A/N: Dunt flam! Im nut macung u red dis so if u dunt lick it stup reeding! Im riting it cuz I wund 2, nut 4 u ppl! Also im putring da story thru a slell-cheker so fid ere r any miskats wit splling its nut ma fult!
I wiz gong bake 2 ad skull went I herd a crushing Behind me. I turned along 2 c wet it wiz. I GASPED IT WUS DA DARK LORD VOLDEmort (C I cun slell his nam). He hat gothic red eyes an no nose den wiz wiring a lung ball rob.
"EBONNY!" He shooted. "IF THOU ART TROLLY A GORHICK PPL U SHALT JOIN ME CUZ MY DETH ETERS ART DA MOSST GOTHIN PPL IN DA STROY!"
"Ur not GOTHICKE urn just a poser! CURIO!" I shooted back casing ad curse data macks pppl hurt luts un him. He felled offer and screamed.
"THOU ART DA POSER ENJOBY!" he scrammed. "ONLI GOTTICK PPL JOIN ME AN IF U DONNED DAT MENS U ARTETH A PREP OR A POSRARE!"
'Hoo sais?" i axed. "I dun Anna join dab deaf eat red dye dried 2 Mack me cool DRACO!"
"DEN U SHALT BE A POSER 4EVER!" Scrammed volDWEMORT AND HE FHLE OFF ON DIS BROoomstick.
I gasped!
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A/N: C I no dat Vlidimrot wuzznt a prep. IM OOSING UR CRITIKISM FROM MI IMMROTAL C? RandRNO FLAMS!