Voldemort and the common cold

Chapter Four

Before the two Death Eaters got out of the room, Voldemort told them to make sure they drink the potion in front of him when they came back. He was hoping it was going to be funny or entertaining in a horrid way. The Death Eaters were in the lounge now, looking at the potion. Bellatrix poured some in a cup and poured some for Wormtail.

"You know, this is stupid, I think Voldemort should drink this," said Bellatrix.

Even though they both thought it was stupid to drink a messed up potion, they went back to Voldemort's room anyway. Voldemort sat in bed and watched them with an evil, evil smile. The two Death Eaters drank the potion.

"UGH!! This tastes horrible!" spat Bellatrix. Voldemort was already laughing.

Wormtail felt like going to the bathroom and throw – Well, that's enough information. He had his hand over his mouth.

"You can go Wormtail," said Voldemort. The Dark Lord laughed but then started coughing again. After he stopped coughing he realized that nothing happened to Bellatrix. She just stood there and winced because of the flavour.

"Aww, Bellatrix, it was only a messed up potion," said Voldemort sarcastically.

"Really, master? IT TASTED LIKE SOUR MILK WITH DIRT IN IT!!" shouted Bella. However, Voldemort started laughing evilly again.

Ten seconds later, Bellatrix sprouted black feathers from her butt. Voldemort laughed harder and fell off the bed.

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"I'll have my revenge… HEAR ME?!?" shouted Bellatrix as she entered the Death Eater Lounge.

"I hear you," said Wormtail, getting the new wizard coffee. He sat at a table.

Ten seconds afterwards, the feathers grew longer. Bella tried to hide her anger. She sat next to Wormtail.

"Don't yell, it'll only make it worse," he said.

"It happened to you too?"

Wormtail showed the feathers, "I was cursing too loud in the bathroom."

Bella couldn't help but giggled.

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It was another beautiful morning… Well, Voldemort thought it was hideous but oh well.

He sent an owl to Lucius last night, stating that he couldn't get rid of his cold with Bellatrix and Wormtail being idiots. The cold was getting worse in fact. He was waiting for a reply and hoping it would come this morning or as soon as possible. Suddenly, an owl was pecking at the window. Voldemort opened the window and the owl came in. He opened the letter that read:

Dark Lord,

You should really get a house elf. However, then again, I will send you a potion. I'll be there around two o'clock.

Best wishes,

Lucius Malfoy

YES!! FINALLY, thought Voldemort. He was so happy that he threw the letter behind his back and jumped up and down. However, he started coughing right after that. Then he sneezed, etc.

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Veld, the author: Two chapters in one day. O_O; Wow. Let me snoozle a bit now…