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Voldemort sat in the dark penthouse and regarded the fern sitting beside him.
They both looked out the glass and their silhouettes filled the space as though they were ten times their actual size.
They had fucked up. Voldemort turned to the fern and huffed. Well you were being a prat.
Maybe that had been a step too far. Fucking thing had been taunting him for days from its perch though. He hadn't intended the mayhem that had ensued. He was only going to talk to it a bit with his claws.
It had fallen with a slow grace that belied its fat pot. The smash had been like a gunshot and Valentine had screamed with fright from the sofa where he'd been napping.
He had leapt up crying for his Taddy and saw Voldemort sitting up on the shelf.
How did you get up there?
He had seemed so impressed that Voldemort felt that it warranted a display of his gracefulness, leaping to the mantle. Stupid bits of glass and china that were in his way were soon dispatched with a sweep of his paw and each bang made the kitten jump, then give a nervous laugh.
He gauged the distance and jumped to the sofa, quite a distance and now he knew Valentine was impressed.
The sofa needed work, so he pushed off the cushions and indulged in a little wrestling with the boy. Quite strong for a kit, gentle but determined.
It was while doing a ninja style leap up the back of the sofa that he miss-stepped and kept going up the wall, the pictures in the way met a sticky end as he slid back down.
Valentine was hysterically laughing at him from the corner of the sofa and he ran at him, scaring him as he squeaked and ran into the bedroom.
Valentine looked around frantically and then leapt into Taddy's big Rabbit Ploppy-flappy eared slipper.
When Voldemort started dragging it he reached out and tried to grab at anything he could to stop the dragging. Soon he found himself in the middle of the lounge as Voldemort prepared to pounce.
Running to the kitchen was a good idea at the time, Voldemort pounding after him like a huge elephant thing from the Telly box.
Voldemort leapt on the counter and looked down at the quivering kitten, blood lusted as he swiped at the ketchup bottle. He watched it topple and looked over the edge, calling Valentine to look up.
Wow, it was louder than the fern.
He looked for more things to throw at the dripping mess on the floor. He looked so funny.
When Voldemort ran for Valentine's bedroom, he realised that it was next in line for a makeover and he howled with despair.
Taddy has spent so much time preparing the room and it was so lovely and cosy.
It was a big boy's room just for him and Voldemort wasn't allowed in there, Taddy had been most emphatic on that point.
Valentine watched with dismay as Voldemort swung from the climbing frame and it collapsed under his bulk.
Like slow motion, it teetered, swayed and then crashed down with a resounding boom. Voldemort lay amongst the wreckage and Valentine was afraid as he crept forward.
When Voldemort leapt up spitting and snarling, Valentine had run with horror for the first dark place he could find.
The door to the linen cupboard place was open and he sliding. Hiding behind Taddy's snow boots.
Voldemort pushed the door open more and looked around for the little snot but could not find him.
Valentine had his eyes screwed shut so they didn't glow and give him away.
When Ianto's voice had sounded through the penthouse, Valentine had wept with relief and then froze as Voldemort huffed next to his face.
It was only when Ianto's cries showed so much fear and pain that Voldemort wondered for the first time that maybe he had gone a tad too far.
He hadn't meant to scare the kit, or Ianto.
He sighed as he looked out over his city of lights and then turned to the fern again, his eyes narrowed as he finally got a handle on the situation.
You! You bastard, you were behind this whole thing.
Why are you sitting there all smug? Look at what you have done!
Voldemort shredded the Maidenhair fern with malicious intent.
That'll learn it!