Harry Potter es mi esposo. Mi esposo es muy caliente.

Continuing from my own rendition of Harry Potter.

"Well, we'd better get moving along, i'm going to be late for work." Mr. Weasley picked up 2 of Harry's suitcases while Harry got the remaining one.
"Hold on... i-- uhh.." Harry stuttered, "I need to get something..."
"Okay Harry, but hurry, we'll be in the car," Said Mrs. Weasley. Harry ran upstairs to get the photo album of his parents and him when he was just a baby. Harry couldn't leave this behind; it was his only memory of his parents. He ran downstairs and ran into Dudley.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?!" Harry's temper started to surge,

Mr. Hipolito is having us sign off. He's checking our computers or something. What a loser.