Silence swept across the room as the door flung open, slamming against the wall as the figure stormed into the room. He swept his cloak away as he settled himself onto a chair at the head of the table. Looking at the platters that held a large array of food on the table, he picked his plate up and began to temporize about what he wanted to eat. His stomach rumbled as he had a sudden craving for a certain cherry pastry. Finding crumbs on the platter which had previously held an assortment of different desserts, he felt his temper begin to rise.
"Who ate the last piece of cherry pie?" the man asked dangerously.
He glared at everyone who was sitting in the room, his eyes narrowing at a person who sat directly across from him. The person was scraping their fork onto the plate, murmuring contentedly as he took another bite; a large, sugary, red stain was smeared on his cheek. Whipping out his wand, the figure muttered out a curse and smiled to himself as the person began to transform into a pig. The rest of the room burst out into uncontrollable laughter as they watched the usually dignified Draco Malfoy let out a high-pitched squeal, his hands frantically covering his bottom as a curly pig's tail sprouted out.
"That should teach you all a lesson: never eat Lord Voldemort's last piece of cherry pie!" the figure boomed suddenly, his voice dripping in malice, disrupting the fracas that had overtaken the room moments ago. The occupants trembled as Voldemort put a hand on his chin, a treacherous glint in his eyes.
"Now, who shall I turn into a pig next?" he pondered aloud, his face twisted into an expression of disposition. His face suddenly changed, a rather constipated look replacing his previous one as he bared his teeth and squinted his eyes.
"Are you okay, my Lord?" one of the men asked uncertainly. He cowered in fear as Voldemort spun his head to face him, wincing as his neck gave a horrific crack.
"I'm perfectly fine, you insolent fool. Whatever makes you think otherwise?" he said, stretching his mouth wider, his teeth gleaming ominously in the dim light.
"You look a tad bit uncomfortable," the man replied, gulping as he was met by a dark glower.
"I'm smiling," said Voldemort slowly. Just as he was about to let out an insane cry of anger, a loud bang resounded in the room, and he dropped dead to the floor.
"Should've thought of this way before," Harry Potter muttered to himself as he lowered the smoking gun. He nodded to the blonde pig, "great improvement, Malfoy. I'm loving the tail. You and Dudley should meet up sometimes," he said before sauntering out of the room, whistling a merry tune.