Disclaimer- All Harry Potter stuff belongs to JK Rowling. All insane stuff belongs to Mindi the Purple Skunk.
(I tried to limit the insanity, but Mindi got the better of me. Please excuse all character and timeline errors. Mindi never read Harry Potter and is depending on my limited knowledge. R&R. No flames please.)
Chapter One - Death Wish
Lord Voldermort swept down the hallways of his Secret Hideout. As a matter of fact, this was his favorite activity. He enjoyed sweeping down corridors with the hem of his wizard's robe sweeping up dust. He could tell by the state of his robes that the maids had not swept this corridor recently. He started to ring for the maids then stopped. He had killed all the maids last week when he had been perfecting his Killing Curse.
This fact had the effect of putting him in a very bad mood. There was only one thing he could do now. Murder someone. Lord Voldermort reached for the Wizard's Phone Book. He opened it to the P section and found: Potter, James and Lily. Lord Voldermort smiled and reached for his wand. Then, fate took a hand.
Fate was bored. The world was so predictable. Lord Voldermort would kill yet another innocent wizard family and the cycle of mourning would begin again. Then, Fate had an idea. Fate remembered an old family friend, Lady Shade. Fate grinned evilly. This would be fun! Fate sent a lightning bolt streaking down to Earth.
Lord Voldermort looked up as the bolt of light illuminated the room. He gaped in horror. So much dust! He turned to summon the maids then remembered their untimely deaths. This had the effect of putting him in a very, very bad mood. There was only one thing to do now. Murder someone. He reached for the Phone Book and opened it. Shade, Lady of Witch's Creek. He copied the address on a spare bit of parchment, noticing another address already their. The Potters. He would deal with them later, after Lady Shade. Lord Voldermort Disapperated.
He watched Witch Creek Manor out of slitted eyes. Navki had told him the Lady was alone in the house. He absentmindedly pet the snake as he peered through the swiftly approaching darkness at the great manor house. 'Might as well get it over with.' he thought, then Apperated inside. Shade sat in the entrance hall staring mindlessly out the window from the shadows. She did not react to Voldermort's arrival. He glared at her. Some people called her creative. Most people called her insane. Voldermort didn't know for certain, but he knew that no one had ever proven anything against the witch.
He raised his wand and cleared his throat. Shade looked up. He pointed his wand.
"Avada Kadavra."
A flash of blue momentarily obscured his vision. 'Blue? I thought Avada Kadavra was green!' The neon blue flamingo flopped to the floor, dead.
"You meanie! You killed Crayola!"
"Crayola?"
"My neon blue flamingo!"
"This is going to be a loooong day."
Shade suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Hey! I know you!" Lord Voldermort threw out his cape dramatically.
"Yes, I am Lord Volder-"
"Your my daddy!"
Voldermort's mouth dropped open. "Daddy?" he stammered.
"That's right! Now give me a hug!" she cried, bouncing to her feet and out of the shadows.
Lady Shade looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She had knee length silver hair, held on place by a slender gold circlet. Her unique violet eyes where wide and innocent. She was dressed as a Muggle in a white blouse and long grey skirt. Around her throat hung a thin gold chain on which hung a small jade dragon.
Shade was advancing on Lord Voldermort with hands outstretched. He jumped back, then remembered his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, after making sure that no more flamingos lurked in the shadows. Shade moved surprisingly fast, ducking under the spell, then leaping at him. Her arms pinned his to his side, and his wand clattered to the floor. Voldermort leaped backward and Shade tripped. He wretched one of his arms free, then pushed her away and dove for his wand. He rolled to his feet, wand outstretched menacingly. Shade's response was a grin.
"Do you want to die?!" the enraged wizard roared. He was taken by surprise when Shade promptly nodded. "I have a death wish."
Lord Voldermort took a step backward. This was not going at all like any of his other murders! He turned away from her and began to breath deeply. The he decided 'What the hell! I'm leaving.' and began to run toward the door.
"Petrificus Halfalus!" Shade cried. He felt the stiffening of his legs as the Leg Locker Curse started to take effect, then fell completely forward. Shade kicked him over, onto his back.
"I've got an idea!" she cried, temporarily forgetting her death wish. "Let's play Hide-And-Go-Seek!"
"Oh, goody."
"I'll hide and you seek!" the witch yelped. She skipped off - with Voldermort's wand.
