NOTE!
One, thanks !@#$%^&*()_+ for bringing me well over 100 reviews, and two,
Now that vacation is over, I probably won't get to submit 2-3+ chapters a day. Sorry, thought I had ABSOLUTELY no life, didn't ya'?
But I will try my hardest to submit one a day, and if I get the chance, more!
THE NOTE IS OVER!
Also, it seems like I have received my VERY FIRST flame, from Chavalah Maresca, a jealous writer whose stories have no reviews (His name's under reviews from chapter one). I don't really care about the flame, but I do feel kind of sorry for him. Be dears and send a review to one of his stories, 'kay?
Okay, time to write!
Now onward!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harr[y] [Po]tt[e]r[!]
***
Harry pinched himself very, very firmly.
He didn't wake up.
He pinched himself again.
Nope.
He pinched himself as hard as he could, seventeen times.
Nope, again.
He tried screaming.
"Potter, what's all of the fuss!?" asked Voldemort, in his same high- pitched, cold voice.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
The rest of the class turned to Harry.
"DON'T YOU SEE!?" screamed Harry. "THIS IS VOLDEMORT!!!"
The whole class fell into a hush, and shuddered, including Voldemort himself.
"My... Potter, you must be mistaken!"
"THIS IS CRAZY!!! DOESN'T ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT THIS IS VOLDEMORT!?"
The whole class shuddered again, and then looked at Harry like he was crazy.
"T-that can't be You-Know-Who!" said Pavarti, shivering. "Harry, are you okay? T-that's not You-Know-Who!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" screamed Harry. He gestured to Voldemort's snakelike face. "L-look! He has a snakelike face!"
"So do many people!" said Dean.
"HE PRACTICALLY HAS SLITS FOR EYES!"
"My Grandma does." Said Seamus.
"HE- whoa, Seamus, too much information. BUT HIS SKIN IS JUST ABOUT CHALK-WHITE!!! HE HAS LONG FINGERS! HIS VOICE IS HIGH-PITCHED AND COLD! MY SCAR'S BEEN TINGLING FOR THE PAST DAY, (though I didn't notice it)! AND HE KNEW MY NAME WITHOUT EVER MEETING ME BEFORE! HE'S VOLDEMORT!!!"
The whole class met Harry's words with a dead silence.
"B-but... Harry... it can't be..." said Hermione.
"WHAT!? WHY NOT!?" screamed Harry.
"Because..." said Ron.
"BECAUSE WHY!?"
"Because... of the Tiara on his head!"
"WHAAT!? HOW DOES THAT MAKE A DIFFERENCE!?"
"Well... You-Know-Who never wears a Tiara!"
Harry was struck dumb at this statement. "T-tiara...? FORGET THE TIARA!!!"
"Sorry, Harry," said Hermione, "But Professor Spring wears a tiara. Voldemort doesn't. Professor Spring can't be Voldemort."
"Yes, Potter." Said Voldemort. "I'm afraid that the confrontations you've had with the Dark Lord must have racked your nerves a bit. I assure you, I am not Vol- er, You-Know-Who."
Harry just glared at Voldemort. He could not believe he was talking with him like this, in this situation. If Voldemort ever came anywhere near this school, Dumbledore should have caught him right away! Dumbledore wouldn't be fooled...
And then Harry remembered the "laundry" incident, and lost all of his confidence in Dumbledore.
That meant that Harry had to expose Voldemort for who he was. "Take off your tiara." He said.
Voldemort looked taken aback. "Er... what tiara?"
"THE ONE ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!:
"Er, I can't." said Voldemort. "Religious reasons."
"WHAT RELIGION!?!"
"Er, good question!"
"JUST TAKE THE BLOODY THING OFF!" shouted Harry, trying to leap at Voldemort. But Ron restrained him.
"Harry, it's the man's religion! You can't take it off!"
Harry just glared at Ron. And then he glared at the rest of the class.
"Do you really believe that he's NOT Voldemort?"
The whole class shuddered, and then nodded.
"YOU... OH MY GOSH, YOU ARE ALL IDIOTS!" screamed Harry.
He bolted out of the classroom. The class fell into silence, yet again.
And then Harry bolted back in, trying to take the tiara off. But luckily, Ron was there to stop him. Harry just grumbled, and stalked back out.
And then he rushed back in a second time for a third attempt, but he had no better success.
***
Harry sat at his table at breakfast the next day, never taking his eyes off of Voldemort, causing him to spill soup on himself five times.
"Harry," asked Hermione, "do you still believe that Spring is-?"
"Yes." Said Harry. "And today, I have a plan to prove it!"
"ANOTHER plan?" asked Ron.
"YES!" shouted Harry. "Now shut up and I'll tell you about it!"
***
Oh boy, another plan from the Master, Harry! Next chapter, we find out what it is!
