Chapter 37
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"Huh?" Voldermort looked up, from discussing a plan with his servant.
"HAHA! YOU LOOK LIKE A LIME TINY TOT!" giggled Victoria, catching sight of the evil wizard's pale green face.
*well, it was kinda green in the movie, so yeah. Was he MEANT to sound like a granny, though?*
"I thought you said this room was abandoned," Voldermort turned to glare at the quivering Pettigrew.
"It was, Master," whimpered Peter.
"MASTER?" Victoria's eyes widened, and she staggered forward. "Cool."
"WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" bellowed Voldermort. "Seize her!"
Peter's silver hand shot forward, and clamped around Victoria's arm.
"Ow!" she yelped. "Leggo of me! You smelly Tiny Tot!"
"Tiny Tot?" Voldermort looked extremely confused. "What's a Tiny Tot?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A TINY TOT IS!" screamed Victoria, then burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "THAT'S FUNNY! OR AS CHRISTINA WOULD SAY....THAT'S SO STOOPID!"
"Oh grief," Voldermort rolled his eyes. "Shut her up."
"Yes, Master. At once, Master," Peter bowed, and hurried to do his master's bidding.
Bound and gagged, Victoria squirmed around on the floor, the last effects of the Tiny Tots leaving her.
"Mmmf mff mm mm mmm!" she shrieked at him.
"What did she say?" asked Voldermort.
"I think it sounded like....Dyed trends are a hairdo," replied Peter.
"Oh." Voldermort nodded, and absently ran his hand through his hair.
"Mm mm mmm hm hmm mmm hmm hmmm!" vowed Victoria, as she continued to thrash around on the carpeted floor.
"You won't get a laser hiss," translated Peter.
"That's nice. Now, we must leave, before the rest of those hooligans come looking for her," muttered Voldermort.
"At once, Master," said Pettigrew, rushing to open a window.
Instantly, a dark figure zoomed into the room, giggling madly.
"Oh, fuck!" shouted Michelle, as she ricocheted off the walls. The front of Harry's Firebolt was snapped, and hanging limply, disconnected from the rest of the broom. Obviously, Michelle's night-vision was failing her.
"Huh?" Voldermort looked up, just as the girl flew past him, drunk with euphoria.
"HAHAHA! THIS IS SO FUN!" giggled Michelle.
Suddenly, Voldermort realised who the euphoric, sugar-high child was.
"Grand daughter!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out towards his long-lost relative.
"AW, SHUDDUP, YOU STINKIN IDIOT!" shrieked Michelle, ramming into him.
Voldermort was knocked off his feet, from the impact.
"My, she certainly HAS changed," he gasped, as he rubbed his sore side.
"HIYA, VICKY!" yelled Michelle, waving energetically to her friend, who lay, trussed up, on the ground.
"MMF!" screamed Victoria, her limbs flailing wildly, and looking very much like a fish out of water.
"MISTRESS!" gasped Pettigrew, holding his hands up to his face. "O great Mistress, whom we have been waiting for, through the ages!"
"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT, IF MY WATCH STOPPED WORKING!" snapped Michelle, slowing down, and getting off the broom.
Pettigrew blinked.
"Laugh," instructed Voldermort. "That is what you do, when my grand daughter makes a joke."
"It wasn't a joke, though," protested Michelle.
Pettigrew laughed.
"Do not mock my granddaughter!" barked Voldermort, viciously.
"Are you making fun of me?" growled Michelle, balling her hands into fists. Pettigrew did not know what to say.
"N....no, Mistress," he whimpered.
"Then you're calling me a liar," concluded Michelle.
"MM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" exclaimed Victoria, thrashing harder.
"Okay," shrugged Michelle, bending down to untie the younger girl.
"Stop!" cried Voldermort, still lying against the wall. "Don't you see? She is the greatest enemy of us all! Why are you helping her?"
Michelle stopped, and looked at Voldermort. "What?" she said.
"Mmf!" Victoria gave one last kick, and leapt up, the ropes falling away from her. "Thanks, Michelle!" she said. "Now let's get outta here!"
"Petrificus totalus!" bellowed Voldermort.
Victoria suddenly found that she was in a full body-bind.
