Voldemort stepped out of the Resurrection cauldron. This was getting to be a bit much. Crazy Authoresses with cans of pink paint. Potter's twice damned Parents. Mother bloody Nature. What was next? He started looking for his wand. He couldn't find it.

"Looking for this," said a voice behind him. He groaned as he turned to face.

"POTTER!" And it was Harry this time. "GIVE ME BACK MY WAND!"

"No," Harry replied, and started to kick the crap outta Voldemort, while giving a wave to Tifany1037 who gave the idea for this drabble to the authoress.

Lord Voldie Died Again.