A/N: This is the sequel to "Harry Potter and the Really Bad Fanfic", so if
you haven't read that.go read it!!! Remember to review!
Chapter One:
Voldemort smirked, and began talking to himself,
"Harry should still be in the fanfic by now, I should just kill him and get it over with. Although it was quite interesting. Hmm.how about Black kills him? Yes, that would work. He could be looking for his long-lost daughter, Hermione, who is dead, of course. Trelawney could be the mother, who would really be Pomfrey in disguise."
He plotted possible endings for the next couple hours, when a small chat bubble appeared on the screen. It was from the screen-name "I_Lived". It must be Harry. As he read the messages, a small smirk flickered over his face. Harry was surrendering. Not just surrendering. Sucking up surrendering. Kiss-my-boots sucking up. He shuddered slightly, Potter had been a formidable foe in previous years, even as a child (that's what made him shudder-the memory of his soul being ripped from his body.) This was all too easy, he smirked arrogantly. He replied quickly to his messages, and finally was sent a link..after four hours.
He hated computers, they were filthy pieces of muggle garbage and would be the first to go when he took over the world.
He clicked the link Harry sent, and suddenly he felt the room and himself swirl. He felt his body swirl into the computer, and realized too late what was happening. A new assumption occurred in his mind - Harry Potter was a formidable enemy.
There was only a little bit of time, "Guards! Crabbe! Goyle! Malfoy! Boldova!"
They came to an empty room, the place Voldemort would soon pine for.
Chapter One:
Voldemort smirked, and began talking to himself,
"Harry should still be in the fanfic by now, I should just kill him and get it over with. Although it was quite interesting. Hmm.how about Black kills him? Yes, that would work. He could be looking for his long-lost daughter, Hermione, who is dead, of course. Trelawney could be the mother, who would really be Pomfrey in disguise."
He plotted possible endings for the next couple hours, when a small chat bubble appeared on the screen. It was from the screen-name "I_Lived". It must be Harry. As he read the messages, a small smirk flickered over his face. Harry was surrendering. Not just surrendering. Sucking up surrendering. Kiss-my-boots sucking up. He shuddered slightly, Potter had been a formidable foe in previous years, even as a child (that's what made him shudder-the memory of his soul being ripped from his body.) This was all too easy, he smirked arrogantly. He replied quickly to his messages, and finally was sent a link..after four hours.
He hated computers, they were filthy pieces of muggle garbage and would be the first to go when he took over the world.
He clicked the link Harry sent, and suddenly he felt the room and himself swirl. He felt his body swirl into the computer, and realized too late what was happening. A new assumption occurred in his mind - Harry Potter was a formidable enemy.
There was only a little bit of time, "Guards! Crabbe! Goyle! Malfoy! Boldova!"
They came to an empty room, the place Voldemort would soon pine for.