(Okay, thanks for reading this! Please R & R!)
(I tried to limit the insanity, but Mindi got the better of me. Please excuse all character and timeline errors. Mindi never read Harry Potter and is depending on my limited knowledge. R&R. No flames please.)
Chapter One - Death Wish
Lord Voldermort swept down the hallways of his Secret Hideout. As a matter of fact, this was his favorite activity. He enjoyed sweeping down corridors with the hem of his wizard's robe sweeping up dust. He could tell by the state of his robes that the maids had not swept this corridor recently. He started to ring for the maids then stopped. He had killed all the maids last week when he had been perfecting his Killing Curse.
This fact had the effect of putting him in a very bad mood. There was only one thing he could do now. Murder someone. Lord Voldermort reached for the Wizard's Phone Book. He opened it to the P section and found: Potter, James and Lily. Lord Voldermort smiled and reached for his wand. Then, fate took a hand.
Fate was bored. The world was so predictable. Lord Voldermort would kill yet another innocent wizard family and the cycle of mourning would begin again. Then, Fate had an idea. Fate remembered an old family friend, Lady Shade. Fate grinned evilly. This would be fun! Fate sent a lightning bolt streaking down to Earth.
Lord Voldermort looked up as the bolt of light illuminated the room. He gaped in horror. So much dust! He turned to summon the maids then remembered their untimely deaths. This had the effect of putting him in a very, very bad mood. There was only one thing to do now. Murder someone. He reached for the Phone Book and opened it. Shade, Lady of Witch's Creek. He copied the address on a spare bit of parchment, noticing another address already their. The Potters. He would deal with them later, after Lady Shade. Lord Voldermort Disapperated.
He watched Witch Creek Manor out of slitted eyes. Navki had told him the Lady was alone in the house. He absentmindedly pet the snake as he peered through the swiftly approaching darkness at the great manor house. 'Might as well get it over with.' he thought, then Apperated inside. Shade sat in the entrance hall staring mindlessly out the window from the shadows. She did not react to Voldermort's arrival. He glared at her. Some people called her creative. Most people called her insane. Voldermort didn't know for certain, but he knew that no one had ever proven anything against the witch.
He raised his wand and cleared his throat. Shade looked up. He pointed his wand.
"Avada Kadavra."
A flash of blue momentarily obscured his vision. 'Blue? I thought Avada Kadavra was green!' The neon blue flamingo flopped to the floor, dead.
"You meanie! You killed Crayola!"
"Crayola?"
"My neon blue flamingo!"
"This is going to be a loooong day."
Shade suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Hey! I know you!" Lord Voldermort threw out his cape dramatically.
"Yes, I am Lord Volder-"
"Your my daddy!"
Voldermort's mouth dropped open. "Daddy?" he stammered.
"That's right! Now give me a hug!" she cried, bouncing to her feet and out of the shadows.
Lady Shade looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She had knee length silver hair, held on place by a slender gold circlet. Her unique violet eyes where wide and innocent. She was dressed as a Muggle in a white blouse and long grey skirt. Around her throat hung a thin gold chain on which hung a small jade dragon.
Shade was advancing on Lord Voldermort with hands outstretched. He jumped back, then remembered his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried, after making sure that no more flamingos lurked in the shadows. Shade moved surprisingly fast, ducking under the spell, then leaping at him. Her arms pinned his to his side, and his wand clattered to the floor. Voldermort leaped backward and Shade tripped. He wretched one of his arms free, then pushed her away and dove for his wand. He rolled to his feet, wand outstretched menacingly. Shade's response was a grin.
"Do you want to die?!" the enraged wizard roared. He was taken by surprise when Shade promptly nodded. "I have a death wish."
Lord Voldermort took a step backward. This was not going at all like any of his other murders! He turned away from her and began to breath deeply. The he decided 'What the hell! I'm leaving.' and began to run toward the door.
"Petrificus Halfalus!" Shade cried. He felt the stiffening of his legs as the Leg Locker Curse started to take effect, then fell completely forward. Shade kicked him over, onto his back.
"I've got an idea!" she cried, temporarily forgetting her death wish. "Let's play Hide-And-Go-Seek!"
"Oh, goody."
"I'll hide and you seek!" the witch yelped. She skipped off - with Voldermort's wand.
(Okay, thanks for reading this! Please R & R!)