Where were we? Ah yes young Harry and Ron in Dumbledore's office, holding the tickle me Elmo portkey to reach Voldemort at St. Mungo's so he can help with a very queer Draco Malfoy as they were told by Fred and George.

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As the giggle from the Elmo toy thing subsided, the two boys found themselves in a dark and dreary hallway. A sign above their heads read:

"St Mungo's extremely deranged, mentally insane, totally psychotic, completely psychopathic, eerily maniacal loony bin for evil wizards."

Or to short it up, St Mungo's E.D.M.I.T.P.C.P.E.M.L.B.F.E.W. …. Now isn't that easier?

"Wow that's some sign eh Harry?" Ron asked, awestruck.

"Yea…at least we definitely know we're in the right place. Right we have to find Voldemort's room then." Harry replied.

"Er…Harry…there is only one room in here…and it's that one" Ron said, pointing at the door at the end of the hallway.

It was made of steel and had many locks and intricate designs in shapes resembling snakes.

Harry and Ron edged near the door, fear becoming them.

"Uhh how do we suppose we get in?" Harry asked, touching the door to see some sort of opening device, such as a doorknob.

"Well the only way in is the door…" Ron said daftly.

"Well thanks Ron, for that outstanding observation." Harry said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Haha thanks Harry." Ron said, oblivious to Harry's caustic remarks.
As the two boys observed the door, they heard footsteps approaching the hallway.

"Can I help you boys?" a voice said from the other side.

"I—err…. housekeeping?" Harry said lamely.

"Housekeeping? Well of course…you must be those nutters that muggle-born doctor wanted here. Well go on…I'll open the door for you."

It turns out it was an elderly old women who seemed to be half blind. She scuttled over to the door and took out a key and opened the door quietly.

"Now be careful…he's rather sensitive. Poor soul." The women said, nodding her head towards the blocked curtain.

"What do you know about him?" Ron asked, hoping dear old Voldy wouldn't jump out and finish them off.

"Well, he came a while back…begging for help. Said he wanted to change his ways. Well truth be told, he wasn't the nicest bugger you'd meet, but the poor man…well he suffered an injury?" The women said, slowly shaking her head.

"What? Brain damage?" Harry said, with a snicker.

"Why yes dearie, that's exactly what happened!" the women said excitedly.

Harry and Ron stood astounded.

"How did it happen?" Ron asked, trying to sound concerned.

"Oh you must hear it. Very pitiful. Very pitiful indeed. So when he came here, he seemed to be a bit of an evil man. But now---well anyways. One day he was walking around and terrorizing the whole hospital when suddenly --------------------------

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Ahh ok…the first chapter to the sequels done. Yes so it wasn't that great…it never is really but the point is it's done. ) Sorry for the awfully short chapter but my brain kind of went dead and I cant think of anything at the moment. So if you want to know what happened to dear old Voldemort, wait for the next chapter…that is…. when I think up of something. Ideas are greatly welcome.