(A/N: I just read gryffcat's fanfiction. . . one of them at least. It's a
good story! Also, AngelBlack (hehe, welcome back! Haven't heard about you
in a long time. . . the readers probably thought you were dead!) has a
Sirius and. . . how do you spell her name! It's driving me crazy!!!
Narcissa story. I'm too lazy to go looking for the correct spelling in the
4th book. Besides, I got my kitty in my lap. I want a dog, but my parents
won't let me get one. Okay! I am getting way off subject! To the story!)
From confusion (confuzzled! hehe, inside joke) of which bus stop was which, Voldemort ended up taking another bus all the way around and back to where he had started, not realizing he was at the right bus stop from the beginning. Good thing he was two hours early when he started!
He walked up her street and stopped at 7790 Quint ST with the pink mailbox. That's how he knew it was her house. . . the pink mailbox.
He rang the doorbell -five times- and shortly after a little girl opened it, starring up at him with big blue eyes. She looked about four or five and had a cute dress on, with a flower hat.
Voldemort bent down to her eye level and smiled. "Hello. . . is your grandma home?"
She continued to stare at him, giving him no reply.
"You see, I'm a plumber man. I'm here to fix her sink. Can I talk to her?" he said in a speaking-to-a-kid-who-needs-mental-help voice.
No answer. She didn't budge.
". . .Please?" He looked desperate. He gave her the puppy-dog look. She didn't move.
He took a step closer and suddenly the little girl flung her leg high and kicked him where it hurts really badly for the boys. She ran into the house and slammed the door. Voldemort's head got hit- hard.
He bent low, gasping from the blow-out, unable to howl, which was a very good thing, otherwise he would have drooled out all of Europe.
The door opened again and instead of the swing-kickin' kid there stood an old woman. She looked pale from stress and worry and when she saw that Voldemort was the plumber, she sighed in relief.
"Thank goodness you have arrived! My baby! Fix my baby!" She grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him into the kitchen, shoving him in front of the sink. She crossed her arms as she waited for him to get to work. When he did nothing, she pointed at the sink. "My baby!"
"Oh!" Voldemort looked surprised and observed it "Well nothing looks wrong. . ."
The old lady groaned in frustration. "Make it pee!"
He gave her a blank look. "Pardon?"
"You heard me! Make my baby pee!" She acted as if everyone knew how to do this to a sink.
"Miss. . . that is not possible-"
"Don't you know anything?" She pushed past him and turned on the water- but there was no water coming out.
"I see the problem now!" observed Voldemort.
"Finally!" snapped Miss. Emelds. "Now fix my baby! Fix her bladder system!"
"Bladder system?"
"Make her able to pee again!"
"Oh! Righty tighty, Miss!"
Five hours later (it takes poor voldie a little longer. . . he's new at the job, you know) he stood up and smiled, admiring his work. He turned the water on and-
"You can go pee-pee!" shrieked a joyful voice from behind. Voldemort jumped at the sudden noise and turned around, seeing Miss Emelds clapping her hands in happiness. "You're a big girl again!"
Voldemort looked in his bag of tools and other equipment to get Mr. Moo-Moo out and see the successful work he had completed. But when he felt around for his stuffed animal cow. . .
Mr. Moo-Moo was not there.
From confusion (confuzzled! hehe, inside joke) of which bus stop was which, Voldemort ended up taking another bus all the way around and back to where he had started, not realizing he was at the right bus stop from the beginning. Good thing he was two hours early when he started!
He walked up her street and stopped at 7790 Quint ST with the pink mailbox. That's how he knew it was her house. . . the pink mailbox.
He rang the doorbell -five times- and shortly after a little girl opened it, starring up at him with big blue eyes. She looked about four or five and had a cute dress on, with a flower hat.
Voldemort bent down to her eye level and smiled. "Hello. . . is your grandma home?"
She continued to stare at him, giving him no reply.
"You see, I'm a plumber man. I'm here to fix her sink. Can I talk to her?" he said in a speaking-to-a-kid-who-needs-mental-help voice.
No answer. She didn't budge.
". . .Please?" He looked desperate. He gave her the puppy-dog look. She didn't move.
He took a step closer and suddenly the little girl flung her leg high and kicked him where it hurts really badly for the boys. She ran into the house and slammed the door. Voldemort's head got hit- hard.
He bent low, gasping from the blow-out, unable to howl, which was a very good thing, otherwise he would have drooled out all of Europe.
The door opened again and instead of the swing-kickin' kid there stood an old woman. She looked pale from stress and worry and when she saw that Voldemort was the plumber, she sighed in relief.
"Thank goodness you have arrived! My baby! Fix my baby!" She grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him into the kitchen, shoving him in front of the sink. She crossed her arms as she waited for him to get to work. When he did nothing, she pointed at the sink. "My baby!"
"Oh!" Voldemort looked surprised and observed it "Well nothing looks wrong. . ."
The old lady groaned in frustration. "Make it pee!"
He gave her a blank look. "Pardon?"
"You heard me! Make my baby pee!" She acted as if everyone knew how to do this to a sink.
"Miss. . . that is not possible-"
"Don't you know anything?" She pushed past him and turned on the water- but there was no water coming out.
"I see the problem now!" observed Voldemort.
"Finally!" snapped Miss. Emelds. "Now fix my baby! Fix her bladder system!"
"Bladder system?"
"Make her able to pee again!"
"Oh! Righty tighty, Miss!"
Five hours later (it takes poor voldie a little longer. . . he's new at the job, you know) he stood up and smiled, admiring his work. He turned the water on and-
"You can go pee-pee!" shrieked a joyful voice from behind. Voldemort jumped at the sudden noise and turned around, seeing Miss Emelds clapping her hands in happiness. "You're a big girl again!"
Voldemort looked in his bag of tools and other equipment to get Mr. Moo-Moo out and see the successful work he had completed. But when he felt around for his stuffed animal cow. . .
Mr. Moo-Moo was not there.