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Chapter 1: That Prat Potter

Lord Voldermort sat at a big black chair in the Malfoy Manor stroking his pet snake when he started to think of all the times the Boy had gotten away from him. This thought burned into his skull, he hated that Harry had gotten away so many times even without help sometimes. The Dark Lord also started to think about how barely any of his servants were still truly faithful, obedient and loyal to him.

Maybe it's time to give up this taking over the world thing, he thought. I should just slip away quietly now and let the Death Eaters be slaughtered by the Ministry and The Order once they've realised I'm no longer there with a huge power over them all.

With this thought he stood up and walked over to a tall long black framed mirror that reflected back his snake-like eyes at himself. He pointed his wand at the mirror so it would reflect the powerful Killing Curse he'd used so many times previously on countless others back at him.

Suddenly a knock came at the door, Voldermort turned to point his wand towards the door instead as Darth Vader walked into the room.

"Tom, I am your father... well no, I'm not but I just wanted to see how you were going on your quest to rule the world in honour of my attempt to rule the galaxy, which inspired you as a child, didn't it Tom?"

Voldermort stared wide-eyed at his childhood idol standing in front of him. "It inspired me greatly Darth, but like all villains, we can never win in the fight against good. So it is with a slight sadness that I have decided to end my pathetic life right now."

"Well then I shall join you as I am all washed up now anyway. How is this going to work?" Darth proclaimed.

Voldermort responded, "I'll set a killing curse on myself and you pour that dragons blood on your front and the snake will attack you. Sound like a plan?"

"Yep," Darth Vader grabbed the jar and removed the lid. Voldermort was facing the mirror once again. "On the count of three... One...Tw-" The count had been interrupted when once again, someone was at the door.