Wishing he had a girl to dance with and then spend the night in bed with, too, he popped open another beer and promptly chugged half of it down.Belchi...g loudly, he heard the patio door slide open. Turning his head, he watched as his mother and father gamboled out onto the patio."Haven't you burnt to a crisp, yet," his mother chirped at him as she and his father danced across the patio."No, not yet," he laughed watching her big, round breasts wiggle and jiggle under the wispy bikini top.He knew. You won't be needinganything you don't already have here. So it only makes sense that I haveit. In fact I think I'll put a big picture of you as you are now overthe fireplace. It will help me remember you as the sweet generous littlesissy you are." Won't I ever see you again!?" my desperation growing.."Well, as happy as you are here, you have no reason to leave the island.Besides, I threw out all of your male clothing back home. I knewyou'd never need them again and they won't fit Marc or. I went over and turned on the stereo, tv wouldn't have anything on for a while being only four-thirty am. The Sansui had a great sound for a PX bought stereo. I never regretted the purchase. I jammed to The Who, "My Generation," while I twisted up a joint of some good smoke I had scored the week before. I decided I should roll up an extra for the drive to Ann Arbor. I had an eleven am appointment with Dr. Russell at VA Hospital and would need a bit of relaxation for the ride.Even with a good. ..love you Harry....Potter,’ Dobby said gently. Suddenly with one final rasping breath, Dobby’s eyes glazed over and Harry felt his hand go limp in his own. Dobby the house-elf was dead. *After spending the rest of the day burying Dobby by hand himself and then holding a moving service, Harry had locked himself away from the others in one of Bill and Fleur’s spare bedrooms. The combination of Dobby’s death, witnessing Hermione being ravished, himself being fucked by Draco and then finding that.