Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything relating to it. I do
however own any characters you have not heard of before in the books. I
also do not own Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" it was my inspiration...
thankyou Charlie.
A/N: Hello I am back once more! Do you like this story? Does it make you laugh? I'm not sure if this chapter will, because my sugar level is on low. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- 2. THE GHOST OF THE PAST
Bong
Voldermort's eyes snapped open.
Bong
He sat up with a start as the clock chimed 10 more times. It was midnight. As the last chime resonated throughout the lowly shack everything went deadly silent, event the rousing chorus of garbage dump hobos signing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" silenced. Voldermort sat in the silence for a minute. Then several more. Nothing. There was no ghost. With a sigh of relief and satisfaction, he sank back into his chair.
Suddenly the door swung open from behind him and a exhausted squeaky voice sang out: "Sorry, I'm late. Damn Potter had everyone panicking about Weasley being bitten by a snake."
Startled Voldermort turned in his chair to see what looked like a tall fairy.
She was wearing luminous pink robes, a glittering star wand in her hands. A mop of black shoulder length and rather lanky hair covered her face, revealing a protruding hooked nose...
"SNAPE?!" shrieked Voldermort in horror, "IS THAT YOU?"
"Err... no" babbled Snape in a nervous high pitched voice.
After an awkward and accusing silence, Snape cleared his voice and began to speak in his bizarre girl-like squeaky voice.
"Hello, I am the Ghost of the Past," he curtseyed, "I shall take you back to the past so you can see your first ever murder."
Voldermort smiled curiously. His first ever murder, that took him back. He couldn't even remember who his first lucky victim was.
"If I may," asked Snape reluctantly offering his hand, as if he was having an inner conflict. He waved his ridiculously elaborate wand.
"Timus Pastus Portus"
With those magic word, the room became a blur of magically seventies fluoro flowers, dancing with rainbows. Then Voldermort realised it was only the Teli-tubbies video on T.V that he was...err...accessing.... With haste he turned it off. As soon as that task was completed, Voldermort felt himself being lifted high in the air. Then he was falling, falling, falling... SMACK.
He landed face first into the ground, whilst Snape landed elegantly on his feet. Spitting dust from his mouth, Voldermort raised himself as well as his eyebrows. He was in a children's playground.
"Do you recognise this place?" asked Snape with amusement.
"I don't know you tell me fairy boy," snapped Voldermort.
"Hey I didn't volunteer for this you know!" snapped Snape in return.
Voldermort concentrated on the park... it was his orphanage kindergarten. As he informed Snape of this briskly, Snape seemed to be struggling to stifle a laugh.
He walked with Snape through the playground, amongst the squealing and giggling children, who were not even noticing their existence. An infant, chubby boy with short black hair was playing with a brightly coloured ball. His two blue eyes glittered as the ball returned to him loyally after him casting it to the ground. It was Tom Riddle, Voldermort's younger self.
"He won't be able to see you!" said Snape suddenly in a dramatic voice, needlessly restraining the still Voldermort.
Tom continued to play with the ball, laughing at the mystery of it. Simple things entertain simple minds. Voldermort's eyes keenly followed the balls progress, to the confused look of Snape. He was suddenly interrupted when the ball hit a stone and bounced away. Tom turned and ran after it as fast as his little legs could take him. As the ball tried to outrun Tom, it landed at the feet of a stocky, big gorilla-like boy. With a sneer he picked up the ball, and in front of the boys eyes popped it with his bare hands.
"S' that yours?" he asked cruelly.
With a pout Tom began to whimper. The gorilla boys smile broadened. In tears Tom raised his hands. "WADI WASI!!!" A spell shot out of his hands and hit the gorilla boy square it the face. Promptly a pink blur whizzed out of nowhere and shot up his nose. He recoiled clutching his nose, tears brimming his eyes. "Der's gumb upb by nosb" he snorted desperately at his friends.
But no-one heard him as they were all too busy goggling the screaming Tom.
"What's wrong ickle Tomikins?" asked a snivelling sly boy sarcastically.
Without a word Tom turned at the boy.
"ADVERA KEDAVERA!!"
The boy dropped dead to the horrified squeal of the children.
A tear met Voldermort's eye. His bouncy ball was broken. His poor little ball. He remembered it even though it was 50 years ago.
Snape backed away slowly form the blubbering Evil Lord.
Little Tom turned to the children. "Now brats listen up. Nothing happened here got it? The dead kid was attacked by Barney the dinosaur ok." The children gave each other suspicious looks. "I'll give you all some candy!" The suspicious looks turned into determined and agreeing nods. "Oh yeah, and if you want you can join my evil gang I'm startin' up. Called the Candy Eaters."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- A/N: And there you have it the end of Voldermort's past. Short, yet amusing. I hope you liked it. Review and tell me what you think. Did you like this chapter? Did it stink like blue cheese? Let me know!
