Entry for the Chocolate Frog Card Club
(Gold) Herpo The Foul; Challenge: Include a snake into your story.
(600 Words)
Well, I wrote this for a friend of mine, for her birthday - she loves kittens ;) If you happen to have any ideas, don't be afraid to tell me about them in the reviews :)
An Ordinary Sunday
The day on which Lord Voldemort's life changed considerably was a quiet Sunday. Already in the early morning hours, the sun shone brightly through the curtains of the Dark Lord's bedroom, the rays tickling his face. Birds were singing gleefully while sitting on the branches of the willow in the garden, and it promised to be a beautiful spring day – something that disgusted Voldemort the minute he opened his eyes.
Slowly, he got up and dressed, glaring outside whenever he walked past a window; he really hated good weather, that kind of weather that brought everyone out onto the streets. He despised how loud the children were when they ran past his cottage, playing their games. Sometimes, he even found balls or frisbees in his rose bushes – unnecessary to say that he tended to destroy these items with a quick flick of his wand. At least, if Nagini hadn't eaten them already, the greedy little beast.
Annoyed about the way in which the sun invaded his home, he pulled the curtains closed as he entered the living room with the black coffee he'd made. Taking a few sips, he grabbed the Daily Prophet he'd took from the post owl earlier and opened it. However, after the first few lines of the head article, he scoffed and threw the newspaper into the bin, mumbling something incoherent about blood traitors. Seriously, he couldn't wait for the day on which he would take over the power in the wizarding world; all these incapable idiots would be sacked.
He just wanted to sit at his work desk to continue writing his memoirs – he still needed a good, catchy title – when he heard an odd, wailing sound. Assuming that it was some child that had injured itself while playing, he started to scribble with his quill, but then, the noise resounded again. Nagini hissed from inside her terrarium, sounding annoyed about being locked up.
Unable to concentrate, Voldemort got up and walked towards the door, ready to react to whatever source was causing these annoying wailing sounds.
He'd expected many things; children, housewives, an ambush...
But certainly not a plain paper box.
The wailing came from inside of it, and drawing his wand, he decided to investigate – he really couldn't work with that noise in the background.
Big, round, green eyes stared up at him.
At first, the Dark Lord thought that it was a bad joke; some of his followers definitely had a weird sense of humour. Then, he thought that this was a trap – Animagi weren't uncommon, and they would be useful spies.
However, when the kitten meowed at him, looking terrified and helpless, a distant feeling told him that this was simply a little kitten. It had plushy fur, striped, with white legs and a white stomach.
Somewhere deep inside of him, something moved; the thought of closing the door and leaving this little thing outside, alone, without someone to take care of it, was unimaginable.
Putting his wand into his pocket, he gingerly picked up the box and carried it inside, mumbling to himself: "I must be crazy. Out of my mind. Off the trolley. Whacko."
The kitten only meowed, stretching one of its tiny paws towards him. Voldemort placed the box on the floor in the kitchen, eyeing the little thing and saying: "Listen. You can stay here, as long as you don't annoy me. I've got evil things to plan."
Little did he know that this was only the start of a big adventure with a lot of trouble.