That last chapter was just weird. Like what the hell was I thinking? I'll try to make this one a little more convincing than the last one.
Voldemort sat in his chair and waited. He waited for many things, but the thing he wanted most was Harry Potter, who had reduced him to this wretched baby form. He looked like a mere child, when he should really look a evil! Voldemort really needed a break. Killing people was getting harder these days.
Voldemort had many followers, but they all left him when he got drunk at the evil baddies bash last night. Without any followers Voldemort would have to create his almighty evil empire all over again. If only he hadn't chugged that keg.
"What a major hangover!" He said.
Voldemort hopped out of his evil chair and crawled down the evil hall into his evil bedroom. Things were getting harder for Voldemort because he was living with his aunt and uncle.
Then he took out a pad and paper and took a note:
"Kill them when they are sleeping."
"Very good." Voldemort thought to himself.
* * * * *
Back at Hogwarts school of Bitchcraft and Blistering, things were the same every single day. (How did J.K. Rowling actually make the same thing every day interesting?) Oh wait, last Thursday Harry saw Cho in the great hall, today he didn't.
Hermione was still working on the house elves in the kitchen problem. She felt sorry for them, so she made them clothes, toys and even weapons. That might explain the house elf head at the first day.... But still Hermione thought she was doing a good job. Harry and Ron thought she was crazy. The week after the detention Harry got his Playboy back from Dumbledore. Apparently, it had cycled thorugh all of the teachers. Harry locked it in his trunk, and din't look at it again. (Yeah right!)
Harry received a letter the following day, at breakfast time. It was from Playboy magazine, cancelling his subscription.
"Why do things just keep getting worse!" Harry thought.
Just then, Hedwig flew over the Gryffindor table and let one go. It landed right on Harry's head, slided down his face and into his shirt. Then Cho walked by, laughed at Harry and went to tell all of her friends.
"Spoke to soon eh Harry!" Hagrid said.
"Fuck you Hagrid." Harry said in response.
"Im gonna rip you apart!" Hagrid said menacingly.
Harry ran to his room and stayed there. The day passed in a flash (literally) and Ron finally came in for bed.
"Goodnight Harry!" said Ron.
Harry shivered, thinking about Hagrid.
Voldemort sat in his chair and waited. He waited for many things, but the thing he wanted most was Harry Potter, who had reduced him to this wretched baby form. He looked like a mere child, when he should really look a evil! Voldemort really needed a break. Killing people was getting harder these days.
Voldemort had many followers, but they all left him when he got drunk at the evil baddies bash last night. Without any followers Voldemort would have to create his almighty evil empire all over again. If only he hadn't chugged that keg.
"What a major hangover!" He said.
Voldemort hopped out of his evil chair and crawled down the evil hall into his evil bedroom. Things were getting harder for Voldemort because he was living with his aunt and uncle.
Then he took out a pad and paper and took a note:
"Kill them when they are sleeping."
"Very good." Voldemort thought to himself.
* * * * *
Back at Hogwarts school of Bitchcraft and Blistering, things were the same every single day. (How did J.K. Rowling actually make the same thing every day interesting?) Oh wait, last Thursday Harry saw Cho in the great hall, today he didn't.
Hermione was still working on the house elves in the kitchen problem. She felt sorry for them, so she made them clothes, toys and even weapons. That might explain the house elf head at the first day.... But still Hermione thought she was doing a good job. Harry and Ron thought she was crazy. The week after the detention Harry got his Playboy back from Dumbledore. Apparently, it had cycled thorugh all of the teachers. Harry locked it in his trunk, and din't look at it again. (Yeah right!)
Harry received a letter the following day, at breakfast time. It was from Playboy magazine, cancelling his subscription.
"Why do things just keep getting worse!" Harry thought.
Just then, Hedwig flew over the Gryffindor table and let one go. It landed right on Harry's head, slided down his face and into his shirt. Then Cho walked by, laughed at Harry and went to tell all of her friends.
"Spoke to soon eh Harry!" Hagrid said.
"Fuck you Hagrid." Harry said in response.
"Im gonna rip you apart!" Hagrid said menacingly.
Harry ran to his room and stayed there. The day passed in a flash (literally) and Ron finally came in for bed.
"Goodnight Harry!" said Ron.
Harry shivered, thinking about Hagrid.