DISCLAIMER: I Don't own the characters, never did, never will, I'm not
getting money, I only own the plot, or lack of plot, whatever.
A/N: Once again, this was on a spur of the moment, I just felt like typing, hope you like it, if you don't, that's too bad for you. Please R&R. That is all, enjoy. MWAHAHA.
Oh please, this fic isn't a musical.
Voldemort was unhappy. That is not saying much though, because, I'm sure that if you had, once-again, failed to kill a cirtain Boy-who won't-friggin- die-coz-he's-the boy-who-lived-only-to-PISS-ME-OFF. Then you would be in a bad mood too, his death-eaters were also fully aware of this fact, so they were trying to steer-clear of him, not working, not working AT ALL! Simply because Voldie was aware that they were avoiding him and kept finding reasons to call them. He is smarter than he looks, which is better than looking smarter than you are, anyhow.
As I said (wrote?) Voldemort was not a happy chappy, he wanted to murder, torture, go to Disneyland, anything to take his mind off the tediousness (is that even a word?) of not being the supream ruler of the earth.
#*#*#
(SHADOW: Voldie would just.
VOLDEMORT: I would never go to disneyland that is an insult to my beliefs, (spits) and I.
SHADOW: You will be cleaning that up, RIGHT NOW!
VOLDEMORT: yes ma'am.)
#*#*#
Voldemort had a sudden inspiration, what if.
He called the Death-Eaters, all of them and told them his plan.
#*#*#
Lucius Malfoy looked up in horror and cried-out: "but sir, this fic isn't a musical."
Voldemort looked back at him, his head tilted to the side, and smiled, this was fun already.
"Well," he said, "it is now, Malfoy, and for that little outburst, I think that you can go first."
A singing contest, and it was compulsary for all Death-Eaters to enter.
TO BE CONTINUED.
#*#*#
SHADOW: Is it just me? Or does it seem like the Malfoys have something against musicals?
DRACO: It's something against musicals.
SHADOW: Oh.
DRACO: (backs away slightly) Why've you you gone all quiet? You're starting to scare me.
SHADOW: I'm just tired.
DRACO: Oh. OK.
SHADOW: Anyway, the usual chocolate and the survices of Draco if you review. Enjoy!
DRACO: Yes please review, it would be nice to get out of this basement for a while. It's scary in here, everyone's crazy.
A/N: Once again, this was on a spur of the moment, I just felt like typing, hope you like it, if you don't, that's too bad for you. Please R&R. That is all, enjoy. MWAHAHA.
Oh please, this fic isn't a musical.
Voldemort was unhappy. That is not saying much though, because, I'm sure that if you had, once-again, failed to kill a cirtain Boy-who won't-friggin- die-coz-he's-the boy-who-lived-only-to-PISS-ME-OFF. Then you would be in a bad mood too, his death-eaters were also fully aware of this fact, so they were trying to steer-clear of him, not working, not working AT ALL! Simply because Voldie was aware that they were avoiding him and kept finding reasons to call them. He is smarter than he looks, which is better than looking smarter than you are, anyhow.
As I said (wrote?) Voldemort was not a happy chappy, he wanted to murder, torture, go to Disneyland, anything to take his mind off the tediousness (is that even a word?) of not being the supream ruler of the earth.
#*#*#
(SHADOW: Voldie would just.
VOLDEMORT: I would never go to disneyland that is an insult to my beliefs, (spits) and I.
SHADOW: You will be cleaning that up, RIGHT NOW!
VOLDEMORT: yes ma'am.)
#*#*#
Voldemort had a sudden inspiration, what if.
He called the Death-Eaters, all of them and told them his plan.
#*#*#
Lucius Malfoy looked up in horror and cried-out: "but sir, this fic isn't a musical."
Voldemort looked back at him, his head tilted to the side, and smiled, this was fun already.
"Well," he said, "it is now, Malfoy, and for that little outburst, I think that you can go first."
A singing contest, and it was compulsary for all Death-Eaters to enter.
TO BE CONTINUED.
#*#*#
SHADOW: Is it just me? Or does it seem like the Malfoys have something against musicals?
DRACO: It's something against musicals.
SHADOW: Oh.
DRACO: (backs away slightly) Why've you you gone all quiet? You're starting to scare me.
SHADOW: I'm just tired.
DRACO: Oh. OK.
SHADOW: Anyway, the usual chocolate and the survices of Draco if you review. Enjoy!
DRACO: Yes please review, it would be nice to get out of this basement for a while. It's scary in here, everyone's crazy.