Voldy Moldy's Sensitive Side, Well Sort of.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot.
A/N: Remember, if you don't review, I don't write. So Review Please!
Voldemort was getting tired of being the bad guy and killing people. So he decided to start his life over. He was born to a regular wizarding family. He was named Bill, and all was well until the summer before he was supposed to go to Hogwarts. That is where our story begins.
Everyone made fun of Bill. They called him names such as "Nancy Boy" "Sissy" and so on. He was actually, quite a sissy. (Even more than Neville if you can believe it.) He was in Boy Scouts, which added to his dork factor. He always tucked in his shirt and pulled his pants up way too high. Even the geeks made fun of him. He was getting tired of it. He longed to turn just one of them into a cockroach, but he resisted. He had to remember that he had changed. He had turned away from the life of evil.
Then his letter came from Hogwarts. His parents were so excited. He boarded the Hogwarts Express and waved his parents goodbye. As soon as the train was on it's way, he was having spasms. He was talking to himself. Muttering things like "Must kill". What is happening to me? He thought. Hogwarts was triggering memories of his past life. The train finally stopped and they were at Hogwarts.
He was lead into the Great Hall knowing what was to come next. The Sorting Hat. When it was his turn to be sorted, he walked up to the stool and put the hat on his head. The Sorting Hat was taking a very long time. The hat was taking so much time that it forgot it was actually sorting somebody and it starting humming the tune of the song " La cokarocha." (The Cockroach.) Finally Bill got so impatient he screamed "Will you hurry up already?" The Sorting Hat burst into flames and everyone gasped. Bill couldn't take it anymore, this sensitive stuff wasn't for him. So with a giant cloud of purple dust he aparated away to think of his next plans to kill somebody.
Then after a while Professor McGonagall said, " Okay next." as if nothing had happened at all.
A/N: As you can tell by reading my other stories, I like to write short stories. Plus, because I'm so lazy, I won't update this one either.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot.
A/N: Remember, if you don't review, I don't write. So Review Please!
Voldemort was getting tired of being the bad guy and killing people. So he decided to start his life over. He was born to a regular wizarding family. He was named Bill, and all was well until the summer before he was supposed to go to Hogwarts. That is where our story begins.
Everyone made fun of Bill. They called him names such as "Nancy Boy" "Sissy" and so on. He was actually, quite a sissy. (Even more than Neville if you can believe it.) He was in Boy Scouts, which added to his dork factor. He always tucked in his shirt and pulled his pants up way too high. Even the geeks made fun of him. He was getting tired of it. He longed to turn just one of them into a cockroach, but he resisted. He had to remember that he had changed. He had turned away from the life of evil.
Then his letter came from Hogwarts. His parents were so excited. He boarded the Hogwarts Express and waved his parents goodbye. As soon as the train was on it's way, he was having spasms. He was talking to himself. Muttering things like "Must kill". What is happening to me? He thought. Hogwarts was triggering memories of his past life. The train finally stopped and they were at Hogwarts.
He was lead into the Great Hall knowing what was to come next. The Sorting Hat. When it was his turn to be sorted, he walked up to the stool and put the hat on his head. The Sorting Hat was taking a very long time. The hat was taking so much time that it forgot it was actually sorting somebody and it starting humming the tune of the song " La cokarocha." (The Cockroach.) Finally Bill got so impatient he screamed "Will you hurry up already?" The Sorting Hat burst into flames and everyone gasped. Bill couldn't take it anymore, this sensitive stuff wasn't for him. So with a giant cloud of purple dust he aparated away to think of his next plans to kill somebody.
Then after a while Professor McGonagall said, " Okay next." as if nothing had happened at all.
A/N: As you can tell by reading my other stories, I like to write short stories. Plus, because I'm so lazy, I won't update this one either.