The Wizard's Duel
As Pettigrew ran into the forest (Harry following him), he stumbled on a tree root, and tripped, running right into Voldie. Voldemort fell backwards, hit his head on a tree branch, and tumbled into a bush. Peter landed quite comfortably on Voldie's pillow, and smiling, sat up unharmed. Muttering crossly, Voldemort stood up. But before his words were audible, Pettigrew sprang up, face lighting as if he had just gotten the idea of the century. He started to talk and Voldemort looked at him even more crossly than he'd been looking at the ground.
"You know I haven't always been an idiot," Pettigrew declared thoughtfully.
Voldie stared at Pettigrew in what seemed to be stark surprise.
"At one time - before I joined you that is -I was a nice, caring person - a little cowardly, yes..." Peter gnawed on his lip, "But otherwise, an all around nice guy..." He ended, quite completely ignoring Voldemort, who was staring at him, a look of horror on his face.
Pettigrew paused, seemed to think for a while and, he started to speak again.
"You know," he squeaked triumphantly, "I think you've been a bad influence on me."
Voldemort snorted derisively. "Yes, of course, I'm sur - WHAT!"
Peter looked up, a bemused look on his face. "Hmm?" he said absently.
"W - H - A - T." Voldie spelled explosively, "What!?"
"What? What?" said Pettigrew.
Voldemort suddenly screamed - "Why did I ever take this pitiful creature into my service!?!?!? He's more bloody trouble than he's worth... Aaaaaah!"
Pettigrew looked up at the Dark Lord, on his face a glow of utter surprise and admiration.
"You mean..." he began tentatively, "I am troublesome?!?! I've caused you trouble!? Am I finally mischievous!!!" he exclaimed loudly...VERY LOUDLY.
"James and Sirius would be so proud of me..." he whispered sadly.
"Good grief." Voldemort hissed, rolling his eyes.
Harry suddenly entered the clearing, gasping for breath, dragging a terribly forlorn looking pillow behind.
"It's about time!" Voldemort said, turning to a digital watch on his wrist. "You are ...hmm...exactly thirty seconds late."
Harry blinked, glanced about - and narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing with a muggle watch?" he demanded suspiciously between gasps.
Voldemort raised his eyebrows, looked down at the watch - and suddenly buried his hands in his pockets.
"YOU HATE MUGGLES...HA HA...AND YOU HAVE A ...HA HA HA ...MUGGLE ... HEE...WAT - OORP."
Voldemort threw his pillow into Harry's stomach (not literally).
A small, curly-haired girl then walked into the clearing. She walked up to Voldemort, her eyes wide and innocent -
"Good day to you, sir," she said politely.
Voldemort was lost for words...no one had ever addressed him like that before. Never. Lord and Master and Fool and Evil...but... The little girl walked around behind him until she was facing his back. She squinted closely and then... BANG! her foot connected squarely with his rear-end.
"ARGH!" Voldemort said; he had tears in his eyes; he'd thought the little girl had respected and cared for him, but he'd been wrong...
"Good day to you, sir." The little girl said, and vanished.
"But - it's after midnight isn't it, "Peter said, "So, I mean to say, it's not day at all, and -" "SHUT UP PETTIGREW!" Voldemort snapped furiously.
"My mouth?" squeaked Pettigrew.
"YES, Pettigrew." Voldemort growled.
"Well, um...let's start our pillow-fight," Harry said.
"All right..." Voldie agreed, "But I warn, I won 2nd prize in the Slytherin Annual Pillow Fight, when I attended Hogwarts."
"Who won 1st?" Harry said curiously.
"Huh? Oh well...I - ahem, you see..." Voldemort stuttered.
"Well?"
"Oh...well, all right...Some kid named Rose Banderen." Voldie admitted.
"A girl beat you?!?!? A girl beat you - "Harry gasped, "The mighty Lord Voldie - beaten by a girl - hee hee -"
SWOOSH! Voldemort's pillow whistled over Harry's head.
"Whoa!" Harry yelled as he dodged.