"Oh grea'," she groaned, unable to move. Even her tongue was stuck, for goodness sake!
"Heehee! That's so cool!" squealed Michelle, who had had WAY more Tiny Tots than any of her other friends.
"Hel' e!" screamed Victoria.
"What was that?" asked Michelle.
"I'ng hkuck!" screeched Victoria.
Michelle felt a sudden urge to protect her friend from the hideous old man in front of her.
"LET HER GO!" she shrieked at Voldermort.
"Crucio!" cackled Voldermort, pointing his wand at Victoria.
Michelle leapt up, as she prepared to scream at Voldermort, but the toe of her shoe got caught in the floorboards, and she tripped over in the path of....
"OW!" Michelle screamed, as the curse hit her. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN?!"
At that second, Neville leapt into the room.
"STOP!" he ordered. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"WHAT?!" Michelle stared at him. "EW! GROSS! THAT'S SO SICK! YUCK! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" Then, under her breath, she added, "And Enrique Iglesias is WAY cuter than you."
"Oh. It's a Gryffindor," said Voldermort, flicking his wand at Neville.
"YEOWCH!" the boy leaped up about five feet into the air. Then he burst into tears, his face going red. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT HURTS! BOOHOOHOO! I WANT MY MUMMY!"
"'Agh yo goyheng?" asked Victoria.
"NO IT'S NOT!" shrieked Michelle. "YOU'RE ALL GROSS!"
"What's going on?" Sarah peered into the room. Then, upon seeing the complete chaos in the room, she screamed.
"Huh? What's happening?" Susie gaped at the scene. "I'll get help," she gulped, and disappeared.
"Oh my gosh! Is that...." Sarah stopped, unable to believe what was happening.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!" Neville was still wailing away, Victoria did her best to free herself from the enchantment that was set upon her, and Michelle was still grossed out from Neville's earlier statement.
"Honestly! You're like the rats in the Pied Piper!" snorted Voldermort. Then he turned to Michelle, beaming. "How about you come, give your granddad a big hug, hey, sweetie?"
"Eugh. No way," said Michelle. "Who the hell are you?"
Voldermort looked hurt. "Why, I'm your granddad, Voldermort. You may know me as 'Grandpa Tom'."
"HUH?"
The evil wizard handed his wand to Pettigrew, and got up.
"Remember?" he said. "I used to sing you songs all the time. Hmm....oh yes. There was....
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ and an electric chair ~
~ There's muggles with AIDS ~
~ and hand grenades ~
~ open wide ~
~ commit suicide ~
~ it's gay school ~"
By the end of the song, Michelle was singing along, delight written across her face.
"I REMEMBER!" she exclaimed, happily.
"That's lovely." Smiling, Voldermort patted the top of her head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Victoria.
"Hello, hello and how are you?" sang Rachel, skipping into the room. Catching sight of the smile on Michelle's face, she froze.
"Hi, Rachel!" grinned Michelle, waving at her friend. "Here. I'd like to introduce you to my Grandpa Tom!"
"THAT'S VOLDERMORT!" gasped Stephanie.
"Uh huh. But you can also call him Grandpa Tom," beamed Michelle. Then, she turned to Voldermort. "Right, Grandpa?"
"Are they your friends?" asked Voldermort, looking quite uncomfortable.
"Yeah!" Michelle looked around at the throng of startled girls. "What's wrong?"
"NEVILLE!" cried Hermione, bursting in on the scene.
"Oh great," muttered Rachel. "OH, NEVILLE! MY LOVE! MY DARLING! MY ONE TRUE LOVE! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
Neville blushed, and sniffed loudly. "That's wonderful, but I'm afraid that my heart's promised to...." he stopped, and gave the psychomaniac in front, a loving look. "Michelle," he breathed.
"Grief. Don't flatter yourself, boy," said Rachel. "I was being sarcastic. I mean, who would actually like YOU?"
Neville burst into noisy sobs.
"What's wrong with Neville?" asked Hermione, glaring at Rachel. "He's a perfectly....charming individual."
"Uh huh. In his own rights, he is. But does he HAVE any rights?" drawled Rachel.
