Disclaimer: everything in this story belongs to J. K. Rowling. Even the
whole idea of Harry's mid-life crisis belongs to Rowling, but she said she
would never write it so I'm doing it for her.
A/N: Much thanks to Amanda, who got me to write this story in the first place and is always so supportive of it, and laughs at it which makes me feel good.
Remember to review!!!!!!!!
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"We will get Harry Potter this time!" A cold and sinister voice belonging to Voldemort announced.
"Y-yes ma-ma-master," said little Peter Pettigrew in a quivering voice. "Of course we will, we can't fail again."
"NO! I will no fail!" Said the evil dark lord formerly known as Tom Riddle.
"Of course master, we have a plan that cannot fail." Said his evil sidekick in a soothing tone. "We will succeed, and then, and then you will rule the world!"
"My master plan is finally finished, no one will stop me this time, not after that Potter boy is out of the way!"
"Just out of curiosity master, what are we going to do to Harry?"
"Harry? You're talking like you care about him."
"Oh no master, I was just curious, that's all."
"Well then, if you must know I am going to kill him. Wahahahahaha!"
"How perfectly evil," said Wormtail with a fake expression of malicious joy on his face.
Voldemort in his excitement failed to notice it. "Of course it's evil" he snapped, "how can I be an evil dark lord if I don't have evil plans?"
"You're so right master, you're always so right."
"Leave me now, we much prepare, we set off to Hogwarts in the morn. Oh, and remember Wormtail, we're looking for a 7th year with black hair, green eyes, glasses and a glorified scar in the center of his forehead."
"Yes master" said Wormtail as he bowed himself from the cold room and went off to another part of the deserted mansion to prepare something of his own.
A/N: Much thanks to Amanda, who got me to write this story in the first place and is always so supportive of it, and laughs at it which makes me feel good.
Remember to review!!!!!!!!
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"We will get Harry Potter this time!" A cold and sinister voice belonging to Voldemort announced.
"Y-yes ma-ma-master," said little Peter Pettigrew in a quivering voice. "Of course we will, we can't fail again."
"NO! I will no fail!" Said the evil dark lord formerly known as Tom Riddle.
"Of course master, we have a plan that cannot fail." Said his evil sidekick in a soothing tone. "We will succeed, and then, and then you will rule the world!"
"My master plan is finally finished, no one will stop me this time, not after that Potter boy is out of the way!"
"Just out of curiosity master, what are we going to do to Harry?"
"Harry? You're talking like you care about him."
"Oh no master, I was just curious, that's all."
"Well then, if you must know I am going to kill him. Wahahahahaha!"
"How perfectly evil," said Wormtail with a fake expression of malicious joy on his face.
Voldemort in his excitement failed to notice it. "Of course it's evil" he snapped, "how can I be an evil dark lord if I don't have evil plans?"
"You're so right master, you're always so right."
"Leave me now, we much prepare, we set off to Hogwarts in the morn. Oh, and remember Wormtail, we're looking for a 7th year with black hair, green eyes, glasses and a glorified scar in the center of his forehead."
"Yes master" said Wormtail as he bowed himself from the cold room and went off to another part of the deserted mansion to prepare something of his own.