Voldemort and the common cold

Chapter Five

Author's Note: Sorry I've made no sense to you, the reader.

What do I mean? Well, I did make the characters unrealistic and I added very stupid, stupid, pointless things, didn't I? :P

I'm sorry. *Points to her evil, evil, evil, dying cold.* *Takes a hammer that consists mostly of vitamin C and smashes it into tiny dying bits...*

I don't know if I can make realistic characters though… After all, Death Eaters seem to have only one thing in their mind and I can't find anything else: evil. What if they can't succeed their evil plans?

Remember, there's no plot. It's just that I want Voldemort to suffer from a cold. That's all. If you want to read a story with a plot and a purpose, click on Harry Potter on the top and search for Action/Adventure.

By the way, feel free to throw marshmallows at me or review with criticism. Compliments are also accepted. Thanks to preety-lady-serenity and Draugiks, plus everyone else who reviewed.

ANYWAY!! To the pointless, plot-less, weird STORY!

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Voldemort was in bed again, staring at the clock that was on his nightstand. It has been a while after the owl. It wasn't two o'clock yet though. 'One-thirty, come on… I'm growing impatient!' Voldemort thought to himself. He grabbed a napkin and sneezed on it. Suddenly, Bellatrix came in.

"Good afternoon," said Bellatrix, holding a tray of non-muggle soup with crackers. However, little did Voldemort know, she was plotting something very evil, and unlike Voldemort's last plan, her plan was going to work.

"Afternoon," Voldemort said flatly and simply.

"Nacrissa sent this yesterday," said Bellatrix. She put the tray on Voldemort's nightstand.

"Good."

"Enjoy it, sir," said Bellatrix, who left and shut the door behind her.

Voldemort grabbed the tray and ate some of his soup. After one bite, his tongue burned with unbearable pain.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he screamed.

He ran out of his bedroom, raced to the lounge, and got himself a cup of water. He kept on refilling the water again and again with a pitcher. Wormtail and Bellatrix stared at him. Soon the pitcher was empty, so Voldemort got an ice cube from the freezer and put it in his mouth. Surprisingly, the ice cube melted in a matter of seconds. He panicked as he got more ice cubes and put them in his mouth, one by one.

"Drink this," Bellatrix said, smiling evilly. She handed him a cup of clear, blue liquid. Unfortunately, Voldemort didn't notice how strange the liquid looked or tasted. At least his tongue stopped burning, but then a few pimples sprouted on his face. He didn't notice the pimples either.

"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THAT SOUP?!?!" shouted Voldemort.

"Crackers?" said Bellatrix.

"What the hell was in the crackers?" snapped Voldmort.

"Umm… I don't know. Maybe the soup was just boiling hot," said Bellatrix.

"Oh, yeah, sure and -"

"Sir! Calm down. Go back to bed," Bella said.

"But… I could of sworn that the ice -"

"Sir, you must have been in shock or something. Back to bed."

Voldemort opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it. He left the lounge, giving up.

"Bella… You're insane," said Wormtail.

Bellatrix laughed, "I know I'm insane, and I love it!"

"What happened?" said a voice at the entrance of the lounge. Lucius Malfoy was there.

"Oh! Hello Luci, did you get the potion?"

There was a short silence, and then Lucius said, "Bella, if you call me Luci again, I'll kill you," with a serious tone.

"It was just a joke. Besides, everyone calls me 'Bella,' why can't I call you 'Luci'?"

"Maybe because… Oh, it sounds like a girl," said Lucius with a bit of sarcasm, "and yes, I did get the potion."

"Great! I'll give it to him!' said Bellatrix, now standing up.

"Hold it," snapped Lucius, "Wormtail will give it to him. After all, he seems to know what he's doing around here."

Wormtail nodded a bit and Lucius gave him the potion.

"Good bye," said Lucius. With that, he vanished.

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Veld: I think it just needs one more chapter. I already thought of a humorous (if it's going to be :P) ending. By the way, the reason why Bellatrix plotted against her master was revenge for the black feathers.

Yes, stupid, but oh well. I'm not going to leave my story unfinished. Stubborn me. Later…