Discalimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from writing these fic's, I have no rights to Harry Potter.

Voldermort, the Dark Lord of…Cute fluffy bunnies?

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"I will kill that brat," Lord Voldemort cursed as he pulled himself out of the grass, ignoring how everything seemed closer to the ground and anything around him.

Footsteps were heard in the distance so Voldemort stayed in the grass, hoping to be missed by whoever was going by. But in the mean time he thought about how he got here and what happened.

'Stupid brat,' Voldemort thought, 'of all the things you had to be 'defeated' by it had to be a prank spell.'

Voldemort had been on the battle field, both he and Potter were on their last legs when they both made their final move. Only Potter didn't use a normal dueling spell oh no, being Potter he had to use a prank spell which made the Dark Lord falter for a second though, and that gave Potter's spell the chance it needed to hit him.

The question was what had Potter done to him? So Voldermort, finally starting to using that hairless head of his, started to think.

He was lower to the grown check, he was now covered in white fuffy fur check, he had a button nose check, he had a cotton like fluffy white tail check, he had to large white fluffy ears check, he had bucked teeth check, he had…oh no…

Voldemort let out an angry scream, althrough it lost its effect in his new body.

"I'm a rabbit!" Voldemort cried out as he began to quickly make his way in a random direction to try and find a way back to England only to keep falling over as he wasn't used to his new body.

After an hour of unning and a million falls Voldemort had made it the grand total of a respectable…few inches.

"Damn you Potter," Voldemort growled out as he picked himself up once again, "When I get back to Riddle Manor I'll make sure you'll get the most painful death in history!"

Voldemort continued his rant for a good few hours until it was midday. It was around midday when it happened.

"And that'll be horrible for Potter," Voldemort – the – Dark – Lord – who- lived – to – become – a –fluffy – cute – bunny said.

A sudden noise coming from the tall grass that he was half sitting in caused Voldemort to pull out his wand…sorry I mean, caused Voldemort to pull out his carrot he had found during his many meetings with the ground.

"Get back, I have a…" Voldermort said as he looked at the moving grass, he was going to say wand but in this situation…, "I have a carrot and I'm not afraid to use it!"

Through the grass didn't stop moving and suddenly out of the tall grass came even more cute fluffy bunnies come out of the grass.

Voldemort watched on in morbid shock as another bunny bounced forward, his arms full of large dry leaves.

The bunny began to hand out all of the large leaves, leaving one for himself, and they put the large leaves on as if they were Death Eater robes.

Voldemort managed to fully get up only to fall to the ground once again, the bunny's wearing leaves as robes now brought out carrot's and began to fall to the ground and get back up again, just like Voldemort had been doing for the past hour.

After watching them for a few minutes the bunny from before, or Voldemort guessed as they all looked the same, hopped forward carrying what looked like the top of a carrot.

Voldermort allowed the other rabbit to place the carrot top, with the leaves and such still attached, on the top of his head.

Voldemort then watched as the bunnies continued their strange copying of him.

"I think I've just been made their king," Voldermort blinked in shock before an evil grin came over his face, "Today a rabbit warren but tomorrow the world!"

With that Voldemort let out his most evil fluffy bunny laugh which was soon copied by his new 'minions'.

Part 2 in next chapter: the great escape…or not…