28. Call him Voldy or Voldessa
"What's up Voldy-poo," James asked walking by.
"Oh nothing much, just planning death," Voldemort replied not looking up from his paper and James walked out of the room.
"Looking good, Voldessa," Sirius said winking at Voldemort then walking out of the room.
"Thanks," Voldemort said still looking at his paper.
"How's it going Voldy," Remus said walking out of the room.
"Good, thank you for asking," Voldemort said still looking at his paper.
A moment past...
"Wait a second! Get back in here you twerps," Voldemort yelled.
The boys ran back in and James said, "What?"
"What is my name," Voldemort asked.
"Voldy-poo?"
"Wrong!"
"Voldessa?"
"Incorrect, again!"
"Voldy?"
"No! My name is..." Voldemort started.
"Oh, I know Hippo!" Sirius said grinning in triumph.
To this Voldemort just sighed and snarled, "No, my name is Voldemort, but to you it should be master."
"Master of what?" Remus asked.
"Master of gayness," James muttered under his breath.
"GAH! No, master of evil and darkness." Voldemort screamed.
"Right you are Hippo, you are the master of weevils and marksmen," Sirius said.
"Master of evil and darkness," Voldemort growled out.
"Okay, whatever you say, Voldessa," James said patting him on the back, leaving the room.
"Bye, Voldy-poo," Remus said dodging the flying pencils.
"Bye, Hippo," Sirius said avoiding the chair that was thrown his way, "Oh and by the way you really need to work on your aim; toddlers have better aim than you." And with that the two boys ran from the room.
"GRR!" Voldemort screamed while ripping his plans apart, "Oh shit."
AN: Please review! I am not getting any and that worries me. Thanks!
