Voldemort felt better. He drank the potion five minutes ago. He stopped sneezing and coughing, but he still sat in bed because he was tired. He was reading a spell book and reviewed some stuff.
The door opened.
"Sir?" asked Wormtail, "How are you feeling?"
"Tired. Yet, the cold died, and I'm feeling A LOT better than before. Tell Bella and Lucius to prepare for 'Operation Kill Harry,'" Voldemort said.
"Uh, sir…"
"What?"
"We can't."
"Why?"
"It's summer," said Wormtail as he closed the door.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" roared Voldemort.
He knew he couldn't attack Harry during the summer, due to strange magic that covered the home of the Dursleys. So he exploded with lots of anger. He threw the spell book at the door. He placed his head in a pillow and cursed loudly, (except for the fact that the pillow muffled the sound.) Then, after three minutes, he blasted everything in his sight with his wand. Afterwards, he lied on his bed, exhausted from the anger.
After everything was quiet and silent, Wormtail came in.
"Maybe you should've tried de-cafe," he said.
The End
Or is it? :D *cackles*
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