Pettigrew started dancing around the clearing, chanting - "Voldie! VOLDIE! He's our man - if he can't do it...HARRY CAN! Yahoo!" Voldemort paused and turned, "Please Pettigrew...SHUT UP and do us all a favor." and then as an afterthought, "But if you think you might annoy Potter, then continue plea -" Unfortunately, he was interrupted - "Aaaah!" He yelled as Harry's pillow hit him in the back of the head. He immediately swung back around and smashed his pillow into Harry's face.
"Oomf!!" Harry said in a muffled voice.
"Oh wonderful, my lord, just wonderful!!" Pettigrew squeaked.
Voldemort turned and bowed...and Harry tripped and he fell on his face. Climbing to his knees, Voldie clobbered a triumphant Harry, knocking his into a tree. And springing up, he continued to clobber him...
"Uff. Ung. Tof. Snerlf!!" Harry said incoherently.
"Mwahahahhahaha!!!!" Voldemort laughed evilly as he beat Harry into the tree. (...What Voldie didn't know though, what that Harry wasn't being beaten into the tree anymore. Actually, he was standing right behind the Dark Lord...)
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat loudly.
"Don't bother me now, Potter! I'm in the middle of beating Potter into this tree - "Voldemort stopped abruptly. Harry smirked as Voldemort turned around, scowling and glared so consistently -he must've taken lessons from every villain in the universe. Harry stopped smirking as he began to feel nervous...
Voldemort's eyes flashed maniacally as he slowly advanced on Harry Potter, swinging his pillow menacingly; lightning flashed, illumining his face weirdly...and an angry wind hissed through the trees.
"Now...finally... I will be rid of you forever." he screeched, laughing, "I will kill that idiot, Dumbledore and make myself Headmaster of Hogwarts! BWAAHAHA!
Voldemort raised his pillow - a flash of green light...purple smoke swirled and....
Harry had vanished.
"My lord?" Pettigrew squeaked hesitantly. "...Where did- you send him?"
"Why America, New York City, of course." Voldie said, smiling slightly. "They think we're crazy! Ha! He'll never get away from those crazy Americans! We'll never see him again."
"Poor, poor Potter... It'll be a long time..." Pettigrew said happily.
"Yes, yes...how, let's go take Hogwarts, shall we?" Voldie said, winking.
"Hee hee hee hee hee...!" Pettigrew began laughing squeakily, unable even at that moment, to manage malevolence in his chuckle.
To be continued?
As Pettigrew ran into the forest (Harry following him), he stumbled on a tree root, and tripped, running right into Voldie. Voldemort fell backwards, hit his head on a tree branch, and tumbled into a bush. Peter landed quite comfortably on Voldie's pillow, and smiling, sat up unharmed. Muttering crossly, Voldemort stood up. But before his words were audible, Pettigrew sprang up, face lighting as if he had just gotten the idea of the century. He started to talk and Voldemort looked at him even more crossly than he'd been looking at the ground.
"You know I haven't always been an idiot," Pettigrew declared thoughtfully.
Voldie stared at Pettigrew in what seemed to be stark surprise.
"At one time - before I joined you that is -I was a nice, caring person - a little cowardly, yes..." Peter gnawed on his lip, "But otherwise, an all around nice guy..." He ended, quite completely ignoring Voldemort, who was staring at him, a look of horror on his face.
Pettigrew paused, seemed to think for a while and, he started to speak again.
"You know," he squeaked triumphantly, "I think you've been a bad influence on me."
Voldemort snorted derisively. "Yes, of course, I'm sur - WHAT!"
Peter looked up, a bemused look on his face. "Hmm?" he said absently.
"W - H - A - T." Voldie spelled explosively, "What!?"
"What? What?" said Pettigrew.
Voldemort suddenly screamed - "Why did I ever take this pitiful creature into my service!?!?!? He's more bloody trouble than he's worth... Aaaaaah!"
Pettigrew looked up at the Dark Lord, on his face a glow of utter surprise and admiration.
"You mean..." he began tentatively, "I am troublesome?!?! I've caused you trouble!? Am I finally mischievous!!!" he exclaimed loudly...VERY LOUDLY.
"James and Sirius would be so proud of me..." he whispered sadly.
"Good grief." Voldemort hissed, rolling his eyes.
Harry suddenly entered the clearing, gasping for breath, dragging a terribly forlorn looking pillow behind.
