Voldemort and the common cold
Chapter Two
It was another morning. Voldemort was still in bed because, first of all, he wasn't a morning person and second, he had a cold, obviously. He didn't want to lay down for too long because his nose would get clogged up and his throat would eventually scream with pain. So, he just sat up and read a horror fiction book.
He couldn't believe that Bellatrix made him stay inside of his room. He would have put an unforgivable curse on her, but he failed earlier this morning.
(*Flashback*)
"Enjoyed your tea, sir?" asked Bellatrix, taking the tray from the nightstand.
"No… CRUC - *ACHOO!* – CO, - *COUGH!* – ugh… Dammit," moaned Voldemort. He accidently sneezed on his wand.
Bellatrix was confused and scared at the same time. Voldemort started blowing on some tissues while she slowly left the room.
(*End of Flashback*)
"Stupid girl…" he muttered, turning to the next page on his book.
~*~*~*~*~
"Wormtail, I think we should stop making the potion," said Bellatrix.
"Why?" asked Wormtail.
"A while ago you-know-who tried to put an unforgivable curse on me."
"He did?"
"Yes. I guess he was mad at me for yelling at him last night."
Wormtail started to drink his coffee again, "Well, you shouldn't have done that."
Bellatrix gave out a silent-like snort, "Well, he was yelling at me."
"Bella, you swore to respect your master."
"I was trying to respect his health! He was moaning about killing Harry Potter when he's sick as a – well, I'm not sure what but he's sick!"
Wormtail thought a bit and said, "Well, if you're that worried about his health then we should continue the potion."
"Ugh, fine," muttered Bella.
~*~*~*~*~
It has been about 40 minutes since Wormtail's and Bellatrix's conversation. Voldemort was done with the book and started to get bored. He had a lot to do on his to-do list, (killing Potter, torturing Bella, etc.), but he couldn't do them. Bellatrix somehow locked the door from outside so Voldemort wouldn't get out and hunt her down. So he just sat there and thought about pointless thoughts.
However, five minutes later, he was sick of thinking about pointless thoughts and tried to find something else to do. I'm starving, he thought.
"BELLA!!! – *COUGH!* – BELLATRIX!! I need something to EAT!! *COUGH!!*" shouted Voldemort. He didn't get any response.
He pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorus!" Now his voice was ten times louder.
"BELLATRIX!! COME HERE!! I NEED SOME FOOD!!!!" he yelled, ending with a few coughs. Afterwards, he dispelled the spell.
Bellatrix ran to the door and opened it. "Master! You nearly tore this house down!!" she snapped.
"I could use some soup, with crackers… *Cough!*" said Voldemort.
"Okay, I'll be right back," muttered Bella. She walked out of the room.
~*~*~*~*~
Bellatrix came back five minutes later with some soup and gave Voldemort some crackers to put in it.
"Bella, there's one thing I don't understand. It took you an hour to make the tea, -"
"Fifteen minutes," corrected Bellatrix.
"Well, okay, fifteen minutes, whatever, but it took you five minutes to make SOUP?!?" said Voldemort. "Are you testing my patience Bella? It should've taken you longer to make soup!!"
"It was canned soup, sir," said Bellatrix.
"Canned?"
"Yes, canned, now if you would excuse -"
"You didn't bring muggle food into this building, did you??" snapped Voldemort.
Bellatrix backed away, "N-No, I wouldn't dare!"
"You're lying."
"Okay, okay, I did. How else do you expect us to get food? Go straight into Diagon Alley??"
"You could just ask Nacrissa or someone else Bella…"
Bellatrix was now silent.
"Also, if you DARE to bring muggle food into this building again I'LL SERIOUSLY KILL YOU!!!" shouted Voldemort, angerily.
The Death Eater ran out of the room, and Voldemort started coughing again.
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Veld, the author: Thanks for reading this again. Hope you enjoyed it. :D
P.S. If something doesn't seem right, blame my cold. Remember that these chapters are inspired by a real cold. :/