Okay, this is a one shot that I had an idea for and I couldn't get the idea out of my head. R&R. First one shot!

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Chocolate frog card.

Lord Voldemort walked into the place that-nobody-really-knows-but-just-go-with-it-that-makes-chocolate-frog's-and-the-cards. He just blasted down the door to the lab where Mr & Mrs Flume where located. He snuck up behind them, and leant down to their level, crying, "RAAAAAA!" Mrs Flume (who he was behind at the time) screamed a high pitched scream and fell of the chair that she was sat on at the time. Her husband, Mr. Flume, slowly looked round, red in the face with anger. Or at least he was before he caught sight of the red tell-tale eyes of Lord Voldemort. The most feared dark lord, of well... ever.

"H-h-he who must not be named," the man stutter-breathed, reminding Lord Voldemort of Quirrell.

"What do you want?" The woman asked a bit more boldly that her husband. I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship.

"What do I want?" The Dark Lord mused, practically swimming in their fear. "What do I want? I'll tell you what I want! I want to be on the chocolate frog cards!"

Mr Flume started choking on air, and Mrs Flume (let's call the Jon and Wendy) looked equally as shocked.

"Why?" Wendy asked, completley lost, and looking at Tom like he was insane.

"Do not look at me like that!" He commanded. "And I want to because all the best wizards and witches have them and I am the best wizard. I am the most feared dark lord in forever!"

"No." Jon said firmly, obviously recovered from choking on air.

"Well," the Dark Lord sneered. "We'll have to change your mind then, won't we?Crucio."

Jon screamed and thrased in pain whilst Wendy had tears running down her face.

Th Dark Lord lifted the curse and spoke in a gentle whisper, "So, will you do it?"

The Flumes nodded silently and the Dark Lord made his retreat.

****ONE WEEK LATER****

Lucius Malfoy walked hesitently into the room where the Dark Lord was sat. And he still had a grin of satisfaction on his face.

"My Lord?" He asked.

"Yes, Lucius?" The Dark Lord asked pleasently. Ever since that day a week ago he'd been almost...kinder.

"My son, Draco, found this yesterday. I was wondering if you knew what they were saying about you?" Lucius said and held out the chocolate frog card between two fingers.

"What?" The Dark Lord asked and when his eyes landed on the card a flash of recognition ran though them. Quickly he snached it out of his hand. And he read it. It said:

Lord Voldemort.

Also know as Tom Riddle; The Dark Lord; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; You-Know-Who and The-Pansy-Who-Got-His-Butt-Handed-To-Him-By-A-Baby.

He is not celebrated by anyone other than his minions.

He is wildly know for striking fear in to everybody's hearts (or at least attepts to), murdering, and being defeated by the awesome Harry Potter (Long live the chosen one) when said boy was just one year old.

He is also a very acomlished wizard, being the smartest of his age when he was at Hogwarts (sorted into slimy Slytherin).

He is also a well know psycopath.

The Dark Lord was furious!

"Incendio," he whispered, and the card burst into flames.

THE END!

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