Even though she was Neville's friend, Hermione had to agree- that girl DID have a point.
"Yeah, well.... You're not that pretty, either," she said, nervously.
Rachel did NOT look happy. In fact, she looked quite the opposite.
"Gimme that wand," she growled at Pettigrew.
The man whimpered.
"GIMME THE DAMN WAND!" yelled Rachel.
But before she could touch the wand, whom else should arrive, but the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?
At the sight of Voldermort, Harry's eyes filled with tears, and he charged forward, scattering females in his headlong dash at Voldermort.
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!" he sobbed, grabbing the old man by the throat. "YOU BLOODY BASTARD! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"
Voldermort made a croaking noise.
"Let go of him!" commanded Michelle. "He's my Grandpa Tom."
"NO HE'S NOT! HE'S A MURDERER! A FILTHY MURDERER!" snapped Harry, shaking Voldermort wildly. "AND HE KILLED MY PARENTS!"
"Yeah! You tell him, Harry!" cheered Christina.
Meanwhile, in the background, Ron was grappling with Pettigrew.
"You filthy scum," he said. "I let you sleep in my BED. How DARE you deceive me like that! How DARE you!"
Tears were streaming down the servant's face.
"I'm so sorry," he sniffled. "I didn't mean to trick you. I was very fond of you, too. Honest!"
Victoria, who had gotten free from the bodybind, once the servant let go of the wand, was sitting on the ground, trembling. There was nowhere she could run.
"GET UP, VICTORIA!" shouted Stephanie.
What happened next took place very fast.
First, Voldermort whipped a wand out of his robes, and performed 'Crucio' on Harry, Victoria leapt back into the crowd of friends, Pettigrew fainted, and a huge snake appeared out of the ceiling.
"AH!" said Harry, in pain, as he was struck by the spell.
"AH!" said Victoria, in relief, as she found herself in friendly area again.
"AH!" said Ron, in alarm, as Pettigrew fainted on top of him.
"AH!" said everyone else, catching sight of the snake. That was....everyone except for Rachel. She was too brave.
No, actually, she didn't see the snake. She was facing the other way. But she must have been brave to not run away from something that she could not see, nor could she feel.
"KILL THEM," ordered Voldermort, in parseltongue.
"Yessssss masssssssssster. At onccccccccccccccccccccce," said the Basilisk, turning on the first person it could find.
"LET GO OF ME!" screamed Angeline. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH A SCHOOL LEADER!"
Normally, it would not have taken any notice of its dinner. However, this tone was so commanding, and so....eugh. MATURE, that the snake let go, immediately.
"NONONONONONONONO," said Leanne, holding her hands up, in defence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---"
"Shut up, Christina."
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Christina, as she was lifted into the air, by the Basilisk. Her screaming filled its ears, and it was so awful, resembling....a rooster's cry.
BOONG.
The Basilisk dropped on the floor. Dead.
Quickly, Christina crawled out of the snake's mouth, and confronted Voldermort.
"STOP IT, YOU BIG MEANIE!" she yelled (a referral to what Voldermort was doing to Harry). "YOU'RE SUCH A BULLY! AND YOU'RE BIG AND FAT AND UGALY! DON'T HURT HARRY!"
"What did you just call my Grandpa Tom?" asked Michelle, cracking her knuckles loudly.
"I SAID THAT HE WAS BIG AND FAT AND UGLY AND MEAN!" repeated Christina, her eyes filling with tears. "LET HIM GO!"
Harry was near dead, his limbs trembling with exhaustion, as wave after wave after wave, of pain struck his frail frame. His eyes were dull, and his mouth was slack.
"BOOHOO! LET HIM GO! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" sobbed Christina. "I'LL GIVE YOU NAIL POLISH, MY 'GIRLFRIEND' MAGAZINES, BOOMER, A WHOLE NEW GIRL'S MAKEOVER....hey, they're really cool, you know. Because they tease your hair, before they put sparkly glitter all over your face, and then they put the makeup on, and---"
Bang. Voldermort's head flopped down, limply.
He had been bored to death.
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Wooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww that was a long chapter. Ya like? Don't worry. It's nearing the end.
