A/N: I figured I should write the third chapter because I will be so
busy tomorrow (9/8 will be tomorrow) and then I will be gone all week!
(9/9 to 9/13). So this could be my last chapter for about a week. Maybe
I'll find time to write a short chapter about Voldemort getting his house
before I leave. Keep on reviewing!
Voldemort only had to wait a few minutes until the doors to the building opened. Of course, as soon as they were, he dashed inside and went up to the nearest counter where a young lady was setting up. He smiled. It was time! It was time, time, time!
"May I help you?" she asked once she had finished putting her things in order.
"I need a new name."
"A new identity?" she corrected.
"Umm, yes," Voldemort replied.
"All right. Your current name?"
Voldemort didn't have his name signed up in the Muggle world. "I- I don't have one. You see I come from this place."
"What place, sir?" she asked, confused.
"A place. A place with pretty china," he answered, making it up as he went along.
The woman started to laugh a little. "You come from China, perhaps?"
"Didn't I say that?"
She didn't answer his question. "And what was your name in China?"
"Umm. Lee," he thought of quickly.
"Lee what?"
"Lee."
"Lee what?"
"Lee!"
"Sir, I understand your first name is Lee. What is your last name?"
"Lee."
"Tell me or I will not be able to help you, Mr. Lee!" She was getting upset. he could see it in her eyes.
"Lee! It's Lee!"
"Lee Lee?"
"Uhh. yeah!"
"Interesting." She typed it onto the computer. "There is no Lee Lee on this computer."
"Well what about on that computer?" Voldmort nodded toward the computer across the room.
"Never mind! What do you want your new name to be? First and last."
"Michael Jackson."
"Taken."
"Elvis Presley."
"Taken."
"The Beetles?"
"You are an old man, you should know that you can name yourself that."
"M&M?"
"Have you actually heard his songs?" she asked in amazement.
"No," replied Voldemort truthfully.
"Oh, you stink."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing, nothing. Your name is.?"
"Oh, I know!"
"Good for you- what is it?"
"Britney Spears!"
The young woman almost slapped herself. "I need something that is not someone famous!"
"Josh Hartnett?"
"No."
"Umm." He reached inside his bag and started feeling around. "Paper Shirt. Pen Pants. Underwear PJs!"
"If you cannot think of a name then please leave. Next-!"
Voldemort felt Mr. Moo-Moo. "MURFY MOO-MOO!"
The lady looked at him and sighed, typing in the name onto the computer. "Well Mr. Lee, it seems that you are now Mr. Moo-Moo."
"Yay!!!" Voldemort shouted happily. He was named after his best friend- Mr. Moo-Moo. how touching it seemed.
Voldemort only had to wait a few minutes until the doors to the building opened. Of course, as soon as they were, he dashed inside and went up to the nearest counter where a young lady was setting up. He smiled. It was time! It was time, time, time!
"May I help you?" she asked once she had finished putting her things in order.
"I need a new name."
"A new identity?" she corrected.
"Umm, yes," Voldemort replied.
"All right. Your current name?"
Voldemort didn't have his name signed up in the Muggle world. "I- I don't have one. You see I come from this place."
"What place, sir?" she asked, confused.
"A place. A place with pretty china," he answered, making it up as he went along.
The woman started to laugh a little. "You come from China, perhaps?"
"Didn't I say that?"
She didn't answer his question. "And what was your name in China?"
"Umm. Lee," he thought of quickly.
"Lee what?"
"Lee."
"Lee what?"
"Lee!"
"Sir, I understand your first name is Lee. What is your last name?"
"Lee."
"Tell me or I will not be able to help you, Mr. Lee!" She was getting upset. he could see it in her eyes.
"Lee! It's Lee!"
"Lee Lee?"
"Uhh. yeah!"
"Interesting." She typed it onto the computer. "There is no Lee Lee on this computer."
"Well what about on that computer?" Voldmort nodded toward the computer across the room.
"Never mind! What do you want your new name to be? First and last."
"Michael Jackson."
"Taken."
"Elvis Presley."
"Taken."
"The Beetles?"
"You are an old man, you should know that you can name yourself that."
"M&M?"
"Have you actually heard his songs?" she asked in amazement.
"No," replied Voldemort truthfully.
"Oh, you stink."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing, nothing. Your name is.?"
"Oh, I know!"
"Good for you- what is it?"
"Britney Spears!"
The young woman almost slapped herself. "I need something that is not someone famous!"
"Josh Hartnett?"
"No."
"Umm." He reached inside his bag and started feeling around. "Paper Shirt. Pen Pants. Underwear PJs!"
"If you cannot think of a name then please leave. Next-!"
Voldemort felt Mr. Moo-Moo. "MURFY MOO-MOO!"
The lady looked at him and sighed, typing in the name onto the computer. "Well Mr. Lee, it seems that you are now Mr. Moo-Moo."
"Yay!!!" Voldemort shouted happily. He was named after his best friend- Mr. Moo-Moo. how touching it seemed.