(A/N: This is a few replies to my last reviews. . . first of all, I did
mean to make you anus bombs because Voldemort has mental problems lol. And
that brings me to another subject. . . I know this could NEVER happen in HP
real life, it's just some fun playing around making the serious characters
stupid. So I'm sorry if I insult the real Voldemort in this making of my
fic. *gasp, realizing* He'll come after me! *hides under bed*)
Voldemort looked around the kitchen in search of Mr. Moo-Moo. Where was he? Tears swelled up in his eyes. "Mr. Moo-Moo! Where are you!?" Suddenly he stopped his crying. A voice. . . a little girl's voice.
"Would you like some more tea, Mrs. Daisy?"
Pause.
"Alright. . . I'll be right back. Don't move, okay?"
Footsteps.
"Grandma!" she screamed. Miss Emelds came running as fast as she could, which was not very fast, toward her granddaughter. "I need more tea for my new guest."
"Yes, yes, of course. Come along, dear." She took the little girl's hand and walked into the kitchen. "What's your new guest's name?"
"Mrs. Daisy," she said, smiling up at her elder.
"How nice. Is it a new teddy bear Mommy gave you?" the old woman asked, pouring cold tea into the plastic teacup.
"Nope. I found her- right there!" She pointed near Voldemort. "In that bag. There was very sharp things in there, she was gonna get poked."
Voldemort gasped. She had Mr. Moo-Moo!
The little girl dropped the teacup on accident. She screamed and started to cry. As Miss Emelds comforted her, Voldemort snuck upstairs to rescue his cow.
There were three doors. One door had flowers and pink ribbons painted onto it, the others were plain wooden. He went into the colorful room and saw before him a world of pink.
His eyes! Too much light! The pink, the pink! He staggered over to the table, surrounded by dolls. He looked and saw-
"Mr. Moo-Moo!!!" He could hardly recognize him. He had a pink dress on and a flower hat on.
He started taking the clothes off him, mumbling to himself about how Mr. Moo-Moo was a boy and wasn't supposed to wear girl clothes especially tea party clothes.
Just as he was leaving the room, the little girl came in. She starred at him and then Mr. Moo-Moo.
"Miss Daisy! Give me back Miss Daisy!' she cried out, making her way over to the two. "Or you will suffer what will happen to you!
"Mr. Moo-Moo doesn't like tea!" Voldemort responded, holding his cow tightly. "He doesn't like daisies either- they make him sneeze!"
The little girl kicked Voldemort's shins, screaming at him at the top of her lungs. "Give me back Miss Daisy!"
"Never!" The pain. . . he wanted to scream himself, but the fate of his friend was at hand!
She started up what seemed like a dance. A dance involving kicking the shins and as the final action she punched Voldemort where she had gotten her swing-kickin' kid name.
He howled and just held Mr. Moo-Moo tighter. He had to think. . . get himself and the cow out of this mess. His wand. . . yes! He pulled out his wand -which he still used in emergencies- and pointed it at her. She stopped and starred at it, frightened and confused.
"Avada. . .!" He trailed away. No, he shouldn't do that! It was still in him, the habit of killing! Choking up tears, he said another spell instead, giving her a few flowers- daisies. "There. Can I have him and you have Miss Daisy?" he pleaded.
"How did you do that?" She looked amazed, yet still threw aside the flowers.
"I'm a magic. . . person."
Suddenly losing interest, she started up her dance again. Making it slowly to the window, the pain in his shins gaining every step, Voldemort flung Mr. Moo-Moo out the window. "Fly, Mr. Moo-Moo! Fly like a pig!"
The little girl stopped and looked down, gasping. "Miss Daisy!"
Voldemort, finally getting his chance, ran down the stairs and outside, grabbed Mr. Moo-Moo and sprinted to the bus stop, followed for some time by the little girl. When he finally boarded the bus, she was out of sight.
Never again would Murfy Moo-Moo dare bring Mr. Moo-Moo along with him again.
Voldemort looked around the kitchen in search of Mr. Moo-Moo. Where was he? Tears swelled up in his eyes. "Mr. Moo-Moo! Where are you!?" Suddenly he stopped his crying. A voice. . . a little girl's voice.
"Would you like some more tea, Mrs. Daisy?"
Pause.
"Alright. . . I'll be right back. Don't move, okay?"
Footsteps.
"Grandma!" she screamed. Miss Emelds came running as fast as she could, which was not very fast, toward her granddaughter. "I need more tea for my new guest."
"Yes, yes, of course. Come along, dear." She took the little girl's hand and walked into the kitchen. "What's your new guest's name?"
"Mrs. Daisy," she said, smiling up at her elder.
"How nice. Is it a new teddy bear Mommy gave you?" the old woman asked, pouring cold tea into the plastic teacup.
"Nope. I found her- right there!" She pointed near Voldemort. "In that bag. There was very sharp things in there, she was gonna get poked."
Voldemort gasped. She had Mr. Moo-Moo!
The little girl dropped the teacup on accident. She screamed and started to cry. As Miss Emelds comforted her, Voldemort snuck upstairs to rescue his cow.
There were three doors. One door had flowers and pink ribbons painted onto it, the others were plain wooden. He went into the colorful room and saw before him a world of pink.
His eyes! Too much light! The pink, the pink! He staggered over to the table, surrounded by dolls. He looked and saw-
"Mr. Moo-Moo!!!" He could hardly recognize him. He had a pink dress on and a flower hat on.
He started taking the clothes off him, mumbling to himself about how Mr. Moo-Moo was a boy and wasn't supposed to wear girl clothes especially tea party clothes.
Just as he was leaving the room, the little girl came in. She starred at him and then Mr. Moo-Moo.
"Miss Daisy! Give me back Miss Daisy!' she cried out, making her way over to the two. "Or you will suffer what will happen to you!
"Mr. Moo-Moo doesn't like tea!" Voldemort responded, holding his cow tightly. "He doesn't like daisies either- they make him sneeze!"
The little girl kicked Voldemort's shins, screaming at him at the top of her lungs. "Give me back Miss Daisy!"
"Never!" The pain. . . he wanted to scream himself, but the fate of his friend was at hand!
She started up what seemed like a dance. A dance involving kicking the shins and as the final action she punched Voldemort where she had gotten her swing-kickin' kid name.
He howled and just held Mr. Moo-Moo tighter. He had to think. . . get himself and the cow out of this mess. His wand. . . yes! He pulled out his wand -which he still used in emergencies- and pointed it at her. She stopped and starred at it, frightened and confused.
"Avada. . .!" He trailed away. No, he shouldn't do that! It was still in him, the habit of killing! Choking up tears, he said another spell instead, giving her a few flowers- daisies. "There. Can I have him and you have Miss Daisy?" he pleaded.
"How did you do that?" She looked amazed, yet still threw aside the flowers.
"I'm a magic. . . person."
Suddenly losing interest, she started up her dance again. Making it slowly to the window, the pain in his shins gaining every step, Voldemort flung Mr. Moo-Moo out the window. "Fly, Mr. Moo-Moo! Fly like a pig!"
The little girl stopped and looked down, gasping. "Miss Daisy!"
Voldemort, finally getting his chance, ran down the stairs and outside, grabbed Mr. Moo-Moo and sprinted to the bus stop, followed for some time by the little girl. When he finally boarded the bus, she was out of sight.
Never again would Murfy Moo-Moo dare bring Mr. Moo-Moo along with him again.