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Summary: I can't believe it has come down to this. Have I actually sunken this low? I, the supreme, evil, vile, cruel, Dark Lord Voldemort…like chick flicks?

A CHICK FLICK?

It started about 2 weeks ago. I was in quite a good mood. Myself and loyal Death Eater cronies, were plotting to kill my favorite target; Harry Potter. It was going very well, this plotting session. Malfoy Sr. suggested putting a giant computer generated image of Potter and his son Draco doing unmentionable things. If Potter has a week stomach, then this may very well work. Then Barty Crouch Jr., mind you, he was only in this for the free tattoo, stepped up to give a hopefully helpful suggestion.

"Make Potter watch a chick flick."

"Crouch, what the hell is a chick flick?" I was just about to perform the cruciatus curse on him for suggesting such a ridiculous idea.

"Please, My Lord, let me do the honor of showing you!"

So we arrived in my personal home theatre, and made popcorn and all that jazz.

"Show me, Crouch. Show me what will bring Potter down!" I cackled evilly.

"That was deep…real deep." I whispered in a hoarse voice as Noah and Allie died.

Crouch could be heard cackling in the back.

"What in Merlin's beard is the name of this…this-"

"Sappy, romantic, chick flick, love story?" Crouch answered for me.

"Yes…"

"The Notebook."

"The Notebook, eh?"

"Based on a true story, My Lord."

"Oh, how tragic."

"Unless I'm mistaken, My Lord…but are you feeling sorry for them?"

"NO! Of course not! You imbecile! How could that stupid idiotic thought even cross your puny mind?" I was outraged by his comment. I am Lord Voldemort! I have no feelings! Or do I…?"

"I'm sorry, Master. It was very immature of me to suggest something ridiculous like that."

"That's the smartest thing you've said all day."

"So, will this be the plan we use to bring down Potter?" Crouch questioned.

"I think it may be so…" I said ginning inwardly. "Do we have more of these chick flicks."

"Of course. We have Titanic, which is a favorite by far. Tristan + Isolde, Pearl Harbor, although Potter may be caught up in the rather violent explosions. Elizabethtown, There's Something About Mary, How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, Moulin Rouge, Romeo + Juliet, When Harry Met Sally. Oh the list goes on and on."

"Yes! Finally!" I shouted with glee. "It's time to bring Potter down."

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Snap. I'm In to Deep.

I committed the ultimate crime. I watched the ultimate chick flick. I was so ashamed, that I nearly jumped out the window. But I chickened out at the last minute, for I have a secret fear of heights. But shhh! No one's supposed to know! But anyways, I was in my chair, and a random Dark Lord wanna be, started giving me all this crap about all this crap! So then, I was like: "Avada Kedvra!" And he was like: Dead.

So I got fed up and went into the theatre to try and think of more ways to use my chick flick strategy to bring Potter down. Then suddenly…I hear this song. It had this enchanting melody very similar to a veela's voice. It went: "Near…far…wherever you are..."

I turned my mutated head towards the screen.

"Jack, I'm flying, Jack!"

That idiot of a girl, no you're not. It's impossible for a stupid muggle like you to be able to! I was about to get up and leave, but a creepy voice in my head told me to stay and watch or I'd die in seven days.

"You jump, I jump. Remember?"

I sniffed. WAIT! Hold up! Voldemort does NOT sniff. I tried to convince myself that I was coming down with a cold.

"Master…you cannot get colds." Wormtail stuttered.

"LEAVE YOU MUMBLING FOOL!"

"Eek!" He squeaked and scampered away.

"Never let go, Rose. Promise me?"

"I love you, Jack."

This was too much.

"I'll never let go, Jack."

I felt something hot run down my scarred cheek. I touched them in horror. They were…tears. I fell over the couch in shock. And stayed there limp, and unable to move for hours.

"My Lord, are you okay?" Lucius Malfoy asked, his voice uncertain.

"Fine." I choked out, still in deep shock. After Lucius left the room, realization dawned upon me…SNAP! I was in to deep.

A/N: Sorry this is so short! More coming Soon! If you review, this time I have Carmel frappachinos from Starbucks for you all! Mhmm. Yum!