Review.
One, thanks !@#$%^&*()_+ for bringing me well over 100 reviews, and two,
Now that vacation is over, I probably won't get to submit 2-3+ chapters a day. Sorry, thought I had ABSOLUTELY no life, didn't ya'?
But I will try my hardest to submit one a day, and if I get the chance, more!
THE NOTE IS OVER!
Also, it seems like I have received my VERY FIRST flame, from Chavalah Maresca, a jealous writer whose stories have no reviews (His name's under reviews from chapter one). I don't really care about the flame, but I do feel kind of sorry for him. Be dears and send a review to one of his stories, 'kay?
Okay, time to write!
Now onward!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harr[y] [Po]tt[e]r[!]
***
Harry pinched himself very, very firmly.
He didn't wake up.
He pinched himself again.
Nope.
He pinched himself as hard as he could, seventeen times.
Nope, again.
He tried screaming.
"Potter, what's all of the fuss!?" asked Voldemort, in his same high- pitched, cold voice.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
The rest of the class turned to Harry.
"DON'T YOU SEE!?" screamed Harry. "THIS IS VOLDEMORT!!!"
The whole class fell into a hush, and shuddered, including Voldemort himself.
"My... Potter, you must be mistaken!"
"THIS IS CRAZY!!! DOESN'T ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT THIS IS VOLDEMORT!?"
The whole class shuddered again, and then looked at Harry like he was crazy.
"T-that can't be You-Know-Who!" said Pavarti, shivering. "Harry, are you okay? T-that's not You-Know-Who!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" screamed Harry. He gestured to Voldemort's snakelike face. "L-look! He has a snakelike face!"
"So do many people!" said Dean.
"HE PRACTICALLY HAS SLITS FOR EYES!"
"My Grandma does." Said Seamus.
"HE- whoa, Seamus, too much information. BUT HIS SKIN IS JUST ABOUT CHALK-WHITE!!! HE HAS LONG FINGERS! HIS VOICE IS HIGH-PITCHED AND COLD! MY SCAR'S BEEN TINGLING FOR THE PAST DAY, (though I didn't notice it)! AND HE KNEW MY NAME WITHOUT EVER MEETING ME BEFORE! HE'S VOLDEMORT!!!"
The whole class met Harry's words with a dead silence.
"B-but... Harry... it can't be..." said Hermione.
"WHAT!? WHY NOT!?" screamed Harry.
"Because..." said Ron.
"BECAUSE WHY!?"
"Because... of the Tiara on his head!"
"WHAAT!? HOW DOES THAT MAKE A DIFFERENCE!?"
"Well... You-Know-Who never wears a Tiara!"
Harry was struck dumb at this statement. "T-tiara...? FORGET THE TIARA!!!"
"Sorry, Harry," said Hermione, "But Professor Spring wears a tiara. Voldemort doesn't. Professor Spring can't be Voldemort."
"Yes, Potter." Said Voldemort. "I'm afraid that the confrontations you've had with the Dark Lord must have racked your nerves a bit. I assure you, I am not Vol- er, You-Know-Who."
Harry just glared at Voldemort. He could not believe he was talking with him like this, in this situation. If Voldemort ever came anywhere near this school, Dumbledore should have caught him right away! Dumbledore wouldn't be fooled...
And then Harry remembered the "laundry" incident, and lost all of his confidence in Dumbledore.
That meant that Harry had to expose Voldemort for who he was. "Take off your tiara." He said.
Voldemort looked taken aback. "Er... what tiara?"
"THE ONE ON THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!:
"Er, I can't." said Voldemort. "Religious reasons."
"WHAT RELIGION!?!"
"Er, good question!"
"JUST TAKE THE BLOODY THING OFF!" shouted Harry, trying to leap at Voldemort. But Ron restrained him.
"Harry, it's the man's religion! You can't take it off!"
Harry just glared at Ron. And then he glared at the rest of the class.
"Do you really believe that he's NOT Voldemort?"
The whole class shuddered, and then nodded.
"YOU... OH MY GOSH, YOU ARE ALL IDIOTS!" screamed Harry.
He bolted out of the classroom. The class fell into silence, yet again.
And then Harry bolted back in, trying to take the tiara off. But luckily, Ron was there to stop him. Harry just grumbled, and stalked back out.
And then he rushed back in a second time for a third attempt, but he had no better success.
***
Harry sat at his table at breakfast the next day, never taking his eyes off of Voldemort, causing him to spill soup on himself five times.
"Harry," asked Hermione, "do you still believe that Spring is-?"
"Yes." Said Harry. "And today, I have a plan to prove it!"
"ANOTHER plan?" asked Ron.
"YES!" shouted Harry. "Now shut up and I'll tell you about it!"
***
Oh boy, another plan from the Master, Harry! Next chapter, we find out what it is!
Review.