RPM4: Though we still try deeply to get the rights to Harry Potter we
haven't succeed - YET! Lucky us!
I had trouble writing this chapter so don't kill me if it's bad!.
Thanks to everyone whoe reviewed.
Chapter 4: 4 Sale
FOR SALE: 1 Hell has Frozen over, 1 Harry Potter Scar, 1000000000000000000000000 RPM's.
Inquire at front desk. Anyway let's get on with the story.
Lord Voldemort sat at his computer desk with a lighting bolt-shaped scar in his palm. He then placed the scar in a glass bottle and typed out an advertisement.
~ One lightning bolt-shaped scar for sale. Former owner - Harry Potter. Auction to be held at Malfoy Manor. ~ Once the advertisement had been approved Voldemort leaned back in his chair, an evil smirk on his face.
"Those pathetic, sniveling Muggles will soon meet their deserved end. Then he swooped from the room, cackling evilly.
^Malfoy Manor 1 hr before the auction.^
The audience watches with anticipation. Everyone is wondering how Voldemort will meet his end tonight but I personally don't feel like telling. I haven't even finished a page yet. Almost there. Hee Hee.
So the audience is watching with anticipation. Lucky buggers. In the Auction Room floated four people who were putting up decorations.
One wore a long cloak with a hood. You couldn't tell how old they were or anything. The cloak was red.
The latest director walks almost lazily into the room. "What are your three doing here?" he sneers to three of the four.
*I invited them.*
The director looks mad and snaps his fingers. Immediately Sophie, Sidra, and Sara disappear.
*At this point I would say something incredibly evil but I don't want to up the rating.*
"I don't care." The director snaps. *That's fine by me.* The director burst into flames and from the ashes a little midget appears before being stepped on by none other than Voldemort.
*My superior lord. The auction is about to start.* Voldemort smiles at the floating cloak. "Excellent." He whispers. "Brilliant."
He sweeps across the floor and stands on the stage just as the crowd arrives. It's pure chaos. The cloaked figure smirks.
Voldemort pauses and looks disgusted before beginning his great speech.
"Ladies and gentleman. A few nights ago I cam across an artifact that will interest you all. Ladies and gentleman, the lightning bolt-shaped scar of Mr. Harry Potter."
Voldemort pulls the scar from his pocket and as everyone realizes it really is the scar there is a chaotic stampede to get for it.
*Is it just me or has everyone forgotten it's an auction?*
It's just you.
*Oh. Sorry please continue.*
Thank you. As I was saying there was a chaotic stampede to get to the scar. In the middle of it all was. Uncie Voldie!
*How gods damn terrifying.*
Underneath the Muggles Voldemort didn't stand a chance. The audience joined the Muggles and Voldemort was soon crushed to smithereens as the audience proceeded to stomp on him.
*And twelve hours later my life in hell was even more complicated than before.*
***** Be good little goats and review or I'll have to torture you. Hee hee.
I had trouble writing this chapter so don't kill me if it's bad!.
Thanks to everyone whoe reviewed.
Chapter 4: 4 Sale
FOR SALE: 1 Hell has Frozen over, 1 Harry Potter Scar, 1000000000000000000000000 RPM's.
Inquire at front desk. Anyway let's get on with the story.
Lord Voldemort sat at his computer desk with a lighting bolt-shaped scar in his palm. He then placed the scar in a glass bottle and typed out an advertisement.
~ One lightning bolt-shaped scar for sale. Former owner - Harry Potter. Auction to be held at Malfoy Manor. ~ Once the advertisement had been approved Voldemort leaned back in his chair, an evil smirk on his face.
"Those pathetic, sniveling Muggles will soon meet their deserved end. Then he swooped from the room, cackling evilly.
^Malfoy Manor 1 hr before the auction.^
The audience watches with anticipation. Everyone is wondering how Voldemort will meet his end tonight but I personally don't feel like telling. I haven't even finished a page yet. Almost there. Hee Hee.
So the audience is watching with anticipation. Lucky buggers. In the Auction Room floated four people who were putting up decorations.
One wore a long cloak with a hood. You couldn't tell how old they were or anything. The cloak was red.
The latest director walks almost lazily into the room. "What are your three doing here?" he sneers to three of the four.
*I invited them.*
The director looks mad and snaps his fingers. Immediately Sophie, Sidra, and Sara disappear.
*At this point I would say something incredibly evil but I don't want to up the rating.*
"I don't care." The director snaps. *That's fine by me.* The director burst into flames and from the ashes a little midget appears before being stepped on by none other than Voldemort.
*My superior lord. The auction is about to start.* Voldemort smiles at the floating cloak. "Excellent." He whispers. "Brilliant."
He sweeps across the floor and stands on the stage just as the crowd arrives. It's pure chaos. The cloaked figure smirks.
Voldemort pauses and looks disgusted before beginning his great speech.
"Ladies and gentleman. A few nights ago I cam across an artifact that will interest you all. Ladies and gentleman, the lightning bolt-shaped scar of Mr. Harry Potter."
Voldemort pulls the scar from his pocket and as everyone realizes it really is the scar there is a chaotic stampede to get for it.
*Is it just me or has everyone forgotten it's an auction?*
It's just you.
*Oh. Sorry please continue.*
Thank you. As I was saying there was a chaotic stampede to get to the scar. In the middle of it all was. Uncie Voldie!
*How gods damn terrifying.*
Underneath the Muggles Voldemort didn't stand a chance. The audience joined the Muggles and Voldemort was soon crushed to smithereens as the audience proceeded to stomp on him.
*And twelve hours later my life in hell was even more complicated than before.*
***** Be good little goats and review or I'll have to torture you. Hee hee.