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A/N: Any misspellings weere intentional :D
Lord Voldemort was walking down the street, minding his own business, as per usual, with his superman cape billowing in the wind, when he saw something… Something… Fluffy. On the ground.
His death eater bros glanced at him wonderingly and it made him angry that they would dare to— Well, how dare they?! So he stepped on all their foots and they all wept, as he stepped away from them, tired of their bull.
He approached the fluffy thing and it… Moved. He poked it… with his wand. It turned it's head to look at him and it's eyes were so big! It was so… CUTE! *o*
He picked it up and petted it, cooing it. "AWWWE!" He sighed, loudly. "How adorable."
Then, out of nowhere, a smurf grabbed the fluff ball, threw it into the air and kicked it like a football and it flew into space, never to be seen again.
Voldemort teared up, his knees dropped to the ground, he had a face of total shock, the kind of face you have when you find Harry Potter creeping under your bed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He yelled into the skies, as he dropped head first into the ground in vanquish.
"Saw-wee…" The smurf apologized. But it would never be enough.
The… End…
Thank you so much for reading all the way through this crappy tale! Wowzerz! Bye :D