Hysterically Reading Harry Potter While Sitting On A Vibrator!

Ever since the last time, you know

I love reading you a good bedtime story.

OK.

The door swung open at once.

A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes

stood there.

She had a very stern face, and Harry's first thought

was that this was not someone to cross.

"The first year's, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid.

I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide.

The entrance hall was so big, you

could have fitted the whole of the Dursley's house in it.

The stone walls were lit with flaming torches,

like the ones at Gringotts.

The ceiling was too high to make out,

and a magnificent marble staircase facing them

led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall

across the flagstone doors.

Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices

from a doorway to the right.

The rest of the school must already be here.

But Professor McGonagall showed the first years

into a small, empty chamber off the hall.

They crowded in, standing rather closer together

than they would have usually have done,

peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall.

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