Hey u all…..
This story is just something I thought about when I was feeling very down and needed to cheer up…it kinda worked …
Hope u all like it…..
There maybe some flaws in this story, so I am apologizing. This also may not be a super story, well that's cause I am not the SUPER AWESOME JOE ROWLING…..DUH.
Note: everything u recognize belongs to the amazing Joe Rowling….. I only own the plot
Warning: this story is SUPER WEARD.
Lord Voldemort woke up early in the morning hearing the sound of light peaking on the window. He let out a sigh of frustration and covered his ear with a pillow and remembered that he didn't have any ears. He got angrier, pulled the sheets to cover his bald snake like head and tried to sleep cursing his 17 year old self for thinking that this new snake features will actually look cool. Muttering under his breath "idiocy of youth" he tried to sleep but failed miserably as the owl was still tapping on the window glass. He still tried to ignore it but the damn little think just wouldn't stop.
"ALRIGHT I AM UP ALREADY …GEEZ..SUCH AN IRRITATING CREATURE U ARE ."
Voldemort got up slowly form his bed to open the window. He really never got mail so he was genuinely surprised. The last mail he received was his Hogwarts acceptance letter …well last important letter actually. He sometimes got mail from his followers in his early life, specially from Bellatrix ( just thinking of her letters made him shudder with disgust remembering its contents. Really mushy stuff. Hell! The Dark Lord was anything but a mushy romantic.)
He reached the window. "Speaking of my pathetic followers, shouldn't they be receiving these stupid mail owls for me and ensure that I get my 'beauty sleep'?"
He made a mental note to torture them about this issue while opening the window. The bird zoomed in the room and started to peak Voldemort on his bald head. Voldemort was waving his hands frantically to protect his head. He completely FORGOT he was a wizard. He really was not the morning person!
After a good 5 minutes he returned to his senses, grabbed his wand and avada kadaberad the stupid annoying bird.
"That will teach u not to annoy the Dark Lord."
He snatched the envelop the bird was carrying and opened it. He instantly felt something bind on his wrist. He looked down at his wrist and noticed an acid green colored wrist band with the initials R.S.T.S.C.G. on it.
Voldemort was utterly confused. He was so confused that he even forgot to be angry with this offensive spell. He eyed the wrist band a few more seconds, then he took out the letter. It was written in the same acid green color and had an awful strong perfume lingering on the parchment.
Whoever wrote this is a complete whore, he mentally thought and began reading the letter.
Dear highly respected and feared, future master of the world, Dark Lord Voldemort,
It is my greatest pleasure to inform you that you have been invited on the new Rita Skeeter talk show as one of the celebrity guests. You will be joined with few of the prominent wizards and witches of our world and from the dead.
I am also very sorry to inform you that you will have no other choice but to attend the show. The wrist band will insure it. I have put a special form of the unforgivable vow on the band and letter so that the wearer is bound to comply with the conditions of the letter.
Also note that you will not be able to kill, curse, hex or use the other 2 unforgivables on anyone o the show. But you will be able to use magic.
Do not worry. I think you will find the event very amusing. Please be ready by 7 in the evening today. The wrist band will also work as a portkey to the set. See you this evening.
Toodls.
From
The most lovely, charming and charismatic
Rita Skeeter.
P.S. if you kill the bird you will have to pay a fine.
The letter ended there. Even after finishing the letter he stared at it for a few more minutes. Then he eyed the wrist band suspiciously. He took his wand and examined the band. Indeed there was the familiar aura of the unbreakable vow on it.
Once his mind registered everything, he became angry. He destroyed his room with curses and jinxes, thinking some whore or hag could fool him so easily. After a good ten minutes of cursing, jinxing and destroying he became calm.
"Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. That hag did say there will be other intellectual and prominent wizard and witches both alive and dead. Yes , come to think of it , I need a break from these evil work, its very tiring and an evening away from these dunderheads known as my followers. An evening of intellectual talk with intellectual beings is just what I need.
But for now, let's just make this an excuse to torture those morons downstairs."
With a jolly mind, he exited his room for a morning Cruciatus curse practice.
Little did he know that the evening will be more eventful then he was expecting it to be.
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Across the country, a handful of witches and wizards, including two witches disguised as muggles and living in the muggle world also received identical letters like Voldemort and had acid green wrist bands with the same initials magically bound on their wrist that morning.
What will happen on this Rita Skeeter talk show? Who r the other witches and wizards both dead and alive? And who are these two muggle world dwelling witches? and what will the charismatic Rita Skeeter unveil about them?
Curious to know the answers? Then check out the next chpter.
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