Salazar, Voldemort
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 158

Notes:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Two Week Drabble Wars -1. "There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams." - The Conjuring

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used – 262. Egg

The Restricted Section Challenge: Write a story but no words can start with the letter 'P'.


Voldemort grinned manically. He had traveled back in time, and he would soon meet the man he aspired to impress.

He matched up to the castle, relishing how easy it was to walk right in as there were no wards defending Hogwarts during this era. He quickly made his way to the Great Hall and saw Salazar eating an egg by himself.

He raised his eyebrows and approached Salazar from behind. He was close enough to hear Salazar mumble, "There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams. I wonder what it means."

Voldemort couldn't help the joke. "It means you have mommy issues."

Salazar turned with an unimpressed arch of an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

Voldemort invited himself to Salazar's table, "No, but I can help you. And my help involves making sure the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets scheme doesn't fail this time."

Salazar shoved his dish away. "I'm listening."