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"A FIREBOLT!! YESH!" shouted Voldemort, "Now I can fly the heck outta here!"
He grabbed the Firebolt and ran downstairs. Uncle Veron was there.
"What do you think you're doing?" he said.
"Who are you?" said the fake Harry.
"You know who I am, boy."
"No, I don't."
"I'm not in the mood for games."
"I'm not playing any games."
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"STOP TALKING!"
Voldemort took a step back from the yelling. That person knew how to yell really, really loud.
"Sorry," hissed Voldemort. For some reason he didn't like saying sorry to anyone. He felt like a child when he did so.
Well, he's a child now.
"Um, sir, can I step out for some air?" he said.
"Oh, yeah, get out for all I care! Enough floating desserts, pig tails and flying cars for one day! Darn it, why don't you slam into a brick wall?" replied Veron hatefully.
If Voldemort had a wand right now, he would turn that guy into a brick wall.
"Whatever," said Voldemort lazily, not bothering to do anything since he didn't have a wand. Finally, he went outside and found a place to fly without being seen by muggles.
It been a long time since he mounted on his broom. One time, in his first year at Hogwarts, he mounted on a broom, but then it started to whack his head. He actually flew on one for the first time… but then it nearly killed him. On his third year he gave up completely and thought the broom as a stupid toy. Now, he was about to fly on one, once again. What was the broom going to do this time?
"Okay, you can do this, you can do this…" said Voldemort to himself.
He mounted on a broom, kick off the ground, flew into a tree.
"OOOWWWW!!!!"
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Harry, once again, was in the same, dusty, old, bedroom…. How boring. He was always the heroic Hogwarts student, but now, he couldn't even see a thing. If he only had his glasses…. Wait a minute, there was a wand next to him. Yes, he recognized the blurry stick.. He could summon his glasses! He grabbed the wand and said the magic words.
"Accio Glasses!"
It took quite a while for it to come but it came! He put his glasses on and saw the room much better.
Well, he was in a gothic-like place.
The walls were painted gray, the furniture was all black, the bed was black and green, and there was a bunch of floating candles… with black-colored wax and green flames. It was like a Slytherin's dream bed room. There was a bunch of objects that were unknown to Harry. Though, he saw a lot of books that mostly seemed to be related to jinxes, hexes and charms.
"Weird," he muttered.
There was a knock on the door.
"What?" said Harry, taking his glasses off.
"Master, are you hungry?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, um, I have some Chinese."
"Chinese?"
"Yeah, is that bad?"
"Uh, no."
"Okay then, I'll be back with some food."
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"SEE LUCIUS??? SEE!?! I TOLD YOU!!" shouted Wormtail.
"I don't believe it, Potter? Here?" said Lucius.
Bellatrix gave out a snort, "as if the dark lord wanted Chinese…"
"What should we do?" said Wormtail.
"Easy, we'll take the imposter as a prisioner," yawned Bellatrix.
"Uh… Brilliant!" said Wormtail.
"What about the original dark lord?" asked Lucius.
"Uh… Um… Well… Hey, I thought you were the genius! What am I, the Leader?" said Bellatrix nervously.
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"Ow…. Ow… OW!!!"
Voldemort was too busy picking pointy, sharp, leaves from his head. He wasn't sure if he was going to try to fly again. Maybe he should find Harry's wand and Apparate.
"Ow."
That's a good idea.
"Ow."
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A/N : Ah yes, another chapter… Oh, wait, this one is longer! Awsome.
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