A/N: Greetings! Okay, so... I found this little drabble as I was cleaning my room and I had to post it. Also for those who are reading HP and the Return of the Dark Lord, I am sorry, I am still writing I just hit writers block and I decided to revamp the whole thing! BUT! Heres this little random something.
It was a bright and sunny day and Harry Potter was enjoying the last dy of 6th year on the quidditch pitch reclining in a lounge chair sipping a pina calauda (sorry if it spelled wrong). After a long refreshing sip he closed his eyes, when all of a sudden, BAM! Voldermort appears.
"Muwhaha! Today Harry Potter you die!" He yelled in his best, 'I-am-a-Dark-Lord-Fear-Me!' voice. Harry didn't even twitch. Voldermort looked at Harry, cleared his throat and tried again.
"Muwahah! Today Harry Potter you die!" And for extra emphasis he threw his hands in the air and tilted his head back, eyes closed. After a minute of silence Voldermort peeked open an eye and saw that Harry still hadn't even twitched he sighed dejectedly.
"You alone?"
"Yep." Harry poped the 'P'.
"...MInd if I join?"
"Nope."
"Cool." Voldermort conjured a lounge chair and pina clauda for himself. Though after a few minutes of tense silence (on Voldermort's part) and voldermort ditching his drink to twidle his thumbs,
"So... wanna fight?"
"Nope." Again Harry poped the 'P'.
"Why?"
"'Cause I don't want to."
"Oh." Another tense silence.
"The same truce over the summer we had last year?" Asked Voldermort.
"Yup."
"You ever gonna open your eyes and at least look at me?" Voldermort by now was scowling.
"Nope."
"Jerk."
"Bastard."
"My parents were happily married when they had me. You're the bastard Riddle."
"Nu-uh! Mine were married too, even if one was potioned." Voldermort muttered the last part.
"....I knew that." The sun was going down now and Voldermort stood to leave.
"Same time next year Potter?"
"Yep." And with that Voldermort apparated back to his place and Harry just put on a pair of shades and smirked .