Something me and my bessie Shobz came up with when we were bored in the line for Art.
Dark Marks In Art Class
The Art class was babbling away loudly. It was 15 minutes into the lesson and the teacher hadn't turned up yet. They'd closed the door and was sinking into the realm of general rowdiness. The air was thick with flying objects and you couldn't hear yourself think.
Suddenly, there was a bang by the door. The whole class's necks swiveled round. A bald snakelike man was standing in the doorway, raising a black stick.
"Silence....err..(he checked the sheet in his hand) Year 9!" he was answered with skeptical looks.
Ignoring these, he swept down the classroom to the desk and settled down comfortably and laced his fingers. He smiled mirthlessly at them.
One brave boy raised his hand "Who are you, sir?"
"I?" the bald guy exclaimed "I am Lord Voldemort, juvenile muggles, you shall bow before me."
This was too much for a Year 9 class on a Monday morning. They glanced around.
"Go on! Bow!" gestured Voldemort.
Everyone looked at what everyone else was doing and eventually performing a grudging bow.
"Well done!" Voldemort checked the sheet "Well it says here you're meant to be doing some Pop Art project thing."
There were nods and murmurs. Voldemort scrunched up the sheet and set fire to it with his wand.
The class were now pinching each other's arms. Was this Actually Happening?
"Now down to business. I need your help." Voldemort waved his wand and the mannequin in the corner was suddenly covered in black robes. Some of the slow boys rubbed their eyes.
"I want to you to design me a new set of Death Eater robes! Won't that be fun? And for an extension, you can all design a Dark Mark too. You see, I thought the black thing was stereotypical and bland. I need something that says 'Be Scared Of Me' not 'I Am A Depressed Person Who Cuts Themselves.' The person who does the best one won't get murdered in a slow painful way. They'll get a quickie!"
Another boy who had the build of a gorilla and the brains of a banana put his hand up.
"So we won't be painting stuff?"
Voldemort sighed "No, muggle child."
He waved his wand again and everyone now had a piece of paper and a fat wad of multi coloured pens and pencils.
"In silence or I'll hex you.'
Voldemort rubbed his temples and wondered off around the classroom.
'Muggles really have the most weird contraptions' he thought as he examined the electric pencil sharpener and shoved in a paint brush. It came back out with only one hair attached.
"What does this do?" he pointed at the SMART board.
A shrimp of a kid put his hand up.
"I can show you sir."
He tapped various buttons and a loud starting sound played.
"Aah!" screamed Voldemort and ran to the back of the classroom.
"Umm...it's loaded?" said the boy, tapping on it and starting up Google.
"Hmm...what is this Google?" asked the curious Dark Lord.
"It's a search engine."
"Can one control it?"
"I suppose so."
"What does it do?"
"You...umm...type stuff into it."
The boy tapped a black panel and letters appeared next to a flashing line.
ART
The screen changed and blue and black words appeared.
"Ooh, now what?"
The boy clicked on the first set of blue words.
WIKIPEDIA
"Hmm....Wikipedia?"
Voldemort drew out his wand and flicked it "Wikipedia!"
There was a flash of purple and about a million dictionaries appeared in front of the Dark Lord.
"Interesting." The wand twitched and the books vanished.
"Go back to Google."
The boy pressed a arrow and the blue, red, yellow and green letters flashed up again. He sat back down.
Voldemort raised his fingers like batons and typed
VOLDEMORT
The blue words appeared.
Tom Riddle - Harry Potter Wikia
"WHAT IS THIS?!" roared Voldemort and furiously clicked it.
He read the information.
"HOW DO MUGGLES KNOW ABOUT ME?!? EVEN THE WIZARDING COMMUNITY DON'T KNOW THIS MUCH!!"
He googled Harry Potter and clicked search.
Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort
"WHAT?!"
Death Eaters
'Search'
The Death Eaters were all killed or imprisoned
"What?! O, Almighty Google! I bow to thee, knowledgeable one!" Voldemort bowed to the computer.
The bell rang.
"Is the lesson over?"
"Yes sir."
Voldemort waved his wand and a piece of paper appeared in his hand.
"This won." he said without looking at it. The class sniggered. Later he would regret that.
"One more thing. Have you seen this boy?" Voldemort drew out a poster of Harry.
"Yeah, he's on the big board near the train station."
"Class dismissed. Finally! The whereabouts of Harry Potter!"
Voldemort Apparated with a crack.
Five minutes later, a old man hobbled in.
"Hello Year 9, I will be your cover teacher today," He beamed at an empty classroom.
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