Voldemort has a disease!
Plz R&R (read and review) and no flames!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Voldemort was getting dressed in his awfully smelly and moldy bedroom.
But when he got out, he was only wearing a T-shirt saying 'Voldemort's the best!' and a pair of fluorescent pink shorts.
But somehow it didn't suit him. What everyone couldn't understand was that it was winter, and it was snowing outside, and there were no heaters inside Hogwarts.
Voldemort: This is the best stuff I've ever worn! I've never worn this stuff before, only once, but I was sharing it with unfaithful Quirrel. But that was different stuff, it was a turban.
*Voldemort takes a deep breath *
Voldemort: At last! My head's free! Ah! Now I can breathe fresh air like those weird humans.
* McGonagall suddenly bumps into Voldemort*
McGonagall: Oh Voldemort!
Voldemort: Is this better than Quirrel's turban?
McGonagall: Oh...Ummmmm........You l-look um...... w-wonderful!
Voldemort: Thanks McGonagall! I must be going now!
McGonagall: Going where?
Voldemort: Outside! Where else would I go?
* Voldemort goes outside in the snow*
Voldemort: Gee it's cold!
*Voldemort shakes coldly*
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While Voldemort's outside, a gush of wind blew over him. Now, Voldemort was really getting cold.
Voldemort: I think I'd better go back inside! I'm freezing out here!
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One day later .................
He felt weak, and had a disease called 'Delicatitus'.
It is a disease caught by people that got cold in the cold winter's days. This disease can't be cured, even if you tried a healing spell or potion, it still can't be cured. No matter what you do, it will take no effect. When he walked, he limped and fell. There was no way he could be cured.
But soon later, he started closing his eyes, and about half way through before closing his eyes completely, he fell face flat on the ground. Darkness came over him and he didn't move a single bit. That was it. He had died from the disease called ' Delicatitus'. No one knew that he was dead, until everyone noticed he was missing. Prof. McGonagall went to his bedroom and found him lying on the ground, lazy to move into bed. McGonagall wiggled him a bit, but he didn't wake up. McGonagall knew that he was dead and didn't bother to tell the others, but ended up telling them. Everyone was shocked and wondered how he died. Everyone wondered how a powerful wizard like him could've died. Well, that was the end of Lord Voldemort. And instead of Harry dying, he died.
Years after that, he was still left in the same place, in his bedroom. Dumbledore decided to leave him in there, instead of putting him in a coffin. You know, there weren't any coffins at Hogwarts. But at least he had his bedroom.
-By Hogy Worty
Plz R&R (read and review) and no flames!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Voldemort was getting dressed in his awfully smelly and moldy bedroom.
But when he got out, he was only wearing a T-shirt saying 'Voldemort's the best!' and a pair of fluorescent pink shorts.
But somehow it didn't suit him. What everyone couldn't understand was that it was winter, and it was snowing outside, and there were no heaters inside Hogwarts.
Voldemort: This is the best stuff I've ever worn! I've never worn this stuff before, only once, but I was sharing it with unfaithful Quirrel. But that was different stuff, it was a turban.
*Voldemort takes a deep breath *
Voldemort: At last! My head's free! Ah! Now I can breathe fresh air like those weird humans.
* McGonagall suddenly bumps into Voldemort*
McGonagall: Oh Voldemort!
Voldemort: Is this better than Quirrel's turban?
McGonagall: Oh...Ummmmm........You l-look um...... w-wonderful!
Voldemort: Thanks McGonagall! I must be going now!
McGonagall: Going where?
Voldemort: Outside! Where else would I go?
* Voldemort goes outside in the snow*
Voldemort: Gee it's cold!
*Voldemort shakes coldly*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
While Voldemort's outside, a gush of wind blew over him. Now, Voldemort was really getting cold.
Voldemort: I think I'd better go back inside! I'm freezing out here!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One day later .................
He felt weak, and had a disease called 'Delicatitus'.
It is a disease caught by people that got cold in the cold winter's days. This disease can't be cured, even if you tried a healing spell or potion, it still can't be cured. No matter what you do, it will take no effect. When he walked, he limped and fell. There was no way he could be cured.
But soon later, he started closing his eyes, and about half way through before closing his eyes completely, he fell face flat on the ground. Darkness came over him and he didn't move a single bit. That was it. He had died from the disease called ' Delicatitus'. No one knew that he was dead, until everyone noticed he was missing. Prof. McGonagall went to his bedroom and found him lying on the ground, lazy to move into bed. McGonagall wiggled him a bit, but he didn't wake up. McGonagall knew that he was dead and didn't bother to tell the others, but ended up telling them. Everyone was shocked and wondered how he died. Everyone wondered how a powerful wizard like him could've died. Well, that was the end of Lord Voldemort. And instead of Harry dying, he died.
Years after that, he was still left in the same place, in his bedroom. Dumbledore decided to leave him in there, instead of putting him in a coffin. You know, there weren't any coffins at Hogwarts. But at least he had his bedroom.
-By Hogy Worty