Harry
was sitting in his favourite armchair when Voldemort blasted through the door.
"And
it's nice to see you too. Would you mind knocking?" Harry cried.
"Oh
sorry, I should work on my manners." Voldemort replied.
He
walked towards Harry. "Finally, I have you! I can get back my revenge! This is
the moment I have been waiting for, for ages!"
"Oh,
please Voldemort, couldn't you reconsider this arrangement? I mean, this is so
unfair. Anyway, I have an appointment to go to." Harry said.
"Appointment?
What the hell are you talking about? I'm about to kill you and all you can
think about are appointments. You are really strange."
"Well,
appointments are really important. For financial needs."
"Yeah,
I guess. I go to them weekly."
"You
need them that badly?" Harry asked.
"Yep,
sad isn't it?" Voldemort answered.
"I go
to Ms Granger. What about you?"
"Ms
Weasley. They have to be single." Voldemort said.
"Definitely."
"Anyway,
why did I come here?" Voldemort asked, mainly to himself. "Oh yeah, to kill
you. Lumos." Voldemort waited for Harry to burst up in flames. Instead,
his wand made a bright light.
Choking
with laughter, Harry said; "Wrong one."
"Oh
yeah. Ava…" POOF! Voldemort had just done the biggest fart!
"Oh
stink!" Harry cried.
"Yeah,
well you're lucky it wasn't a egg and bacon one." But Voldemort was talking to
air. Harry had run off.
"Hey
you know what Volde… I mean He Who Must Not Be Named just did!"
"Oh
shit!" Shut up Potter! Think of my reputation!"
