A Sequel to Voldemort and the Puppets

Now, Ron Weasley wasn't afraid of the Forbidden Forest. Nor was he afraid of the dark. It was simply that he had a healthy respect for the creatures and unexplainable happenings that happened in that forest. At least, that's what he told people.

When Harry had started hanging the Dumbledore puppets Ron, like any good friend would, had tried to convince his friend to not go into the forest.

"It's called Forbidden for a reason, Harry," he had pleaded, but his friend had ignored him. Now, he stood at over the unconscious form of the previously most feared Dark Lord, trying to decide what to do with the man, while at the same time jumping at any sound or shadow in the dark. He found himself not paying any attention to what was behind him, and got hit in the back with a stunner from the supposedly unconscious man on the ground.

Grinning, Voldemort stood up, and walked out of the forest, careful to avoid the long line of Dumbledore puppets.

Later that night Voldmort was in Hogsmeade, hiding in an abandoned house he had come across, sitting on the floor under a window, staring at the far closet. He had a feeling that there was a boggart in that small space, and he was going to avoid it at all costs. However, the house contained only the one room, and that was it. Sighing, he stared at the opposite wall.

It was almost 1am when he felt it, the feeling that there was nothing happy in the world, that the puppets would get him. That could only mean one thing, Dementors. Stiffening in fear, he watched as the cloaked figure drifted across the room, ignoring him completely. He was amazed that the Dementor was drifting toward the closet though, and he had to watch in astonishment as the creature slowly extended a skeletal hand to the knob. Neither Voldemort nor the Dementor were prepared for the thing that emerged from the closet. Barney. In all his green and purple glory.

"I love you, you love me, we're a happy family…" it sang in an off-tune and overly happy voice that would have set his hair on end if he had any hair. The creature was quickly replaced by a giant neon pink rabbit that attempted to hug the ghastly creature. Screaming in a very undignified way, the Dementor fled the vicinity, and Voldemort threw himself out of the window before the creature had a chance to turn its attentions on him.

Running as fast as he could, it was dawn before he stopped, and when he did, he was quickly apprehended by Aurors. Reports would later say that he was muttering about Dumbledore being reincarnated in puppet form.

In the Forbidden Forest around the same time, Ronald Weasley was considering the benefits of screaming. Surrounding him was a circle of spiders, each easily the size of one of the carriages that transported them up to the castle every year. He felt as if he was about to die of fright. First the incident in second year with Aragog, and then the boggart in third year, now this. He was willing to admit it at this moment that he had an uncontrollable fear of spiders. Arachnophobia. He blamed the twins. They were the ones that turned his teddy bear into a spider. Lying completely still, he prayed that someone would come and find him. Soon.

Suddenly, the spiders were sent flying left and right as the car that he and Harry had crashed in the forest in their second year came hurtling through the forest. He jumped into it as soon as it stopped, and tried to steer it in the direction of the exit of the forest. He jumped when something touched his shoulder, and turned around slowly, a feeling of dread in his stomach. His eyes traveling up the hairy leg to the large, black, hairy body with eight eyes. Screaming, he turned to the door, fumbling with the latch. How had his day gotten this bad? Why had he gone to find the Dark Lord? Why him? Why did it always happen to him?