Disclaimer: The Office belongs to NBC. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I own nothing.
"Angela?" I asked my lover as they she was getting something out of the refrigerator in the break room. She turned around to face me.
"Yes, D?" She replied, her blonde hair pulled away from her face with a headband.
"Are we going to have that finance meeting later on?" I asked discreetly.
"Yes," She replied as she left the break room, "And yesterday when I went to the store I bought cookies."
I smiled contentedly to myself.
The day passed by fairly rapidly, with two sales calls and three pranks from that annoying, aggravating imbecile, Jim Halpert, and the next thing I knew I was lying next to my beloved Angela in her bed.
Our finance meeting had gone incredibly well, to say the least. If it weren't for the fact that the sales department would certainly fall apart without me, I would have became an accountant long ago.
"Dwight?" Angela asked sleepily from her side of the bed.
"Monkey, I thought you were asleep. What is it?"
She moved closer to me. I put my arm around her.
"Tell me a story," She told me drowsily.
"Alright," I comply, "When I was twelve and Mose was nine, we built a fort –"
"Dwight!" Angela complained. She was wide awake now, "Not that story."
"But Monkey," I protested.
I sighed. My monkey could be so stubborn sometimes, but I loved her. Out of all the Dunder Mifflin women, she was the best. She wasn't obese like Phyllis, quiet like Pam, a hussy like Kelly, or an alcoholic like Meredith.
"Alright," I paused while thinking of a story that I could tell her, "Would you like to hear about the boy who lived?"
"The boy who lived?" Angela asked.
"Harry Potter," I explained patiently.
"Alright," she agreed.
"James Potter and Lily Evans were both students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," I began the story, "James was an idiot...not unlike Jim. Lily was smart and caring. They didn't get along, but, eventually they put their differences aside and got married. They had a son named Harry."
"Continue," Angela replied, intrigued.
"There was a dark wizard, You Know Who-"
"No, Dwight, I don't know who," Angela interjected, annoyed.
"His name isn't important," I muttered.
"What's his name, D?" she pried impatiently.
"Alright," I shuddered, "His name was...Lord Voldemort. Don't make me say it again. As I was saying, You Know Who was a dark wizard. He was on the rise, trying to convince everyone to come over to the dark side. He started getting followers."
"Who was on the good side?" Angela asked.
"Quite a few people, the most noteworthy being Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had many great achievements, including defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald."
"Who was Grindelwald?"
"Different story, Monkey. I'll tell it to you tomorrow. Dumbledore was headmaster of Hogwarts, and the only wizard that You Know Who ever feared. Both of them were very powerful. One night, You Know Who went over to James and Lily's house and," I swallowed.
"Dwight?" Angela asked, concerned, "What's wrong?"
"Sorry, Monkey, this part is sad. He killed Lily and James."
Angela made a sad sound.
"They had been using the Fidelus charm for their safety – they had known that You Know Who was after them. The Fidelus charm prevents people from knowing the location of a building unless the secret keeper tells them. The Potter's secret keeper betrayed them, and You Know Who found them and killed them with the killing curse."
"The killing curse?" Angela asked.
"Yes," I nodded, "Avada Kedavra."
"What about Harry?"
"He survived, monkey. That is why he is known as The Boy Who Lived. You Know Who tried to Kill him, but he couldn't."
I glanced over at Angela, who I found was fast asleep. I smiled contentedly.