Angels
There are some words you can search fanfiction.net with that are pretty much guaranteed to give you a fic with which to enjoy a nice WTF. I used "angel" to get a fic that is one of the more WTF-worthy fics I've seen on the site. It's a creative fic, but apart from the names of the characters, if she was trying to hit the Harry Potter world she aimed about three universes too far to the left.



The summary is: In a world where angels and demons fought, an angel and a demon meet, and from the encounter sprouts a forbidden contract that threatens to end all being. Will the lovers achieve a flower to bloom in the scorching desert? Or will they fail? destroying everything, even their lives? DMHP... SLASH. Get it?

Bad news.


He only stood at the height of 5'6", and had the creamiest skin and the scent of vanilla. The color of his eyes mesmerized all angels who dared to look upon them

melting their brains and giving Harry an army of zombies.


Draco was 6'5", and although his black armor concealed his body, it was quite obvious that his body was well-built and lean. His icy mercury eyes shined with demise, his nose perfect, and his thin pink lips demanded sexual authority and lust.

Talented lips.


Draco lied on his bed, tossing and turning under the black silk sheets.

He bartends in the dark, too.


Harry was the forbidden fruit, the forbidden fire, and the forbidden ecstacy.

It's hard work being all those things at once.


His entire body was reflecting the pale moonlight

What is Harry, a mirror?


'No one messes up Pansy Parkinson's sex life. Draco WILL be mine once more!'

I love this cheese line in the middle of this mess of purple prose.


Soft raven hair framing the perfect face, Bright emerald eyes, creamy skin, cherry red lips, it was him.

Who? Oh, right - radioactive Harry.


Not knowing what to do, Harry simply landed himself on the other side of the branch, as light as a butterfly landing itself on a flower.

I see him surrounded by sparkles and painted into a kiddie poster for a little girl's room.


"My name's Harry... Harry Potter. I'm only 10 months old, and you're the first non-angel I've ever seen!"

Draco's a pedophile!! Then again, so is everyone else in this fic since just about everyone who sees Harry falls in love with him. >.>


Harry stuck his arm out to Draco.
"Will you be my friend, Draco?"

It's a kiddie movie with a porn slant.


He closed his eyes... and thought about the small boy-angel. His creamy skin, his bright green eyes, his pouty lips, his lithe body, and of course those bright green wings... sometimes, Draco marvelled at his ability to keep his maniacal libido in check in front of Harry.

Pedophile!