(A/N: I'M GONNA BE SEEING HARRY POTTER TONIGHT! I heard it's scary. . .
let's hope it's not as disappointing as the first)
More than three weeks later, when Voldemort's bruised shins finally healed and he could use the bathroom without feeling the pain, he got a call.
"Murfy? It's Bill speaking. Seems like you have another plumbing job," the voice on the end said quickly.
"Oh. . . is it Miss Emelds again?" After Voldemort's past experience, he would do ANYTHING but go to her house again.
Bill Peterson laughed. "No, no, not at all. His name is-"
"Not her? YIPPEE!!!! So, when do I go over? Where do they live?" Voldemort danced around the room, skipping and singing.
"Murfy! Tomorrow you shall go over and fix their toilet."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Every time someone flushes, it over flows," explained Bill. "Tomorrow at 10.00am. . ." He continued with the rest of the imforation, as Voldemort wrote it down.
"Okie Dokie!"
"You got all that?"
"Yepper Depper."
Bill was about to hang up, when he realized he forgot something. "Oh, and their names are-"
"Oh yeah. Billy Boy, what's their name?
Bill grinded his teeth, about ready to explode. "Their name is Dursley. Vernon Dursley."
(A/N: this is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written. . . but it's time! **dances around** it's time, it's time! The time you've all been waiting for! I was afraid I would lose my readers if I didn't make it happen soon. IT'S TIME!)
More than three weeks later, when Voldemort's bruised shins finally healed and he could use the bathroom without feeling the pain, he got a call.
"Murfy? It's Bill speaking. Seems like you have another plumbing job," the voice on the end said quickly.
"Oh. . . is it Miss Emelds again?" After Voldemort's past experience, he would do ANYTHING but go to her house again.
Bill Peterson laughed. "No, no, not at all. His name is-"
"Not her? YIPPEE!!!! So, when do I go over? Where do they live?" Voldemort danced around the room, skipping and singing.
"Murfy! Tomorrow you shall go over and fix their toilet."
"What's wrong with it?"
"Every time someone flushes, it over flows," explained Bill. "Tomorrow at 10.00am. . ." He continued with the rest of the imforation, as Voldemort wrote it down.
"Okie Dokie!"
"You got all that?"
"Yepper Depper."
Bill was about to hang up, when he realized he forgot something. "Oh, and their names are-"
"Oh yeah. Billy Boy, what's their name?
Bill grinded his teeth, about ready to explode. "Their name is Dursley. Vernon Dursley."
(A/N: this is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written. . . but it's time! **dances around** it's time, it's time! The time you've all been waiting for! I was afraid I would lose my readers if I didn't make it happen soon. IT'S TIME!)