Voldemort's Stay At A Loony Bin
AKA Asylum For Befuddled Wizard Folk
Disclaimer: Arr me mateys! The Scottish pirate Billy-Bob is mine! Arr! So is the Asylum For Befuddled Wizard Folk (nice day isn't it?). The head genius J.K. Rowling owns the rest (other than the idea of Voldemort goin' to a loony bin)…
"NAGINI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Voldemort wailed as he pounded on the padded walls. Gilderoy Lockhart was playing with some paper dolls in the corner.
"Nice day isn't it?" he said to the paper dolls. Voldemort just wailed. The security guard came in and said, "Some people here to see you, Mr. Voldemort, sir."
In walked all the Harry Potter characters against Voldemort. They pointed at him and started laughing, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU'RE IN A LOONY BIN!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Voldemort hung his head in shame.
"Nice day isn't it?" Lockhart said cheerfully. All the HP characters against Voldie stared at him. Finally, Ron yelled, "LOCHART'S HERE! EVERYBODY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Everybody stampeded out and Voldemort glared after them.
"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU WHEN I'M OUT OF HERE! I WILL! DON'T YOU SHOW YOUR FACES AROUND HERE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled after them.
"NICE DAY ISN'T IT?" Lockhart yelled.
Voldemort stepped over to a padded wall and started to bang his head on it.
"Help. Me. Please." He said.
Suddenly, an old lady in a green dress and a shabby old wand appeared next to him.
"You called deary?" the lady cackled.
"Who are you?" Voldemort asked in an awestruck voice.
The old lady gave a high-pitched laugh and said, "Why, your fairy Godmother!"
"I have a fairy Godmother?" Voldemort asked questionably.
"Yes deary. Now make a wish, I have an appointment with the tooth fairy in a few minutes!" the lady said impatiently.
Voldemort thought for a second. Then he had it. "Make him say something other than 'Nice day isn't it?'" Voldemort pointed at Lockhart.
"Consider it done." Then the old lady disappeared.
Lockhart looked at Voldemort and said, "You'll never beat them."
"What?" Voldemort gasped.
"You'll never beat them." Lockhart said again. Mr. Moneybags the Monopoly guy burst through the door.
"He's excelling!" Mr. M said delightedly.
Voldemort looked up at the padded ceiling and muttered, "I hate you."
The disembodied voice of the old lady replied, "No problem deary."
A/N: I know this guy that ALWAYS says 'you're excelling!' when you do something good. Tell me if ya want a sequel! (BTW I'm writing the sequel to The Graduation Ball so don't yell at me and I'll get it up soon…I hope…)
toodles,
hermionefan