Chapter 10
The Chamber was flanked with towering pillars that were entwined with carved wood. The Basilisk’s body laid on the cold wet ground. The statue of Slytherin was in the same spot as always along with the rest of the chamber. Voldy grasped his newborn child, Big Bird in his left hand. Voldy looked down at Big Bird's sorrowful eyes. Did Voldy really want his trans-gender daughter to grow up without a father just as he did… Oh who was he kidding, Voldy wanted this child away so that he could live his dream with Dumbledaddy. Just then a herd of kids erupted from the chamber. Voldy could make out Elmo, Ernie, Bert, and Cookie Monster. The rest, he did not recognize. Dumbledaddy was trampled by his kids who attempted to hug him. Dumbledaddy simply pushed them off and said, “You aren’t Harry Potter… I do not love you.”
Did this mean that Voldy had no chance. That he couldn’t be loved by Dumbledaddy. This thought made Voldy drop Big Bird onto his moldy feet. Big Bird scurried over to the rest of the depressed children and proceeded to cry, but the only thing on Voldy’s mind was Dumbledaddy. His long luscious hair. His smile made one feel at home. Even how he walked, no, strutted through like no one's business. Once the depressed children were out of sight, Voldy and Dumbledaddy inched closer.
“You know, I sense that Harry Potter got in the way of what could have been a great relationship,” whispered Dumbledaddy in Voldy's ear.
“My moldy toes are really longing for comfort right about now,” responded Voldy.
“Scabbers really had a way of sucking. You can suck them if you would like, I’ve been growing out my toenails.”
“I see, and that foot fungus does look awfully scrumdiddlyumptious,” moans Dumbledaddy.
Voldy leaned in for a kiss. Fireworks seemed to be going off around them. Voldy's heart was beating faster than ever before. Voldy felt Dumbledaddys crispy, crunchy, dusty lips as he let out what seemed to be a moan. Dumbledaddy’s feet intertwined with Voldy’s.
“You are better than Nagini,” whispered Voldy.
Dumbledaddy’s feet felt almost as crusty as his musty lips. Nothing could ever compete. They slowly pulled apart, their toes still intertwined. Once they had finally decided to break apart their feet, Voldy grinned. Dumbledaddy picked up his hat and placed it upon his head.
“I know you want me,” groaned Dumbledaddy. “We can always run away together. Live everyone's dream of getting a pet hamster and living in the Bahamas only to meet Taylor Swift.”
Voldy felt the pressure to agree, “I wish… but I have to get back to the castle…”
Voldy's eyes met Dumbledaddy whose fingers were caressing Voldy's wrist.
“I would love to see the castle,” breathed Dumbledaddy.
Voldy felt a slight smile forming as he looked at Dumbledaddys crest shaped glasses. His long silver hair brushed against Dumbledaddys skin as they kissed one last time before retreating to the castle.