Authors Note: I own nothing but the plot. I hope you enjoy. This is roughly based off of the version i did for a play because i have a script for it.

Two children sit in two armchairs in a warmly lit common room. One a boy and one a girl. It was late at night, but they didn't

notice. They had to write their essay. Had is the key word. The homework was done, but they still used it as an excuse. In truth,

they were writing there own version of the famous play by Charles Dickens, "A Christmas Carol"

"No, no , no! He wasn't supposed to be Christmas Yet to Come, HE was!" said the girl.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but it's late! I have Herbology tomorrow morning at 8:00"

"Come on, Neville! We have to finish this"

As they worked, they didn't notice the portrait hole opening; they didn't notice the shadowy figure creeping down the hallway;

nor did they notice that this figure had sleek, platinum blonde hair. But he noticed them.

"Well, would you look at that! I always figured Granger would end up with Weasly, not Longbottom"

"Shut it, Malfoy! What are you doing here anyway? I'm a prefect you know, and you're not supposed to be here. I could give you

detention!" "What I'm doing here is none of your business, Mudblood. What are you doing"

"Neville and I were working on homework"

"Ebenezer Voldemort? What class is that for, Longbottom"

"Well...Err...Umm"

Then something happened neither Neville nor Hermione could have expected. Malfoy sat down and told them to read it.

"Read it? You want us to read it"

"Yeah, Granger. I want to see what that supposedly huge brain of yours came up with"

"I helped too"

"Shut it, Longbottom. Go ahead, Granger"

"Okay. Come on, Neville"

"I don't know why you want to hear the story. It's the same plot. You must have heard it at least a dozen times by now"

"More like a hundred," Malfoy said.

"We've all heard it a thousand times, but this version is good for a laugh," Hermione said.

"So how does your story begin?" Malfoy asked.

"Dumbledore was dead, dead to begin with. There was no doubt about. He was inadvertently killed by Voldemort. And if

Voldemort killed someone, there was no denying it. Old Albus was dead as a doornail"

"I've never heard of a dead doornail"

"It's a simile, Malfoy"

"Well maybe you should change it to something dead-er, like a coffin nail"

"No. Voldemort, of course knew this. You must remember that Dumbledore was dead, or nothing good can come of this story.

Voldemort and Dumbledore were comrades for years and years," Hermione said.

"When Dumbledore died, Voldemort didn't even go to the funeral. He was a terrible person. He never gave anything to anyone

without wanting something in return, no one ever said "Hello!" to him, no one ever asked him about the time or about his life, or

about how to get anywhere..." Neville said as the view shifted to a street in Britain.

Authors note: Next chapter we meet more characters and Ebenezer Voldemort. Reviewing may make me write faster!!!!!!!!!!!!! And may earn you a cookie...