A/N: OK, these chappies go up one after another, because I'm typing them
all up at the same time! Anyway, this is chappie two, by me. The next few
chappies will be up first thing, but after a few we'll have to start
writing them and posting them and stuff. Anyway, here goes..
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Chapter Two: By Pypinyea J. Goodchild
Harry stared at the receiver, as Voldemort continued to ramble on.
"Ronny? Is it you? Or is it Kelly from the pet store? Is my little Foofoo OK?"
Harry made a face of disgust, slammed the phone down on the reciever, ran upstairs, got his quill and ink and began scribbling a letter.
'Ron, I just called Death Eaters Anonomous, and I talked to Voldemort, and he's in love with you! He called you "His favorite sexy, red-headed Weasley"! Ron, I'm about to blow chunks!'
He attached it to Hedwig and sent it out. A few days later, Hedwig returned with the reply from Ron. Harry opened it, expecting a disgusted note.
'Yes, Harry, I am fully aware of that. We have been lovers all Summer. We are expecting the baby on Sunday. No, just trying to scare you, gay people can't have babies. Well, see you later then.'
Harry stared blankly at the note, before shredding it, burning it, and burrying it in the flowers.
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Harry sat in his room one day, staring at the ceiling, barfing every once and a while, when an owl flew in with a frilly pink letter. He opened up the envelope and the letter read:
'You are cordially invited to Lord Voldemort's Birthday Bash on Friday, September seventh. There will be cake, ice cream, candy, party favors, pin the tail on the donkey, and make out rooms. Please try to come. It will be held at the Death Eaters Annonomous Headquarters.'
Harry stared at the letter, quickly picked up the phone, and dialed Death Eaters Annonomous. He pressed one to talk to Veoldemort. An automatic recording says "Hold please." 'Bad to the Bone' begins playing. Harry begins singing with the phone on speaker.
"Hello?" Came Voldemort's voice suddenly. Then he heard Harry. "Harry? Are you RSVPing to my party?"
"Uh.." Harry muttered, "Yes." And he hung up the phone.
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A/N: OK. this story is really strange, but it's really fun. Anyway, I'm gonna type the next chappie now..
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Chapter Two: By Pypinyea J. Goodchild
Harry stared at the receiver, as Voldemort continued to ramble on.
"Ronny? Is it you? Or is it Kelly from the pet store? Is my little Foofoo OK?"
Harry made a face of disgust, slammed the phone down on the reciever, ran upstairs, got his quill and ink and began scribbling a letter.
'Ron, I just called Death Eaters Anonomous, and I talked to Voldemort, and he's in love with you! He called you "His favorite sexy, red-headed Weasley"! Ron, I'm about to blow chunks!'
He attached it to Hedwig and sent it out. A few days later, Hedwig returned with the reply from Ron. Harry opened it, expecting a disgusted note.
'Yes, Harry, I am fully aware of that. We have been lovers all Summer. We are expecting the baby on Sunday. No, just trying to scare you, gay people can't have babies. Well, see you later then.'
Harry stared blankly at the note, before shredding it, burning it, and burrying it in the flowers.
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Harry sat in his room one day, staring at the ceiling, barfing every once and a while, when an owl flew in with a frilly pink letter. He opened up the envelope and the letter read:
'You are cordially invited to Lord Voldemort's Birthday Bash on Friday, September seventh. There will be cake, ice cream, candy, party favors, pin the tail on the donkey, and make out rooms. Please try to come. It will be held at the Death Eaters Annonomous Headquarters.'
Harry stared at the letter, quickly picked up the phone, and dialed Death Eaters Annonomous. He pressed one to talk to Veoldemort. An automatic recording says "Hold please." 'Bad to the Bone' begins playing. Harry begins singing with the phone on speaker.
"Hello?" Came Voldemort's voice suddenly. Then he heard Harry. "Harry? Are you RSVPing to my party?"
"Uh.." Harry muttered, "Yes." And he hung up the phone.
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A/N: OK. this story is really strange, but it's really fun. Anyway, I'm gonna type the next chappie now..