Original Fiction: Harry Potter and the Closet of Fire

This is a fan-fic dedicated to morons at Rediff and all over the world.

(Somewhere in the middle of the sixth book, Harry Potter and the Half-blood prince)

Harry was about to go to spiral downstairs then monster rose inside his heart and he halted.

"Yes Harry?" asked Dumbledore

"Professor Dumbledore .. err.. may I ask you something?"

"Go right ahead" said Dumbledore smilingly.

"Professor err.. did you ever err.. did you like any girl?"

To this, Dumbledore paused for a moment, then gave a sheepish smile. The Dumbledore rose from his seat and gestured his wand towards thin air and conjured letters out of thin air, which read "Albus Dumbledore" and soon they re-arranged themselves into "Male bods rule, dude"

Harry slipped into shock for a moment and forced a grin on his face and started his movement towards downstairs. He could not decide what exactly what he was feeling at that moment, but he was certain that he saw a nostalgic expression on Dumbledore's countenance.

Characters @ J K Rowling & Scholastic