Harry Potter?

Published by Iain Aschendale in the blog ...from a dark place. Views: 217

So (I assume) to promote the new live-action Beauty and the Beast movie, my local cable company ran all the Harry Potter movies over the weekend.

Now, I'm not a big fan of Harry Potter, but that's not a crack against them, I'm just way outside of the target demographic, but I decided to give the movies another watch because why not?

Missed the first one or two, but I definitely saw Goblet of Fire from the start, and man are those stories messed up. I'm going on the assumption that they tracked the books closely enough, and I'm sure most of this has been said before, but...

The Tri-Wizard Cup. Tri. Three. Sure, evil baddy can put Harry's name in somehow, but...

Wait a minute, this competition could be fatal. Shouldn't you have some sort of security to stop anyone but the applicant from putting their name in? I mean, I'm afraid to enter writing contests here, damned if I want someone slipping my name into the stinkin' Hunger Games if I don't have to try out.

And that speaks to another thing. I was only half-watching the movies, so I don't know which one, or ones, I'm on about, but Hogwart's is a mess. You've got a whole bunch of mischievous kids to young adults running around learning magic, and apparently no magical countermeasures in place. Hermione uses magic to help Ron cheat on his sky soccer tryout, his brothers nuke the underclass midterms, Harry's dad was a magical bully, and no one ever seems to face consequences for anything. It's like running a computer school and not investing in basic antivirus and firewalls. Plus, as a teacher, some would even say professor, I've let class out a few minutes early on occasion, but I don't think there's been a Hogwart's lecture that's lasted more than about ten minutes before either the professor or one of the students manages to catastrophically fuck things up, leading to a "class dismissed, and your homework is to try and put the flames on your eyebrows out."

Right, back to that Tri-Wizard... Yeah, three. It's a magically binding contract with a cup that can't even count to three without taking a right turn at Albequoikey? RU serious?

And sure, I'm all for letting seventeen-year-olds make decisions that could lead to their deaths. Seriously; I turned eighteen in boot camp, it's cool with me. But one thing that not even the Marines did to me was put my sister in a position where she'd be killed if I didn't successfully complete a task that I'd had no instruction on how to do. Somehow it doesn't seem fair to hold family members and friends hostage to a glorified best athlete competition, although it would make the homecoming game more interesting if it ended with the decapitation of the cheerleading squad of the losing team...

Changed my mind, that bit's cool.

So before he goes swimming with the fish-chix, Harry's gotta take a bath in Tony Montana's tub, where he meets a girl who normally hangs out around the men's room, and boy is she eager for a peek at Harry's hairy Harold. Of course, she's dead, so neither she nor Harry are going to get much more than an eyeful.

Or are they? She's clearly not the "spiritual echo" kind of ghost that's forever condemned to repeat the same actions; she's got quite a bit of volition, and her interest in Harry suggests that she might be capable of...enjoying...herself, given the opportunity.

But contact is impossible.

So basically, she could become a camgirl for the male members of the student body.

Or maybe she already does, when she first showed up in that movie, she was halfway out of a commode.

Eeewww. Her fetish, not mine.

But anyway, nobody's going to get pregnant or catch a social disease, like dysentery.


Right, moving on. In one of the later movies, Voldemort tells the baddy high council that somebody or other was suggesting that wizards breed with muggles, and the whole table reacted with derision and disgust. You know what this means, don't you?

Every year a certain adult site releases its stats on who, living where, is streaming what from their site. Like the folks at 742 Evergreen Terrace are super into movies featuring three or more....


The data they release (as opposed to what they collect, and I swear someone breaks into my house every night around midnight, I'm fast asleep with my lovely wife in the other room, I can never catch the bastards) is at the national or state level, and one data point that's been fairly constant is that interracial (which, I'm given to understand by my ex-roommate's uncle's cousin's community college statistics teacher almost invariably refers to movies featuring African American men with Caucasian women) movies are most popular in the bits of America we now call the Southeast, but which were briefly referred to as the Confederate States of America, and were known for their somewhat divergent take on race relations.

So anyway, back to Voldemort. This means that in the wizarding community, there's probably a small but dedicated group of men who like nothing more than the sickening thrill of watching a pretty young witch defile herself with a...dentist. There's probably a muggle brothel in Hogsmead, and the odds that Snape and the boyz have spent some time tied up there being forced to say "Please, mistress, call me a customer-service rep," while being flogged with a feather-duster are quite high.

Okay, that's that.

Not quite, first a very short bit of fan-fiction. I've never read the books, so the tone is probably off, but what the hell, here we go:

Yeah, I know, it's crap, but I'm not going to bother to rework it, I'd have to read all the books to get the voice right, and... nope.

Thanks for reading, if you got this far.
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