Voldemouse
Asteria
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, unfortunately never will be. The mousie thing belongs to my friend Julietta.
Sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle woke up with the feeling that something was wrong, but not sure what. He stretched and got out of bed. The dormitory was empty except for him. ::Did I oversleep?:: He wondered. ::Oh, crap, Dumbledore'll kill me if I'm late to Transfiguration.:: Then he remembered it was Saturday. He dressed and went into the bathroom to wash up. He looked in the mirror and froze as though he had been Petrified by his own Basilisk (the one in the girl's bathroom). His face was not his face. Instead, it was a mouse-face, complete with gray ears poking from under his black hair. He screamed.
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Ginny Weasley woke up with a start. Dreaming about Tom was normal, he talked to her and he was cute, but Mousie-Tom. She giggled quietly, trying not to wake up the whole Tower. Then she lit her wand and opened her diary.
"Dear Tom, I just had the strangest dream…"
Wow, I wrote a humor fic. Give me praise or suffer the mousie-wrath.