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"Huh?" Voldermort looked up, from discussing a plan with his servant.
"HAHA! YOU LOOK LIKE A LIME TINY TOT!" giggled Victoria, catching sight of the evil wizard's pale green face.
*well, it was kinda green in the movie, so yeah. Was he MEANT to sound like a granny, though?*
"I thought you said this room was abandoned," Voldermort turned to glare at the quivering Pettigrew.
"It was, Master," whimpered Peter.
"MASTER?" Victoria's eyes widened, and she staggered forward. "Cool."
"WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" bellowed Voldermort. "Seize her!"
Peter's silver hand shot forward, and clamped around Victoria's arm.
"Ow!" she yelped. "Leggo of me! You smelly Tiny Tot!"
"Tiny Tot?" Voldermort looked extremely confused. "What's a Tiny Tot?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A TINY TOT IS!" screamed Victoria, then burst into laughter, as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "THAT'S FUNNY! OR AS CHRISTINA WOULD SAY....THAT'S SO STOOPID!"
"Oh grief," Voldermort rolled his eyes. "Shut her up."
"Yes, Master. At once, Master," Peter bowed, and hurried to do his master's bidding.
Bound and gagged, Victoria squirmed around on the floor, the last effects of the Tiny Tots leaving her.
"Mmmf mff mm mm mmm!" she shrieked at him.
"What did she say?" asked Voldermort.
"I think it sounded like....Dyed trends are a hairdo," replied Peter.
"Oh." Voldermort nodded, and absently ran his hand through his hair.
"Mm mm mmm hm hmm mmm hmm hmmm!" vowed Victoria, as she continued to thrash around on the carpeted floor.
"You won't get a laser hiss," translated Peter.
"That's nice. Now, we must leave, before the rest of those hooligans come looking for her," muttered Voldermort.
"At once, Master," said Pettigrew, rushing to open a window.
Instantly, a dark figure zoomed into the room, giggling madly.
"Oh, fuck!" shouted Michelle, as she ricocheted off the walls. The front of Harry's Firebolt was snapped, and hanging limply, disconnected from the rest of the broom. Obviously, Michelle's night-vision was failing her.
"Huh?" Voldermort looked up, just as the girl flew past him, drunk with euphoria.
"HAHAHA! THIS IS SO FUN!" giggled Michelle.
Suddenly, Voldermort realised who the euphoric, sugar-high child was.
"Grand daughter!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out towards his long-lost relative.
"AW, SHUDDUP, YOU STINKIN IDIOT!" shrieked Michelle, ramming into him.
Voldermort was knocked off his feet, from the impact.
"My, she certainly HAS changed," he gasped, as he rubbed his sore side.
"HIYA, VICKY!" yelled Michelle, waving energetically to her friend, who lay, trussed up, on the ground.
"MMF!" screamed Victoria, her limbs flailing wildly, and looking very much like a fish out of water.
"MISTRESS!" gasped Pettigrew, holding his hands up to his face. "O great Mistress, whom we have been waiting for, through the ages!"
"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT, IF MY WATCH STOPPED WORKING!" snapped Michelle, slowing down, and getting off the broom.
Pettigrew blinked.
"Laugh," instructed Voldermort. "That is what you do, when my grand daughter makes a joke."
"It wasn't a joke, though," protested Michelle.
Pettigrew laughed.
"Do not mock my granddaughter!" barked Voldermort, viciously.
"Are you making fun of me?" growled Michelle, balling her hands into fists. Pettigrew did not know what to say.
"N....no, Mistress," he whimpered.
"Then you're calling me a liar," concluded Michelle.
"MM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" exclaimed Victoria, thrashing harder.
"Okay," shrugged Michelle, bending down to untie the younger girl.
"Stop!" cried Voldermort, still lying against the wall. "Don't you see? She is the greatest enemy of us all! Why are you helping her?"
Michelle stopped, and looked at Voldermort. "What?" she said.
"Mmf!" Victoria gave one last kick, and leapt up, the ropes falling away from her. "Thanks, Michelle!" she said. "Now let's get outta here!"
"Petrificus totalus!" bellowed Voldermort.
Victoria suddenly found that she was in a full body-bind.
