If Voldemort were a Piece of Lint
By DJ Verits
A/N: Just stickin this up again (nearly TWO years later...) because the grammar and other stuff is annoying....
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This story is assuming that Voldemort got turned into a piece of Lint before he made it into book four...so what would happen? (no spoilers...as if no one has read it by now though...)
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A small piece of Lint blew into the boys' dormitories. A window was opened, most obviously.
Harry's scar seared with pain, though he was still asleep. Oddly enough, it didn't wake him up. Hm, strange. In his dream he could see a tall, shadowy figure standing...he couldn't make out any details though. A boggart, pehaps? He then saw himself with a wand. Maybe ihe was going to fight the shadow/boggart/(Voldie?)? He watched closely because it could give him information on how to defeat Voldemort (if it was him) the next time they met (which hopefully was never again but when you're the protagonist in a popular series than you just have to expect these things...!
"Harry! Wake up! We'll be late for classes!" Ron was yelling in his ear just as his dream self raised his wand.
"RON! I was having an impor- OW!" Harry yelled angrily.
"What? I didn't do anything!"
"I know-It's my scar...it's searing with pain."
"'Searing with pain'? Who talks like that?"
"Well excuse my vocabulary...and...hey! It's Saturday!"
"Oh, ya knew that...I was just buggin' you!"
Harry muttered some not-so-nice words under his breath.
"Sorry. But anyway what was your dream about?" Ron continued.
"Voldemort or a boggart or a shadow or it could have been a...a I don't know it could have been a dragon because I was slee[ing and I didn't have my glasses on."
"That doesn't really make any sense..." Ron pointed out..
"...And you had to interrupt it! On Saturday no less! You git!"
Just then the piece of lint on the floor caught a draft and clung to Harry's robes.
When they reached the common room Hermione came over and took something off of Harry's robes.
"Just some lint. Here Crookshanks go eat it!"
They didn't notice but the piece of Lint was saying, "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! C'mon work you stupi-hey where's my wand? I want my wand! What the - where're my arms? I-I'm a lint ball! AGGGHH! C-cat? Nice kitty niiiice kitty kitty kittty...d-don't eat me and Uncle Tom'll give you-a...catnip!"
It was no use Crookshanks ate him.
TBC
By DJ Verits
A/N: Just stickin this up again (nearly TWO years later...) because the grammar and other stuff is annoying....
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This story is assuming that Voldemort got turned into a piece of Lint before he made it into book four...so what would happen? (no spoilers...as if no one has read it by now though...)
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A small piece of Lint blew into the boys' dormitories. A window was opened, most obviously.
Harry's scar seared with pain, though he was still asleep. Oddly enough, it didn't wake him up. Hm, strange. In his dream he could see a tall, shadowy figure standing...he couldn't make out any details though. A boggart, pehaps? He then saw himself with a wand. Maybe ihe was going to fight the shadow/boggart/(Voldie?)? He watched closely because it could give him information on how to defeat Voldemort (if it was him) the next time they met (which hopefully was never again but when you're the protagonist in a popular series than you just have to expect these things...!
"Harry! Wake up! We'll be late for classes!" Ron was yelling in his ear just as his dream self raised his wand.
"RON! I was having an impor- OW!" Harry yelled angrily.
"What? I didn't do anything!"
"I know-It's my scar...it's searing with pain."
"'Searing with pain'? Who talks like that?"
"Well excuse my vocabulary...and...hey! It's Saturday!"
"Oh, ya knew that...I was just buggin' you!"
Harry muttered some not-so-nice words under his breath.
"Sorry. But anyway what was your dream about?" Ron continued.
"Voldemort or a boggart or a shadow or it could have been a...a I don't know it could have been a dragon because I was slee[ing and I didn't have my glasses on."
"That doesn't really make any sense..." Ron pointed out..
"...And you had to interrupt it! On Saturday no less! You git!"
Just then the piece of lint on the floor caught a draft and clung to Harry's robes.
When they reached the common room Hermione came over and took something off of Harry's robes.
"Just some lint. Here Crookshanks go eat it!"
They didn't notice but the piece of Lint was saying, "Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! C'mon work you stupi-hey where's my wand? I want my wand! What the - where're my arms? I-I'm a lint ball! AGGGHH! C-cat? Nice kitty niiiice kitty kitty kittty...d-don't eat me and Uncle Tom'll give you-a...catnip!"
It was no use Crookshanks ate him.
TBC
