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Hey I love reviews. Yay. So sleepy. Hey, it's officially Harry's Birthday today. Haha. And JKR's too.

Ch4 Unexpected hero.

Ron landed hard on his feets tripped over a biscuit and fell over. Hermione tutted, swept her pink bouncy dress and stepped over to help Ron up but she tripped over a leave and fell.

'Where are we?' Ron mumbled picking himself up, shoving the biscuit into his mouth.

'I dunno, there's a house over there.' Hermione whispered to herself pointing at a house.

'Hey. There's a house over there.' said Ron said softly pointing at the house to his left. Suddenly a scream cut throught the air causing both the shudder like torn toilet paper.

Back in Privet Drive, Mr Dursley and Mrs Dursley were mourning over their son's death, or they thought they were. Mrs Dursley was dressed up as a green pixie and crying her nose out. Mr Dursley was now break dancing sadly on his tummy.

'Oh little dudders? My pinky pumpkin poosey poo, where are you, why did you leave your daddy behind. Oh we don't want to live anymore.' cried Mr Dursley as he raised his hand up do belly dance.

'Heehor heehor...' Mrs Dursley snorted and Mr Dursley tried to drown her with a water pistol.

Back to the Riddle House. Hermione and Ron finally made it to the door without getting caught and slaughtered by Fudge.

'How do we get in?' Ron mumbled to himself, 'We can't blow the house down.' He looked at Hermione who was smiling arrogantly.

'I've got it.' she shouted as her hand shot into the air. 'But it's a secret, I'm not gonna tell you.' she added.

'Oh.' Ron whispered.

'Shhh... not so loud, ok. Here's the plan...'

Inside the house of the riddle, you know who was sitting at the rock glaring at the bloody boy who lived. He was waiting for a reaction from the boy. He took pleasure in seeing the boy shuddering and shaking like a muggle camera when he's afraid. But the boy didn't move and he who must not be named wan't going to give in. He was sweating profusely. The boy laid on the floor, his eyes were closed and he was currently in dreamland.

Suddenly, the boy stirred and his eyes flickered open. Voldemort sat up and smiled to himself looking very satisfied with himself.

'YOU!' He bellowed, waking all the other occupants in the room in the process, he stroded towards Harry. He was going to hurt the broken arms boy bad and he knew it. He slipped his hand into his pocket to pull his wand out.

Everyone in the room was watching him. Malfoy senior watched with a hungry expression on his face, Malfoy junior had stopped trying to fix his hair. Even the two unloyal brainless things were staring at him. Why are everyone staring at him like that? Don't they know better than to stare at their master? Stupid unfaithful dogs. He could feel his face turning red. His wand kept slipping from his sweaty and shaky hand and was stuck in a tangled mass in his pocket.

After a minute of struggling and trying to keep that evil look on his face, Tom Riddle managed to pull his wand out. He squatted beside Precious Pathetic Patronus Potter and started stabbing him repeatly all over.

Harry laid there and watched Riddle poking something, but could hardly register that the something was him. His mind was foggy due to the lack of presents and cards on his Birthday.

Fat whale tried to crawl foward and jump onto the eerie guy in that halloween suit. He wanted to attacked the wierd guy, he really wanted to punch the day dreams out of him for looking so freaky just like his freakish cousin. After all, he's bigger than that wierdo.

He jumped but realized that he was the fat whale and can never jump further than a fifth of a feet but it was too late, he landed on a piece of rag on the floor. A painful yell from the rag made the baby whale scream in fright. At the same time, he rolled over and a snap could be heard as he who must not be named's wand broke into 2 and a half pieces.

'My wand! WAND come on wand!' whined Voldy as he looked tearfully at his broken wand. His wand. It has been with him for 6 minutes now. Or was it 60 years? His faithful wand. He stared at it longingly, more tears forming in his eyes.

'Master?' The unloyal murderin' traitor squeaked.

'What?' The evil snake ugly thing snapped. But before the rat could answer, loud scrapings could be heard from the chimney.

'Who's there?' Asked the smirk face senior carefully aiming his wand at it.

The dark lord stared at the empty fireplace for a moment then he surveyed his lousy death eaters. Stupid followers, they have too many sons that keep getting stuck up there, Before he could think anymore, a loud voice could be heard from the chimney.

Sigh, should I continue writing? It's getting stupid and I'm getting stupid too. Can't think too sleepy. It's rather short I know but it's almost 4am. Don't make much sense anymore, not that it did in the first place.

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