A/N: To Carissa101, I will write the other prompt you asked for, I promise, but for now, enjoy bunny slippers :)

Chapter 7: Bunny slippers.

Voldemort rushed through the night, a crazed look in his eyes. A crazier look than normal, that is.

There was no way in hell that he would allow this. He'd actually allow Bella with her strangely greasy hands fondle him (no matter how many times she claimed to have accidentally washed her hands with Severus' shampoo, he didn't believe her. Mostly because Severus didn't keep shampoo at Malfoy manor and whether that man even used shampoo was debatable) rather than Potter finding them.

He turned another corner sharply, nearly crashing into a suit of armour strutting about like a bloody peacock, but he shook his head and hurried on. You know, Dark Lords don't run, they never run, they are too good for running: they hasten.

He knew these were safe, just like the diary had been, and he really needed to make Lucius grovel again. Lucius was a good groveller, better than Bellatrix was a cowerer, and he really needed a groveller at that very moment. But alas, he had to save something first.

He turned another corner and ran into a tall man with an afro in a bright red corset, doing unspeakable things with a nimbus 2000. Those unspeakable things were this odd man serenading the broom.

Voldemort's heart almost stopped when the broom giggled. He ran for his life – this was getting out of hand, he really needed to find his room – uh, his chamber of death, destruction and other unworldly and scary things and words.

Potter had gotten the ring, the one that had belonged to his grandfather, Potter had also gotten the locket, the one that had belonged to his noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, but the Dark Lord would be damned if he let the boy lay one finger in his pink, fluffy bunny slippers!


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