(fanfic)
Harry, “I was not talking about you Dumbledore. It’s something else.”
Dumbledore looks at Harry with wide eyes and reaches for the bottle on his table and drinks water.
Harry continues, “I will continue writing such stories but if you feel like I’m talking about you and you are taking personal meaning out of my stories that means you are mentally sick Dumbledore. You need to be admitted in the hospital, but I will help you because I love you. It’s because of me you will survive.”
Harry takes out a medicine strip from his bag and keeps it on the table and continues, “Take this Dumbledore, this is magic, if you take this you will stop feeling I’m talking about you. It really works Dumbledore. Try it. Your perception is faulty. Everything is your delusion. But it’s because of me that you will go on in life because I’m giving you this medicine. It’s magic.”
Harry raises an eyebrow and folds his hands in front of his chest and says,
“Now Dumbledore, do you wanna tell me something?”
Dumbledore stares at Harry.
Harry, “OMG! your expression looks like you have symptoms of schizophrenia!”
THE END.
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