Christmas With Harry and Voldie
By Food
Twas the night before Christmas, and everything was silent. The moon wa--hey, scratch that. Everything was in chaos. Chairs were over-turned, chandeliers broken, doors off their hinges. The was a historic battle going on between Lord Voldemort, current dark wizard of the age, and Harry James Potter, slightly above average freak. They were in their peak, and words were flying…
"Ro-Shan-Bow! Aw, darn it, best 23917483 out of 23917485?" said Voldie.
"Fine. I, Harry Potter, wizard of the year 15 years in a row, Prof. Lockhart's apprentice, the nominated most heroic man of the year, will win, of course." Potter said oh so modestly.
"Yeah, Yeah. And I'm a snake-like creature. Never gonna happen."
"Actually, you are."
"Oh."
They resumed the battle.
"Ro-Shan-Bow! Again? Man! At least I have, like, a gazillion more chances!"
"Hey, isn't it, like Christmas? YAY! I get to open present, because I ROCK!" exclaimed Potty.
"Yeah, I forgot! Here's my present. Open it! Hurry!"
Harry open the present. Inside was an engagement ring.
Voldie dropped down to his knee.
"Harry, will you die?"
"Die, what do you--" Harry started. And then the ring blew up.
"Bye-bye!" called Voldie, and he strutted away.
