A/N I wrote this after a huge shot of sugar, I hope it makes you laugh.
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The Real Reason why Voldemort wants Harry Dead.
It was a dark winters night and the wind was rushing through Riddle manor, cold icey chilling wind which could freeze the hair off a man. But in this manor there didn't reside a man, rather a thing who wanted one simple thing...REVENGE.
He hadn't always wanted revenge, in fact to have met him in his younger days, he was one of the most friendliest people you could ever hope to meet. His smile and sunny disposition would light up a room and people were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, so he was never lonely or short of company.
But that one night changed everything. He had been out walking the grounds of Hogwarts with a few friends. They had been laughing and joking about what they would do with their lives after they left the great castle. He left his friends in a jovial mood and retired to bed and it was as he reached to turn out the light, he discovered it. It was missing; he rushed back down into the common room and shouted for his friends demanding to know if they knew something. His friends shook their heads they were none the wiser. They joined in the search and looked in every nook and cranny and questioned everyone they could find, but to no avail. They gave up looking eventually, but this night changed him. He became bitter and he no longer smiled, instead the once bright sunshine that he seemed to exude left him and in it's place was a unrelated black hole which seemed to suck all the happiness out of any room he entered.
He left Hogwarts and his friends followed him stuck to unrelenting darkness that he possessed. It seemed that the outside world made him more bitter and twisted; everywhere he looked he saw the culprit of that foal crime. He became more and more enraged each day until he decided that the whole world was guilty and they had to pay. So he formed the deatheaters, poured down a reign of terror upon those who would dare stand in his way.
But it was on another faithful night going to one of his loyal follower's houses, it had been a good night filled with schemes and plots. He had gone upstairs to see their newest edition to the family when he saw it. His eyes clouded with pain and anger and he struck out killing the parents and nearly killing the son. But once again thwarted he ran away to hide and conserve his strength. But now revenge had a new name and that name was Harry Potter, he now had the culprit of that foul deed.
So now he hides and waits until that day, the final showdown between him and the boy and he can't wait for that day. For on that day all will be finished and he will once again be reunited with his most faithful of faithful's. His teddy bear BoBo.
The Real Reason why Voldemort wants Harry Dead.
It was a dark winters night and the wind was rushing through Riddle manor, cold icey chilling wind which could freeze the hair off a man. But in this manor there didn't reside a man, rather a thing who wanted one simple thing...REVENGE.
He hadn't always wanted revenge, in fact to have met him in his younger days, he was one of the most friendliest people you could ever hope to meet. His smile and sunny disposition would light up a room and people were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, so he was never lonely or short of company.
But that one night changed everything. He had been out walking the grounds of Hogwarts with a few friends. They had been laughing and joking about what they would do with their lives after they left the great castle. He left his friends in a jovial mood and retired to bed and it was as he reached to turn out the light, he discovered it. It was missing; he rushed back down into the common room and shouted for his friends demanding to know if they knew something. His friends shook their heads they were none the wiser. They joined in the search and looked in every nook and cranny and questioned everyone they could find, but to no avail. They gave up looking eventually, but this night changed him. He became bitter and he no longer smiled, instead the once bright sunshine that he seemed to exude left him and in it's place was a unrelated black hole which seemed to suck all the happiness out of any room he entered.
He left Hogwarts and his friends followed him stuck to unrelenting darkness that he possessed. It seemed that the outside world made him more bitter and twisted; everywhere he looked he saw the culprit of that foal crime. He became more and more enraged each day until he decided that the whole world was guilty and they had to pay. So he formed the deatheaters, poured down a reign of terror upon those who would dare stand in his way.
But it was on another faithful night going to one of his loyal follower's houses, it had been a good night filled with schemes and plots. He had gone upstairs to see their newest edition to the family when he saw it. His eyes clouded with pain and anger and he struck out killing the parents and nearly killing the son. But once again thwarted he ran away to hide and conserve his strength. But now revenge had a new name and that name was Harry Potter, he now had the culprit of that foul deed.
So now he hides and waits until that day, the final showdown between him and the boy and he can't wait for that day. For on that day all will be finished and he will once again be reunited with his most faithful of faithful's. His teddy bear BoBo.