"Oh grea'," she groaned, unable to move. Even her tongue was stuck, for goodness sake!
"Heehee! That's so cool!" squealed Michelle, who had had WAY more Tiny Tots than any of her other friends.
"Hel' e!" screamed Victoria.
"What was that?" asked Michelle.
"I'ng hkuck!" screeched Victoria.
Michelle felt a sudden urge to protect her friend from the hideous old man in front of her.
"LET HER GO!" she shrieked at Voldermort.
"Crucio!" cackled Voldermort, pointing his wand at Victoria.
Michelle leapt up, as she prepared to scream at Voldermort, but the toe of her shoe got caught in the floorboards, and she tripped over in the path of....
"OW!" Michelle screamed, as the curse hit her. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU CRAZY OLD MAN?!"
At that second, Neville leapt into the room.
"STOP!" he ordered. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"WHAT?!" Michelle stared at him. "EW! GROSS! THAT'S SO SICK! YUCK! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" Then, under her breath, she added, "And Enrique Iglesias is WAY cuter than you."
"Oh. It's a Gryffindor," said Voldermort, flicking his wand at Neville.
"YEOWCH!" the boy leaped up about five feet into the air. Then he burst into tears, his face going red. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT HURTS! BOOHOOHOO! I WANT MY MUMMY!"
"'Agh yo goyheng?" asked Victoria.
"NO IT'S NOT!" shrieked Michelle. "YOU'RE ALL GROSS!"
"What's going on?" Sarah peered into the room. Then, upon seeing the complete chaos in the room, she screamed.
"Huh? What's happening?" Susie gaped at the scene. "I'll get help," she gulped, and disappeared.
"Oh my gosh! Is that...." Sarah stopped, unable to believe what was happening.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!" Neville was still wailing away, Victoria did her best to free herself from the enchantment that was set upon her, and Michelle was still grossed out from Neville's earlier statement.
"Honestly! You're like the rats in the Pied Piper!" snorted Voldermort. Then he turned to Michelle, beaming. "How about you come, give your granddad a big hug, hey, sweetie?"
"Eugh. No way," said Michelle. "Who the hell are you?"
Voldermort looked hurt. "Why, I'm your granddad, Voldermort. You may know me as 'Grandpa Tom'."
"HUH?"
The evil wizard handed his wand to Pettigrew, and got up.
"Remember?" he said. "I used to sing you songs all the time. Hmm....oh yes. There was....
~ There's a bear in there ~
~ and an electric chair ~
~ There's muggles with AIDS ~
~ and hand grenades ~
~ open wide ~
~ commit suicide ~
~ it's gay school ~"
By the end of the song, Michelle was singing along, delight written across her face.
"I REMEMBER!" she exclaimed, happily.
"That's lovely." Smiling, Voldermort patted the top of her head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Victoria.
"Hello, hello and how are you?" sang Rachel, skipping into the room. Catching sight of the smile on Michelle's face, she froze.
"Hi, Rachel!" grinned Michelle, waving at her friend. "Here. I'd like to introduce you to my Grandpa Tom!"
"THAT'S VOLDERMORT!" gasped Stephanie.
"Uh huh. But you can also call him Grandpa Tom," beamed Michelle. Then, she turned to Voldermort. "Right, Grandpa?"
"Are they your friends?" asked Voldermort, looking quite uncomfortable.
"Yeah!" Michelle looked around at the throng of startled girls. "What's wrong?"
"NEVILLE!" cried Hermione, bursting in on the scene.
"Oh great," muttered Rachel. "OH, NEVILLE! MY LOVE! MY DARLING! MY ONE TRUE LOVE! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
Neville blushed, and sniffed loudly. "That's wonderful, but I'm afraid that my heart's promised to...." he stopped, and gave the psychomaniac in front, a loving look. "Michelle," he breathed.
"Grief. Don't flatter yourself, boy," said Rachel. "I was being sarcastic. I mean, who would actually like YOU?"
Neville burst into noisy sobs.
"What's wrong with Neville?" asked Hermione, glaring at Rachel. "He's a perfectly....charming individual."
"Uh huh. In his own rights, he is. But does he HAVE any rights?" drawled Rachel.
