Disclaimer- All Harry Potter stuff belongs to JK Rowling. All insane stuff belongs to Mindi. I don't own anything so don't sue me.
Thanks to all those wonderful people who reviewed. You guys are all great! My italics isn't working half the time so the story might sound a bit weird.
Anne Riddle- Thanks!
Blazing Magnolia- This fic isn't really that deep. Basically, Shade is going to continue to drive Voldermort insane until. . .but I'm not giving away the ending.
? - Thanks!
Chapter Two - Hide-And-Seek
Shade skipped into her kitchen. 'A kitchen, wow!' she thought. 'I haven't been in one of these for a long time! I wonder who it belongs to?' Shade opened the fridge. It was empty, but that didn't matter. It was unplugged anyway. Shade began opening the long unused cabinets, raising a cloud of dust. "Empty, empty, empty, full, empty, empty...Wait. Full?'
Shade glanced back at the cabinet. Inside was a ten pound bag of sugar. Shade shrugged. It wasn't a meal, but it was something. She wondered how it had got there. She hadn't been grocery shopping in...in... Actually, she had never been grocery shopping in her life! She paused briefly to thank Fate, then started shoveling sugar into her mouth as fast as she could.
Meanwhile, Lord Voldermort had finally dragged himself into the kitchen. The first thing he encountered was an empty ten-pound bag of sugar. 'That can't be good.' he thought. Then Shade bounced over to him.
"YOUFOUNDME,BUTTHAT'SOKAY. IFORGOTTOHIDEINTHEFIRSTPLACE."
she chirped, to fast for Voldermort to understand.
He reached up and almost succeeded in getting his wand back, but Shade jerked it away at the last second.
"NOPE,YOUBADBOY! YOU'RENOTGETTINGTHISBACKUNTILWEFINISH
THEGAME."
"I don't care about the game! Just give me back my wand!" Voldermort yelled.
"NOPE, CATCHMEIFYOUCAN!" yelled Shade, dancing just out of reach.
"What is this, tag?"
"ACTUALLY, NOWTHATYOUMENTIONIT, TAGISMYFAVORITEGAME!"
"Uh oh"
Shade reached out and lightly touched Voldermort on the arm. "TAG, YOU'REIT!" she cried and raced out of the room, shrieking.
Voldermort groaned and started dragging himself toward the entrance hall. He didn't even care about his wand anymore; he just wanted out of this place! When he got to the entrance hall, he found Shade waiting for him. She was trying to balance Crayola's dead body on the tip of Voldermort's wand.
"No, don't do that. You'll break it!" Voldermort cried. Shade shrugged.
"OHWELL. YOURLOSS." she cried, throwing the wand behind her - right out the open window.
Voldermort made a spectacular leap to intercept the wand - and fell flat on his face as his still locked legs refused to cooperate. Shade grinned suddenly, evilly. She walked over and closed and locked the window and both doors, using the same key. She then dangled the old-fashioned golden key in front of Voldermort's face.
"COMEANDGETME!" she cried, then raced away.
(Thanks again for reading. Review please!)
Thanks to all those wonderful people who reviewed. You guys are all great! My italics isn't working half the time so the story might sound a bit weird.
Anne Riddle- Thanks!
Blazing Magnolia- This fic isn't really that deep. Basically, Shade is going to continue to drive Voldermort insane until. . .but I'm not giving away the ending.
? - Thanks!
Chapter Two - Hide-And-Seek
Shade skipped into her kitchen. 'A kitchen, wow!' she thought. 'I haven't been in one of these for a long time! I wonder who it belongs to?' Shade opened the fridge. It was empty, but that didn't matter. It was unplugged anyway. Shade began opening the long unused cabinets, raising a cloud of dust. "Empty, empty, empty, full, empty, empty...Wait. Full?'
Shade glanced back at the cabinet. Inside was a ten pound bag of sugar. Shade shrugged. It wasn't a meal, but it was something. She wondered how it had got there. She hadn't been grocery shopping in...in... Actually, she had never been grocery shopping in her life! She paused briefly to thank Fate, then started shoveling sugar into her mouth as fast as she could.
Meanwhile, Lord Voldermort had finally dragged himself into the kitchen. The first thing he encountered was an empty ten-pound bag of sugar. 'That can't be good.' he thought. Then Shade bounced over to him.
"YOUFOUNDME,BUTTHAT'SOKAY. IFORGOTTOHIDEINTHEFIRSTPLACE."
she chirped, to fast for Voldermort to understand.
He reached up and almost succeeded in getting his wand back, but Shade jerked it away at the last second.
"NOPE,YOUBADBOY! YOU'RENOTGETTINGTHISBACKUNTILWEFINISH
THEGAME."
"I don't care about the game! Just give me back my wand!" Voldermort yelled.
"NOPE, CATCHMEIFYOUCAN!" yelled Shade, dancing just out of reach.
"What is this, tag?"
"ACTUALLY, NOWTHATYOUMENTIONIT, TAGISMYFAVORITEGAME!"
"Uh oh"
Shade reached out and lightly touched Voldermort on the arm. "TAG, YOU'REIT!" she cried and raced out of the room, shrieking.
Voldermort groaned and started dragging himself toward the entrance hall. He didn't even care about his wand anymore; he just wanted out of this place! When he got to the entrance hall, he found Shade waiting for him. She was trying to balance Crayola's dead body on the tip of Voldermort's wand.
"No, don't do that. You'll break it!" Voldermort cried. Shade shrugged.
"OHWELL. YOURLOSS." she cried, throwing the wand behind her - right out the open window.
Voldermort made a spectacular leap to intercept the wand - and fell flat on his face as his still locked legs refused to cooperate. Shade grinned suddenly, evilly. She walked over and closed and locked the window and both doors, using the same key. She then dangled the old-fashioned golden key in front of Voldermort's face.
"COMEANDGETME!" she cried, then raced away.
(Thanks again for reading. Review please!)