A/N: Kay this is written by a reviewer, not me and not Sabs. I did change it a little bit, but it's mostly still hers.

Written by: Stephy, a.k.a. femaleprongslet

Of Bad Plots and Pink Ribbons

Voldemort and his minions were in the plotting room. Plotting. In a room.

"How about we set a trap at the DoM again!" exclaimed the Dark Lord.

"It's your funeral.", murmured Moosk.

"Malfoy! Are you trying to kill me? That was a horrible idea. The DoM. Ha!", he blamed the patriarch.

"I'm sorry, My Lord! It won't happen again!"

"Good. How about we turn the snitch into a portkey?" the evil-ish lord suggested.

"Amateur. That annoying Potter boy will just 'accio' it back to him," the peeved villian heard from JD mutter under her breath.

"Snape! I know how bad Malfoy's ideas are, but I expected better from you! Crucio!"

Voldie was just starting to have fun when the new recruit Stephy walked in. His wand flew from his hand, only to land in the young girls.

"Mouldyshorts! That's a time out for you! You need to play nice or the wizarding world will never like you!" she exclaimed. "Hmm...let's see...Intro to Child Care teacher said one minute for every year of age, so that's about... four hours?", she guessed.

"I'm only 72!" Protested the 'Moldyshorts'.

"Sure ya are," said Moosk, gum smacking loudly.

Either way, Tommy-kins ended up at the time-out.

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Voldie had fallen asleep on the tiny bench that the (now) Three Musketeers had set up. There was a big sign on the tiny bench that served as the time-out chair that read 'TIMEOUT' in big red letters. It was a tiny bench! Really! It was for, like, 2 year olds!

Stephy, JD, and Moosk sat across the now empty plotting room. They decided that Voldie was in serious need of updated hair. They went and got some accessories, hair dye, and scissors...

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Voldemort let out a big YAWN and stretched.

He stood up. His time-out had ended, he had taken a rather long nap, and his head felt lighter. He felt good and, after giving his armpit a good sniff, decided that he was a bit rank, so he went to take a shower.

When he got into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, he screamed. He had purple hair, cut to shoulder length and pigtail braids with pink ribbons. He was also sporting a new makeover. For good measure, he screamed again. Bella ran into the room, and she liked what she saw.

"Wow... love the makeover, Master," she purred, then walked out of the bathroom.

Harry was laughing his butt off at the pictures he received that Christmas. He had also been kinda freaked out at the pictures where the 3 girls positioned his body in after he had been slipped a sleeping potion.

A/N: You guys, updates probably won't be as frequent because, as some may know, I have a few stories that I'm writing right now, plus my job sucks up alot of my time. I will try to write more chapters, but it's not easy being this brilliant ;)