Even though she was Neville's friend, Hermione had to agree- that girl DID have a point.
"Yeah, well.... You're not that pretty, either," she said, nervously.
Rachel did NOT look happy. In fact, she looked quite the opposite.
"Gimme that wand," she growled at Pettigrew.
The man whimpered.
"GIMME THE DAMN WAND!" yelled Rachel.
But before she could touch the wand, whom else should arrive, but the famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?
At the sight of Voldermort, Harry's eyes filled with tears, and he charged forward, scattering females in his headlong dash at Voldermort.
"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!" he sobbed, grabbing the old man by the throat. "YOU BLOODY BASTARD! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"
Voldermort made a croaking noise.
"Let go of him!" commanded Michelle. "He's my Grandpa Tom."
"NO HE'S NOT! HE'S A MURDERER! A FILTHY MURDERER!" snapped Harry, shaking Voldermort wildly. "AND HE KILLED MY PARENTS!"
"Yeah! You tell him, Harry!" cheered Christina.
Meanwhile, in the background, Ron was grappling with Pettigrew.
"You filthy scum," he said. "I let you sleep in my BED. How DARE you deceive me like that! How DARE you!"
Tears were streaming down the servant's face.
"I'm so sorry," he sniffled. "I didn't mean to trick you. I was very fond of you, too. Honest!"
Victoria, who had gotten free from the bodybind, once the servant let go of the wand, was sitting on the ground, trembling. There was nowhere she could run.
"GET UP, VICTORIA!" shouted Stephanie.
What happened next took place very fast.
First, Voldermort whipped a wand out of his robes, and performed 'Crucio' on Harry, Victoria leapt back into the crowd of friends, Pettigrew fainted, and a huge snake appeared out of the ceiling.
"AH!" said Harry, in pain, as he was struck by the spell.
"AH!" said Victoria, in relief, as she found herself in friendly area again.
"AH!" said Ron, in alarm, as Pettigrew fainted on top of him.
"AH!" said everyone else, catching sight of the snake. That was....everyone except for Rachel. She was too brave.
No, actually, she didn't see the snake. She was facing the other way. But she must have been brave to not run away from something that she could not see, nor could she feel.
"KILL THEM," ordered Voldermort, in parseltongue.
"Yessssss masssssssssster. At onccccccccccccccccccccce," said the Basilisk, turning on the first person it could find.
"LET GO OF ME!" screamed Angeline. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH A SCHOOL LEADER!"
Normally, it would not have taken any notice of its dinner. However, this tone was so commanding, and so....eugh. MATURE, that the snake let go, immediately.
"NONONONONONONONO," said Leanne, holding her hands up, in defence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---"
"Shut up, Christina."
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed Christina, as she was lifted into the air, by the Basilisk. Her screaming filled its ears, and it was so awful, resembling....a rooster's cry.
BOONG.
The Basilisk dropped on the floor. Dead.
Quickly, Christina crawled out of the snake's mouth, and confronted Voldermort.
"STOP IT, YOU BIG MEANIE!" she yelled (a referral to what Voldermort was doing to Harry). "YOU'RE SUCH A BULLY! AND YOU'RE BIG AND FAT AND UGALY! DON'T HURT HARRY!"
"What did you just call my Grandpa Tom?" asked Michelle, cracking her knuckles loudly.
"I SAID THAT HE WAS BIG AND FAT AND UGLY AND MEAN!" repeated Christina, her eyes filling with tears. "LET HIM GO!"
Harry was near dead, his limbs trembling with exhaustion, as wave after wave after wave, of pain struck his frail frame. His eyes were dull, and his mouth was slack.
"BOOHOO! LET HIM GO! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" sobbed Christina. "I'LL GIVE YOU NAIL POLISH, MY 'GIRLFRIEND' MAGAZINES, BOOMER, A WHOLE NEW GIRL'S MAKEOVER....hey, they're really cool, you know. Because they tease your hair, before they put sparkly glitter all over your face, and then they put the makeup on, and---"
Bang. Voldermort's head flopped down, limply.
He had been bored to death.
*
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww that was a long chapter. Ya like? Don't worry. It's nearing the end.