A/N: It seems we have reached the end, my readers. I hope you enjoy the final chapter of this fic. Please watch for the sequal!

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Chapter 10

Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, Voldie, or society's personal favorite, Ickle Voldiekins sat at his cubicle, filling out TPS reports, without his magic to help him along.

Now that, my friend, was a challenge.

Voldemort was a bit ADD, and all those crazy numbers on the TPS reports were getting him quite distraught. But it was his last day in that office, for it had been 1095 days since he'd last seen Harry Potter, three years ago. He'd been banished into the muggle world once more, stripped of his powers for all eternity, and sent to work! IN A CUBLICLE!

Oh, how he hated the cubicle. The Dark Lord was more of a circle fan himself. What Lord Vader would think, if he saw me like this…

Tom hung his head in shame.

Ever since he'd started working at the office, his coworkers always gave him funny looks. Whether it was Voldemort's red eyes, slit nose, or interesting cubicle decorations (complete with a plastic Hasbro sith saber! Batteries not included), Voldermort did not know. But they continued and continued to give him odd looks, disturbing him greatly.

What he would give to have his wand back! Too be magical once more! Oh, they'd all be dead, and he's be content once more. But no, Harry Potter had to go and ruin it!

But no matter, no matter. He was going to be in Siberia this time tomorrow. He'd heard on some muggle contraption called the Enter-Net, or something like that, that the weather was nice this time of year! Blizzards with 150 mile an hour winds instead of 175!

OH JOY!

Voldemort finished his day at the office, skipping around merrily, humming the Imperial March under his breath, sporting a golden ring on a chain around his neck, which he was absolutely convinced was the ring, from the Lord of the Rings. But in actuality, he'd stolen it off an old man, before throwing him into a fountain in the park.

Lord Vader would be proud.

Voldemort pet his ring with a smile on his face, muttering sweet nothings into thin air. "Oh, my precious…"

But oh no! He was not insane.

Never, ever would Voldemort ever be called crazy.

Even if it was in graffiti on his tour.

Damn those coworkers.

The next morning, Voldemort was sitting in his flat, complete with black walls and glow in the dark stars, and suddenly, he disappeared!

He apparated without doing it himself.

POP!

There was snow all around him! He must be in Siberia!

"Hey Voldie," Harry Potter said with a grin on his face. "How's it hangin'?"

"I'm quite alright, thanks. I would enjoy killing you in your sleep, though."

Harry simply stared. "Right. So…here's your shovel!"

The Dark Lord took it and examined it.

"Get shoveling!" Potter exclaimed.

"What do I do with the shoveled snow?" Tom questioned.

"Just put it over there," Harry nodded towards a spot about 15 feet away. "And then you can shovel that pile."

"RIGHTO, MATE!"

"I'll see you next time in Siberia, Tom," Harry said with a superior chuckle.

"Soon, then?" Voldemort said with bright eyes (which was oddly disturbing, seeing as they're red), enjoying the company.

"Uh," Harry began, "Yeah, yeah, uhm…soon." Harry barely managed to contained his laughter before he disapparated.

And there the Dark Lord remained, shoveling snow, and reshoveling the snow he'd already shoveled, back and forth. For a very, very long time.

The End.

Look forward to the sequel! The Random, Crazy, Insane Tales of the Dark Lord Strike Back!