Voldemort sat on a deck chair, relaxed after fourteen months in hospital and rehabilitation. He leisurely rubbed sunscreen onto his already white back while lying next to an outdoor pool.

Across from him, on the other side of the waters edge, sat Harry Potter, still clutching his finger. Lowering his visors, Tom saw him instantly, even if he'd been lying in that position for a day now. Raising a can of soda-water to his wire-thin lips, Tom sculled half of it. He felt really cool sitting this close to his mortal enemy and about to kill him at any moment.

As he drank to the very bottom, something solid got caught in his throat. It was then that he realised that he had swallowed a bee. Screaming with pain and fright, he began to hyperventilate, causing the bee's stinger go into his throat as well. He screamed even louder. This was the worst holiday ever.

Harry got up, along with many other people, to see what all the fuss was about. Seeing Voldemort running around, clutching his throat and yelling for aid, Harry burst out laughing. On the verge of a nervous break-down, Tom rushed to the waters edge and began to swallow large amounts of pool water…

2 weeks later…

Voldemort lay in a hospital wing, his throat heavily bandaged and all of his head. A doctor stood at the door next to a nurse

'Isn't this the patient we had a while ago?'

'Yeah, first it was third-degree burns and now he has gone and swallowed a bee. I think his friends have gone and signed some sort of document stating an official disowner ship of the man'

'No doubt'

From that fateful day forward, Voldemort never drank soda water again. Although Coke was ok.

Meanwhile… Voldemortand his followers sat at a big round table.

'This is just like the Knights of the Round Table, he he, and I feel cool!' yelled Wormtail rising from his chair amid the awkward silence.

'Avarda Kedavra!' screamed Voldemort, unable to suppress his nervousness. Wormtail slid to the floor, motionless.

'Does anyone else feel like a little outburst?'

'I do' Lucius Malfoy said quietly.

'Ye fat!' said Narcissa

'I am not; I just have pancake issues'

'Yeah, what's wrong with pancakes Narcissa?' asked Greyback

'I never said there was anything wrong with pancakes!'

'But it was implied' said Draco, 'and if anyone really cares about me, they'd know I love vampires'

Wormtail jumped from beneath the table and cried 'I love flowers!'

'Die you! Avada Kedavra!' screamed Voldemort, hitting the rat-man it the stomach for the second time.

'But I can't afford my own loan' said Lucius

'Cheese is good too' said Wormtail, reappearing for the third time

'AVADA KEDAVRA!!' roared Voldemort killing the round man with more words than sorcery.

'I WANT TO KILL HARRY!' moaned the Dark Lord 'does anyone have any ideas?'

'I do' said Wormtail appearing behind the study door.

'Would you go away please? Just for five minutes!'

'That's all you had to say' and Wormtail left, 'I think I might get some cheese, or a flower, I like flowers!'