A/N: Hello I am back once more! Do you like this story? Does it make you laugh? I'm not sure if this chapter will, because my sugar level is on low. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- 2. THE GHOST OF THE PAST
Bong
Voldermort's eyes snapped open.
Bong
He sat up with a start as the clock chimed 10 more times. It was midnight. As the last chime resonated throughout the lowly shack everything went deadly silent, event the rousing chorus of garbage dump hobos signing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" silenced. Voldermort sat in the silence for a minute. Then several more. Nothing. There was no ghost. With a sigh of relief and satisfaction, he sank back into his chair.
Suddenly the door swung open from behind him and a exhausted squeaky voice sang out: "Sorry, I'm late. Damn Potter had everyone panicking about Weasley being bitten by a snake."
Startled Voldermort turned in his chair to see what looked like a tall fairy.
She was wearing luminous pink robes, a glittering star wand in her hands. A mop of black shoulder length and rather lanky hair covered her face, revealing a protruding hooked nose...
"SNAPE?!" shrieked Voldermort in horror, "IS THAT YOU?"
"Err... no" babbled Snape in a nervous high pitched voice.
After an awkward and accusing silence, Snape cleared his voice and began to speak in his bizarre girl-like squeaky voice.
"Hello, I am the Ghost of the Past," he curtseyed, "I shall take you back to the past so you can see your first ever murder."
Voldermort smiled curiously. His first ever murder, that took him back. He couldn't even remember who his first lucky victim was.
"If I may," asked Snape reluctantly offering his hand, as if he was having an inner conflict. He waved his ridiculously elaborate wand.
"Timus Pastus Portus"
With those magic word, the room became a blur of magically seventies fluoro flowers, dancing with rainbows. Then Voldermort realised it was only the Teli-tubbies video on T.V that he was...err...accessing.... With haste he turned it off. As soon as that task was completed, Voldermort felt himself being lifted high in the air. Then he was falling, falling, falling... SMACK.
He landed face first into the ground, whilst Snape landed elegantly on his feet. Spitting dust from his mouth, Voldermort raised himself as well as his eyebrows. He was in a children's playground.
"Do you recognise this place?" asked Snape with amusement.
"I don't know you tell me fairy boy," snapped Voldermort.
"Hey I didn't volunteer for this you know!" snapped Snape in return.
Voldermort concentrated on the park... it was his orphanage kindergarten. As he informed Snape of this briskly, Snape seemed to be struggling to stifle a laugh.
He walked with Snape through the playground, amongst the squealing and giggling children, who were not even noticing their existence. An infant, chubby boy with short black hair was playing with a brightly coloured ball. His two blue eyes glittered as the ball returned to him loyally after him casting it to the ground. It was Tom Riddle, Voldermort's younger self.
"He won't be able to see you!" said Snape suddenly in a dramatic voice, needlessly restraining the still Voldermort.
Tom continued to play with the ball, laughing at the mystery of it. Simple things entertain simple minds. Voldermort's eyes keenly followed the balls progress, to the confused look of Snape. He was suddenly interrupted when the ball hit a stone and bounced away. Tom turned and ran after it as fast as his little legs could take him. As the ball tried to outrun Tom, it landed at the feet of a stocky, big gorilla-like boy. With a sneer he picked up the ball, and in front of the boys eyes popped it with his bare hands.
"S' that yours?" he asked cruelly.
With a pout Tom began to whimper. The gorilla boys smile broadened. In tears Tom raised his hands. "WADI WASI!!!" A spell shot out of his hands and hit the gorilla boy square it the face. Promptly a pink blur whizzed out of nowhere and shot up his nose. He recoiled clutching his nose, tears brimming his eyes. "Der's gumb upb by nosb" he snorted desperately at his friends.
But no-one heard him as they were all too busy goggling the screaming Tom.
"What's wrong ickle Tomikins?" asked a snivelling sly boy sarcastically.
Without a word Tom turned at the boy.
"ADVERA KEDAVERA!!"
The boy dropped dead to the horrified squeal of the children.
A tear met Voldermort's eye. His bouncy ball was broken. His poor little ball. He remembered it even though it was 50 years ago.
Snape backed away slowly form the blubbering Evil Lord.
Little Tom turned to the children. "Now brats listen up. Nothing happened here got it? The dead kid was attacked by Barney the dinosaur ok." The children gave each other suspicious looks. "I'll give you all some candy!" The suspicious looks turned into determined and agreeing nods. "Oh yeah, and if you want you can join my evil gang I'm startin' up. Called the Candy Eaters."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------- A/N: And there you have it the end of Voldermort's past. Short, yet amusing. I hope you liked it. Review and tell me what you think. Did you like this chapter? Did it stink like blue cheese? Let me know!