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2011-03-29 13:55:49 UTC
"Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first willy. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice willy for charm work."
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany willy. Eleven inches. "
AND
Harry rubbed his willy feverishly until white sparks shot out of the end, which earned him a disapproving look from Fleur.
AND
I had... never heard of such a thing. Your willy performed something unique that night."
"There was a moment, in the graveyard, where Voldemort's willy and mine sort of... connected."
AND
Are you OK?" said Harry urgently. "My willy," said Ron. "Look at my willy." It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on only by a few splinters
AND
There was no need to stick the willy in that hard," he said gruffly, clambering to his feet. "It hurt
AND FINALLY
EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry yelled. Nothing happened. Harry gripped his willy tighter and shook it up and down until a thick, whispy white substance prtruded from the end of it.
I'M SURE THERE IS MORE THOUGH!