Harry and Ron crouched in the corner of the cupboard. Harry with his ear to the door, Ron with his head on his knees. Ron wimpered, and Harry nudged him. He knew that Lord Voldemort was on the other side of that door, and he didn't want to take any chances of being caught. After all, if Harry had to fight, he would have to mess up his hair. He didn't even want to think about entering to the praises from his fellow Hogwarts students with messy hair.
Under his breath, Ron told Harry to stop thinking about his hair and start thinking of a plan.
Harry stopped thinking about his hair and started thinking of a plan.
"Okay, how about this," whispered Harry. "You run out and distract him, and while you're doing that, I'll jump out at hit him from the back.
Ron nodded, gulped, and burst out of the cupboard, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Harry counted to three and jumped out of the cupboard. The plan hadn't worked. Lord Voldemort was facing Harry, his beady red eyes looking straight at Harry. He leaned casually against the wall.
"You know," he said. "I was just going to kill you, but now I'm really going to give it to you."
Ron screamed, turned white and fainted.
"MALFOY!"Lord Voldemort roared.
Draco Malfoy appeared from around the corner.
"Draco."said Lord Voldemort. "Go and fetch me my sock."
As Harry fell to the floor in shock and fear, Draco giggled and ran down the corridor and Lord Voldemort threw back his head and laughed.