A/N: Sorry if the chapters are really short, but we want to just get the
chapters loaded
Chapter Two: It's Not A Small World After All
Voldemort felt himself fall into a small boat, it didn't hurt badly- even if he could feel pain. His ears twitched for a moment, was that music playing? Suddenly, the little boat started moving, and turned a corner. He was indoors, and the boat was on a track. He glanced around for any signs of where he could be. Without warning, music started to play, the worst music he had heard in his life.
"IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL, SMALL, SMALL, WORLD!"
As the song continued, pink figures popped out of the walls and started dancing, sugarplums fell from the ceiling. Voldemort's eyes flashed angrily at the sound, and he looked over the edge of the boat. His reflection, it was so weird. He had a nose, his skin was normal colored, he had dark hair. He was young again. But worst of all, his eyes! They.were.not.red!?!?!
I spent so long trying to get them that way! Noooooooooo!
"IT'S A WORLD OF LAUGHTER, A WORLD OF TEARS."
He whipped out a wand, he would silence those stupid pink figures.
"STUPEFY!"
Out of his wand popped silk flowers. He ripped the flowers out, and threw them angrily at the figures. They turned into butterflies as they neared them. The ride was slowly coming to a halt, when a man appeared.
"That's is it. The ride is over. I hope you had a happy-good day. I love you all."
Voldemort raised his wand,
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A little flag that said "BANG" popped out.
"Wow! That is cool. Thanks for riding. Here's your cotton candy!"
The man handed Voldemort a pink cotton candy and Voldemort threw it in the mud.
"Where am I, muggle?"
"Muggle?"
"Where am I, answer me or die!"
"We don't diet here, we are always in shape and happy."
"No, you stupid fool. Just tell me where we are."
"We are in the land where wizards and not-quite wizards live happily together, we live in 'HappyVille', which takes up the entire planet! Have a nice day! Today is Sing-A-Long day!"
Voldemort backed away from the man and started running. He looked around for a store, there were lots of them. One for candy, and puppies, and wedding rings, and baby ducks. Then he found what he was looking for, a "Things For Happy Not-Quite Wizards". He ran in, and slammed his hand on the counter.
"GIVE ME A COMPUTER, NOW!"
An elderly clerk wearing a smile-y face patch approached the counter.
"Hello, would you like a toffee?"
"NO! GIVE ME A COMPUTER! NOW!"
"Com.pu.ter?"
"A FILTHY MUGGLE BOX WITH PICTURES"
"A television for mugs?"
"It's something for.uh.happy, not-quite wizards."
His eyes twitched, it was so painful to utter those words. Harry would pay, so would this clerk.
"Oh! You mean a PC?"
"YES!! YES!! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"Alright."
The elderly man left, twenty minutes later, he returned.
"A Post Card. Here you go. It's free."
Voldemort angrily shook his head,
"NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!"
The elderly man's head cocked to the side,
"Do you want a toffee?"
"NO! I WANT A COMPUTER!! GIVE IT TO ME!!"
"Oh, you want a mug?"
"NO!! A COMPUTER, YOU DOLT!"
"Here's a postcard, for free!"
"No, I WANT.Urg, Forget it. Blast Your Eyes, you old fool."
"Yes, I do have glasses on my eyes. Would you like a toffee?"
Voldemort had already left, he continued running, fear evident in his eyes. If he had to live the rest of his life here..he'd rather die.
He saw a large sign that said "This Way To Tommy Riddle's Happy Home For Friendly Folks".
His mind reeled, I'll go there, find my supporters, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.
As he stood in front of his house, his jaw dropped.
Chapter Two: It's Not A Small World After All
Voldemort felt himself fall into a small boat, it didn't hurt badly- even if he could feel pain. His ears twitched for a moment, was that music playing? Suddenly, the little boat started moving, and turned a corner. He was indoors, and the boat was on a track. He glanced around for any signs of where he could be. Without warning, music started to play, the worst music he had heard in his life.
"IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL, SMALL, SMALL, WORLD!"
As the song continued, pink figures popped out of the walls and started dancing, sugarplums fell from the ceiling. Voldemort's eyes flashed angrily at the sound, and he looked over the edge of the boat. His reflection, it was so weird. He had a nose, his skin was normal colored, he had dark hair. He was young again. But worst of all, his eyes! They.were.not.red!?!?!
I spent so long trying to get them that way! Noooooooooo!
"IT'S A WORLD OF LAUGHTER, A WORLD OF TEARS."
He whipped out a wand, he would silence those stupid pink figures.
"STUPEFY!"
Out of his wand popped silk flowers. He ripped the flowers out, and threw them angrily at the figures. They turned into butterflies as they neared them. The ride was slowly coming to a halt, when a man appeared.
"That's is it. The ride is over. I hope you had a happy-good day. I love you all."
Voldemort raised his wand,
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A little flag that said "BANG" popped out.
"Wow! That is cool. Thanks for riding. Here's your cotton candy!"
The man handed Voldemort a pink cotton candy and Voldemort threw it in the mud.
"Where am I, muggle?"
"Muggle?"
"Where am I, answer me or die!"
"We don't diet here, we are always in shape and happy."
"No, you stupid fool. Just tell me where we are."
"We are in the land where wizards and not-quite wizards live happily together, we live in 'HappyVille', which takes up the entire planet! Have a nice day! Today is Sing-A-Long day!"
Voldemort backed away from the man and started running. He looked around for a store, there were lots of them. One for candy, and puppies, and wedding rings, and baby ducks. Then he found what he was looking for, a "Things For Happy Not-Quite Wizards". He ran in, and slammed his hand on the counter.
"GIVE ME A COMPUTER, NOW!"
An elderly clerk wearing a smile-y face patch approached the counter.
"Hello, would you like a toffee?"
"NO! GIVE ME A COMPUTER! NOW!"
"Com.pu.ter?"
"A FILTHY MUGGLE BOX WITH PICTURES"
"A television for mugs?"
"It's something for.uh.happy, not-quite wizards."
His eyes twitched, it was so painful to utter those words. Harry would pay, so would this clerk.
"Oh! You mean a PC?"
"YES!! YES!! GIVE IT TO ME!"
"Alright."
The elderly man left, twenty minutes later, he returned.
"A Post Card. Here you go. It's free."
Voldemort angrily shook his head,
"NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!"
The elderly man's head cocked to the side,
"Do you want a toffee?"
"NO! I WANT A COMPUTER!! GIVE IT TO ME!!"
"Oh, you want a mug?"
"NO!! A COMPUTER, YOU DOLT!"
"Here's a postcard, for free!"
"No, I WANT.Urg, Forget it. Blast Your Eyes, you old fool."
"Yes, I do have glasses on my eyes. Would you like a toffee?"
Voldemort had already left, he continued running, fear evident in his eyes. If he had to live the rest of his life here..he'd rather die.
He saw a large sign that said "This Way To Tommy Riddle's Happy Home For Friendly Folks".
His mind reeled, I'll go there, find my supporters, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.
As he stood in front of his house, his jaw dropped.