Voldemort and the common cold

I decided to write this lil fanfic during my cold. After all, I'm not the only one who has to suffer! :D Mawhahah. *cough* *sneeze* X_x;

"ACHOO!!" spat Voldemort. He accidentally sneezed on Nagini, his loving pet snake.

"Gahss! Why didsss you do sthat?" hissed Nagini, (yeah, only Voldemort could hear that because of parsal-tongue abilities.)

"Sorry Nagini," replied Voldemort. Nagini slithered away.

"Master, are you okay?" asked Wormtail.

"Yes, Wormtail, I'm alright. Now go away," said Voldemort. Wormtail walked away.

Voldemort stared into the fireplace. He was sitting on a couch. The den that he was in was mostly dark excluding the bright burning fire. A lot of the objects in the den were silver, green or black, just like the slytherin colors. The only thing that was white was the stones decorated on the fireplace. The –

ACHOO!! ACHOO!! (COUGH!!) Voldemort once again blurted out the symptoms of the common cold.

"Wormtail… I'm - (COUGH!) – I'm not feeling like my self," he moaned loudly. No one answered; maybe Voldemort didn't speak loudly enough, but he couldn't yell, something was bothering his throat.

He wondered to himself if this had something to do with *magical, biological warfare or just a common cold. Anyway, he should do something about it.

He walked to the *Death Eater Lounge and see if any of his loyal death eaters can help him. There was only Bellatrix and Wormtail getting some hot cocoa. While Voldemort was there, he got some napkins and blew his nose on one.

"Bellatrix, Wormtail, I have a cold," said Voldemort. Bellatrix and Wormtail glanced at him.

"Umm… Perhaps hot tea or cocoa -" said Bellatrix, yet, interrupted.

ACHOO!! ACHOO!! AAAA-CHOO! Voldemort continued his sneezing and grabbed more napkins.

"Umm… As I was saying, hot tea or cocoa, sir?" asked Bellatrix.

Voldemort sat at a table and replied, "Tea." He despised cocoa.

"Sir, I also think you should stay in bed. I'll give you the tea when it's ready," said Bellatrix.

"Okay, fine," moaned the Dark Lord. He walked to his bedroom.

"He's even more ugly when he's sick, huh?" asked Wormtail.

"I reckon so," replied Bellatrix.

~*~*~*~*~

Voldemort was in bed and getting impatient. "Dammit! Bellatrix! What's taking so – (ACHOO!) – long?"

"Coming master!" replied Bellatrix. She opened the door and got the tea on a silver tray. She placed the tray on the nightstand. "Wormtail and I are going to make a potion that'll rid of your problem."

"Good! It's getting worse, and it better not take too long!" snapped Voldemort.

"But sir, it'll take a few days," said Bellatrix.

"FEW DAYS?!? FEW DAYS?!? I don't have a FEW DAYS!!" shouted Voldemort. He started coughing.

"Sorry, but, that's how long it'll take, you should rest -"

"Rest?? But what about my evil plan to KILL Harry Potter?!?"

"I guess we'll have to do it another time -"

"NOO!!! I can't! I must do it tomorrow!"

"I beg your pardon sir but you're sick!!"

"I… DON'T… CAR -"

"SIR!! YOU CANNOT KILL HARRY POTTER IN THIS CONDITION, IT CAN WAIT AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" screamed Bellatrix.

Voldemort was appalled. 'Did Bellatrix just scream at me?? The Dark Lord??' he thought.

"Bella!"

"Don't give me that 'Bella' crap!! Drink your tea!"

The Death Eater walked out of the room. Voldemort was still appalled. Ten minutes later he drank his tea.

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Here are the things you probably didn't really know:

*Magical Biological Warfare: I made it up. :P

*The Death Eater Lounge: I made it up too, but they probably have something like this, right? O.o; Or maybe a kitchen?

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Veld, the author: Enjoyed it? I'm pretty sure I'll write another chapter soon. Review if you would like to and thanks for reading even though it's kind of pointless. :D