Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: This was written by my friend and I. We came up with this idea all by ourselves. SO DO NOT SUE US! Freaks…
The Mint Lattes of Doom
One day, when Lord Voldemort was sitting in his den enjoying a cup of cocoa and reading that day's paper, he was struck with a stroke of brilliance. He would go to Starbucks; he had been really craving a mint latte. Lord Voldemort sighed. "I hate my skin. It's all scaly and my acne scars from my days of-shudder-Tom Riddle-are ridiculous. No makeup or even magic will cover it. And to make matters worse my favorite line of Mary Kay mascara has been canceled." With that outburst over, he picked up his gator skin purse and pink Razor phone, slipped on some 6 inch stilettos, and with a quick squirt of Chanel No.5, he flounced out the door.
"Give me. A mint latte. With whipped cream. NOW!!!" You see, our dear Voldy was quite upset at having to wait in line behind a bunch of muggles that were giving him odd looks. On top of that, when he reached the front of the line, he discovered that his cashier was none other then Hermione Granger. As he grabbed his latte and sat down at a deserted table, he happened to overhear that Granger girl calling out across the room. "I'll be right over Harry; my shifts almost done." The Dark Lord glared around the room, politely choosing to ignore the squeaks of terror emitted by the muggles. At last, he saw what he was looking for. Harry Potter. And he was holding…a mint latte.