VENGEANCE

 

Man, I really like that one. Definitely would like to take it up if I can find the time.

 

A line like that probably appears early on in Shezza's Denarian Renegade...

 

Taken, might as well. Slightly modified line.

With a scream, Harry woke from the nightmare, gasping for breath as he pushed the horrific images from his mind.He was covered in a cold sheen of sweat, and, stumbling from his bed, he headed for the showers. After 20 minutes of pouring scalding water on himself, Harry was able to finally push the dream away, and switched the shower off, heading back for the dorm. As he was about to enter his bed, he heard a quiet cough. Spinning around, wand out, Harry called, 'Who's there? show yourself!"

Dumbledore stepped out from around the corner. "Good morning Harry. Please, come with me." Harry quickly threw on a set of robes, and followed Dumbledore to his office. "Sit down, please, Harry." HArry dropped listlessly into a plush armchair across from Dumbledore. The old man leaned on the desk, intertwining his fingers. "Harry, you've been having nightmares, haven't you? Horrid nightmares, reliving your worst experiences?" Harry nodded quietly. Dumbledore nodded sagely. "Yes, I rather thought so. Your friend Mr. Weasley told me you were." Harry growled slightly under his breath. Ron had nor right to betray his privacy! Dumbledore saw his anger. "Ah, Harry, he did it for your own good, you know that, yes?" Harry nodded tersely. He did know that, not that it made the betrayal any less painful. He thought he could trust that git! "Harry, do not be angry. Thanks to Mr. Weasley's input, I think I may have found a solution to your problem."
Harry perked up. "Really sir? You've thought of a method to cure me?"

Dumbledore nodded happily. "Indeed. I have thought long and hard on your problem, and have discovered that it stems from unreleased, open up emotional stress and feeling that releases itself as fear during the night. The only way to cure it would be to obtain that sweet release through another method." Harry looked at him, puzzled. "Whatever do you mean sir?"

Dumbledore smiled. "This. Petrificus Totalus!"
HArry was paralyzed by the spell, shocked. What was Dumbledore playing at? Dumbledore walked over to Harry's seat, and levitated him onto the desk.
"Evanesco!" Harry's robes and undergarments vanished. Dumbledore smiled and gently wrapped his fist around Harry's cock. Casting a spell that made his hand vibrate, Dumbledore began quickly stroking Harry's dick pumping it through his hand. Between the vibrating fist and his inability to move, Harry was on the edge of orgasm, when Dumbledore stopped for a moment. "Cum quietly, Harry, and I guarantee that I can protect you, even if it's only from yourself." He gave Harry a few more strokes, before Harry came violently, the cum shooting into Dumbledore's beard. Dumbledore smiled. "You're welcome, Harry, I have just granted you a day of no nightmares." Harry violently disagreed: in his opinion, Dumbledore had just created more, far more horrifying ones. Then, suddenly, "Obliviate!"

Harry woke up in his bed, surprised that he had had no nightmares that night. His cock felt oddly sore. Harry shrugged, and drifted off back to sleep.

Probably not what you had in mind.

 

I give it a 5/wtf...

 

There isn't enough facepalm in the world for me to bash this out of my head.

God-fucking-damn-it, Schro.

 

All women want to write slash. I guess this one just finally succumbed to the urge.

 

2005 called. It wants its angst back.

But yeah, in all seriousness Schro, what the fuck?

 

Hmmph. I thought it was pretty good. If it's any justification, it was 4 in the morning when I wrote this, so I was not fully conscious.
And Seratin, for teenagers, angst is timeless.
Anyone else gonna do a challenge? There's a bunch of undone open challenges lying around....

 

Schrodinger, that was not at all what I expected...

 

Someone hit me with a challenge.

I need an excuse to start writing.