It was the eerie darkness before the dawn on the suburban street of Privet Drive. A chill breeze was blowing and the streets were still coated in darkness. One old man, dark of skin and with a long white beard stood there serenely. Looking into the stars, while gently caressing his belly.
The old man waited patiently in the darkness. His glasses reflected the full moon as his gaze was fixed. He was staring at a spec that was closing in from the skies, slowly coming to shape. A figure was flying towards him.
A short, robustly built man was flying through the sky riding a small cat – gliding serenely through the cloudless skies towards the old man. He was carrying something small in each of his arms.
The Man landed roughly causing the small cat he was atop to screech and scratch at him.
“Sugrid… you have him with you?” Whispered the old man, calmly.
“Ay – Professor Dumblethasan” Said Sugrid, revealing a pillow clutched firmly to bosom.
“No – not your pillow,. Fool!. The boy, Sugrid!?” Responded the Professor.
Sugrid recoiled timidly.
The cat Sugrid had flew in on suddenly transformed into another man.
Minerprasath SubraGonigal sprang to life. “Heaah…Damn You Sugrid! Freaking Gimp…” He said, before turning his attention to the old man.
“Pralbus – his parents are dead. He who must not be named has fallen!” Said SubraGonigal.
Professor Pralbus Dumblethasan stared knowingly back with watery eyes.
“Nnngh….yea..” he said, making a gesture with his right hand as if obvious, “But he will return …one day”
“Are you sure you want to leave the boy here, Pralbus? These are the worst sort of muggles.” commented SubraGonigal.
The door they looked upon read..
“Pathan Family Residence – Vernon, Petunia and Shahab Dursley. 4 Privet Drive, Homebush.”
There was an odd sound coming from Sugrids non-pillow wielding hand. A frantic, ruffling sound.
The three companions curiously opened up the cloth that was hiding what was in Sugrids other arm.
The little, chubby, cherub faced baby revealed himself. He was gleaming at them cheekily. Sweat dripping down his forehead. His hand was frantically moving up and down near his groin.
“He has been cursed.” Said Professor Dumblethasan, looking tentatively at the young masturbating infant.
They left him by the door. Knowing that his years would be tough. Knowing that he was destined for more…when the time came. And how all in their world would know his name….
And so began the saga…of…
“Kula Potter-Baba….The Boy who Fapped!”
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