Authors' Note: I (SpunkySimmy) have dragged FuriousYak to the computer by
force, which is the only reason this chapter is published..sorry for the
wait, and make sure to check out FY's stories!
Chapter Five: The Harry Potter Museum
Voldemort blinked once, this was not happening. This could not happen. All these happy people, and evil children, and conflicting plots. And now, of all places, he was in the "Harry Potter Museum." He was holding a Harry Potter shaped popsicle, disgusted, he threw it to the ground, but it bounced back with golden heart sprinkles shimmering out of it. And not only was he stuck holding this malignant form of sweet, it had left a picture of Harry Potter on the floor and his hand. It faded away, the sounds of Harry Potter's voice in the distance, for the popsicle began to speak.
"Wow, who doesn't like me? Do you know who I am? Guess? Guess?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and twitched slightly,
"That's right!" It said all too happily, "I'm Harry Potter!" It gave a malignant sort-of grin and a wink. He noticed that all the waving pictures of Harry on the walls grinned at him with a smugness that could've been misinterpreted for gloating. Suddenly, all the pictures flickered, and emitted whispers, almost hisses, of Harry's voice.
i "Ha ha ha.how do you like fanfictions now?"
"How's the wife and kids?"
"Nice hat!"
"Awesome shorts! Pink really does suit you."
"Would you like a toffee?"
"Revenge is mine!" /i
And with the sounds of cheerful laughter in the distance, the voices disappeared, leaving a terrified Tom Riddle crumbled on the ground. A random person, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, just in time to comfort him, did exactly that. Giving him a short pat on the back, and a cheery expression,
"Are you alright?"
Tom recoiled at the man's touch, yet began to relax. This man was just being friendly. And these people, they didn't expect anything of him. They didn't hate him for who he was. They accepted him unconditionally as one of their own. Surprisingly, Tom responded, although slightly confused. But he was starting to get the hang of this, this horrible, plot-conflicting world.
"Uh yes, yes. Why do you ask?"
The man gave a short chuckle, helping Tom up off the ground. Even more surprisingly, Tom let him. Suddenly, the man disappeared as soon as he came. And why were people always disappearing at key climax points? In fact, even the museum had disappeared. He was sitting on a bench swing, in the middle of a flowery garden. This was weird, the flowers smelt.kind of nice, and he was actually rather relaxed.
Harry continued typing frantically, but what if he made a mistake? Like how Voldemort did? He didn't want to kill Voldemort, he wasn't that cruel. But he was cruel enough to want to keep him in there. Suddenly thinking of an idea, he saves the document on the disk. If the file was destroyed, the whole "Happy Land" world would too. And Voldemort would be freed. There was only one thing to do.
"Hedwig, take this disk. Give it to Dumbledore. Hurry."
The snowy white owl flew off into the night, a sudden thud jolted Harry, but that was just Dudley falling off of the chair.again. He heard plates and furniture falling over as well. But still, he had more important things on his mind.
Chapter Five: The Harry Potter Museum
Voldemort blinked once, this was not happening. This could not happen. All these happy people, and evil children, and conflicting plots. And now, of all places, he was in the "Harry Potter Museum." He was holding a Harry Potter shaped popsicle, disgusted, he threw it to the ground, but it bounced back with golden heart sprinkles shimmering out of it. And not only was he stuck holding this malignant form of sweet, it had left a picture of Harry Potter on the floor and his hand. It faded away, the sounds of Harry Potter's voice in the distance, for the popsicle began to speak.
"Wow, who doesn't like me? Do you know who I am? Guess? Guess?"
Voldemort's eyes narrowed and twitched slightly,
"That's right!" It said all too happily, "I'm Harry Potter!" It gave a malignant sort-of grin and a wink. He noticed that all the waving pictures of Harry on the walls grinned at him with a smugness that could've been misinterpreted for gloating. Suddenly, all the pictures flickered, and emitted whispers, almost hisses, of Harry's voice.
i "Ha ha ha.how do you like fanfictions now?"
"How's the wife and kids?"
"Nice hat!"
"Awesome shorts! Pink really does suit you."
"Would you like a toffee?"
"Revenge is mine!" /i
And with the sounds of cheerful laughter in the distance, the voices disappeared, leaving a terrified Tom Riddle crumbled on the ground. A random person, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, just in time to comfort him, did exactly that. Giving him a short pat on the back, and a cheery expression,
"Are you alright?"
Tom recoiled at the man's touch, yet began to relax. This man was just being friendly. And these people, they didn't expect anything of him. They didn't hate him for who he was. They accepted him unconditionally as one of their own. Surprisingly, Tom responded, although slightly confused. But he was starting to get the hang of this, this horrible, plot-conflicting world.
"Uh yes, yes. Why do you ask?"
The man gave a short chuckle, helping Tom up off the ground. Even more surprisingly, Tom let him. Suddenly, the man disappeared as soon as he came. And why were people always disappearing at key climax points? In fact, even the museum had disappeared. He was sitting on a bench swing, in the middle of a flowery garden. This was weird, the flowers smelt.kind of nice, and he was actually rather relaxed.
Harry continued typing frantically, but what if he made a mistake? Like how Voldemort did? He didn't want to kill Voldemort, he wasn't that cruel. But he was cruel enough to want to keep him in there. Suddenly thinking of an idea, he saves the document on the disk. If the file was destroyed, the whole "Happy Land" world would too. And Voldemort would be freed. There was only one thing to do.
"Hedwig, take this disk. Give it to Dumbledore. Hurry."
The snowy white owl flew off into the night, a sudden thud jolted Harry, but that was just Dudley falling off of the chair.again. He heard plates and furniture falling over as well. But still, he had more important things on his mind.