I Get Knocked Down...
A/N: I haven't read anything HP in over a year so if this doesn't mesh with the other 2 chapters at all, don't get too confused.
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So Crookshanks eventually did his business (if you know what I mean) and Voldie (having been a former super-duper dark lord guy) couldn't ACTUALLY be killed by mere digestive juices. So Unkie Tom was back in civilization, even if he had never really left it at all.
Now he was in quite a predicament. When he was just a peice of lint movement was very easy but know you-know-who was covered in you-know-what now. . .
Voldie said some not-so-nice words (not the same ones Harry had used before) and tried to move.
"This just isn't working, I'll have to wait for a draft." So he waited. He waited for 30 minutes. Then 30 more. Then he fell asleep. Around dinnertime Crookshank arrived again. He realised the baad mistake he made. The cat turned around and. . .
. . .oh my Merlin! he covered Voldie in Specially Formulated-Clumping-Scent Trapping-Scented kitty cat litter. Burrrn.
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Seriously now I could continue this chapter with pointlessness about Voldie waiting and waiting until a draft came. But that would pretty boring. Even though eventually he will get thrown out with the rest of the poopies via a house elf's pooper-scooper.
Or maybe I'd tell you that the next time that Crookz came around he made a mess with all of the litter and he flicked out of the litter box.
I just had a thought, what if in England they don't call litter boxes litter boxes? Then my story'd be misinformed. I can't stand that.
**If anyone know about the English naming of litter boxes, just let me know!**
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Eventually Voldie ended up in the trash with some other messed up former creatures and he started his own Mafia. He developed an even eviller laughter and was very prosperous. Since he lived in an alley, he made friends with poker rats! (Fwa hah! see my Sevvie story)
THEND
what do you think? you wanna flame me? flame me! try and make it artistic though, make it into a haiku (5-7-5) or something!
-DJ
A/N: I haven't read anything HP in over a year so if this doesn't mesh with the other 2 chapters at all, don't get too confused.
~~~~~~~~~
So Crookshanks eventually did his business (if you know what I mean) and Voldie (having been a former super-duper dark lord guy) couldn't ACTUALLY be killed by mere digestive juices. So Unkie Tom was back in civilization, even if he had never really left it at all.
Now he was in quite a predicament. When he was just a peice of lint movement was very easy but know you-know-who was covered in you-know-what now. . .
Voldie said some not-so-nice words (not the same ones Harry had used before) and tried to move.
"This just isn't working, I'll have to wait for a draft." So he waited. He waited for 30 minutes. Then 30 more. Then he fell asleep. Around dinnertime Crookshank arrived again. He realised the baad mistake he made. The cat turned around and. . .
. . .oh my Merlin! he covered Voldie in Specially Formulated-Clumping-Scent Trapping-Scented kitty cat litter. Burrrn.
***
Seriously now I could continue this chapter with pointlessness about Voldie waiting and waiting until a draft came. But that would pretty boring. Even though eventually he will get thrown out with the rest of the poopies via a house elf's pooper-scooper.
Or maybe I'd tell you that the next time that Crookz came around he made a mess with all of the litter and he flicked out of the litter box.
I just had a thought, what if in England they don't call litter boxes litter boxes? Then my story'd be misinformed. I can't stand that.
**If anyone know about the English naming of litter boxes, just let me know!**
***
Eventually Voldie ended up in the trash with some other messed up former creatures and he started his own Mafia. He developed an even eviller laughter and was very prosperous. Since he lived in an alley, he made friends with poker rats! (Fwa hah! see my Sevvie story)
THEND
what do you think? you wanna flame me? flame me! try and make it artistic though, make it into a haiku (5-7-5) or something!
-DJ