"It's about time!" Voldemort said, turning to a digital watch on his wrist. "You are ...hmm...exactly thirty seconds late."
Harry blinked, glanced about - and narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing with a muggle watch?" he demanded suspiciously between gasps.
Voldemort raised his eyebrows, looked down at the watch - and suddenly buried his hands in his pockets.
"YOU HATE MUGGLES...HA HA...AND YOU HAVE A ...HA HA HA ...MUGGLE ... HEE...WAT - OORP."
Voldemort threw his pillow into Harry's stomach (not literally).
A small, curly-haired girl then walked into the clearing. She walked up to Voldemort, her eyes wide and innocent -
"Good day to you, sir," she said politely.
Voldemort was lost for words...no one had ever addressed him like that before. Never. Lord and Master and Fool and Evil...but... The little girl walked around behind him until she was facing his back. She squinted closely and then... BANG! her foot connected squarely with his rear-end.
"ARGH!" Voldemort said; he had tears in his eyes; he'd thought the little girl had respected and cared for him, but he'd been wrong...
"Good day to you, sir." The little girl said, and vanished.
"But - it's after midnight isn't it, "Peter said, "So, I mean to say, it's not day at all, and -" "SHUT UP PETTIGREW!" Voldemort snapped furiously.
"My mouth?" squeaked Pettigrew.
"YES, Pettigrew." Voldemort growled.
"Well, um...let's start our pillow-fight," Harry said.
"All right..." Voldie agreed, "But I warn, I won 2nd prize in the Slytherin Annual Pillow Fight, when I attended Hogwarts."
"Who won 1st?" Harry said curiously.
"Huh? Oh well...I - ahem, you see..." Voldemort stuttered.
"Well?"
"Oh...well, all right...Some kid named Rose Banderen." Voldie admitted.
"A girl beat you?!?!? A girl beat you - "Harry gasped, "The mighty Lord Voldie - beaten by a girl - hee hee -"
SWOOSH! Voldemort's pillow whistled over Harry's head.
"Whoa!" Harry yelled as he dodged.
Pettigrew started dancing around the clearing, chanting - "Voldie! VOLDIE! He's our man - if he can't do it...HARRY CAN! Yahoo!" Voldemort paused and turned, "Please Pettigrew...SHUT UP and do us all a favor." and then as an afterthought, "But if you think you might annoy Potter, then continue plea -" Unfortunately, he was interrupted - "Aaaah!" He yelled as Harry's pillow hit him in the back of the head. He immediately swung back around and smashed his pillow into Harry's face.
"Oomf!!" Harry said in a muffled voice.
"Oh wonderful, my lord, just wonderful!!" Pettigrew squeaked.
Voldemort turned and bowed...and Harry tripped and he fell on his face. Climbing to his knees, Voldie clobbered a triumphant Harry, knocking his into a tree. And springing up, he continued to clobber him...
"Uff. Ung. Tof. Snerlf!!" Harry said incoherently.
"Mwahahahhahaha!!!!" Voldemort laughed evilly as he beat Harry into the tree. (...What Voldie didn't know though, what that Harry wasn't being beaten into the tree anymore. Actually, he was standing right behind the Dark Lord...)
"Ahem." Harry cleared his throat loudly.
"Don't bother me now, Potter! I'm in the middle of beating Potter into this tree - "Voldemort stopped abruptly. Harry smirked as Voldemort turned around, scowling and glared so consistently -he must've taken lessons from every villain in the universe. Harry stopped smirking as he began to feel nervous...
Voldemort's eyes flashed maniacally as he slowly advanced on Harry Potter, swinging his pillow menacingly; lightning flashed, illumining his face weirdly...and an angry wind hissed through the trees.
"Now...finally... I will be rid of you forever." he screeched, laughing, "I will kill that idiot, Dumbledore and make myself Headmaster of Hogwarts! BWAAHAHA!
Voldemort raised his pillow - a flash of green light...purple smoke swirled and....
Harry had vanished.
"My lord?" Pettigrew squeaked hesitantly. "...Where did- you send him?"
"Why America, New York City, of course." Voldie said, smiling slightly. "They think we're crazy! Ha! He'll never get away from those crazy Americans! We'll never see him again."
"Poor, poor Potter... It'll be a long time..." Pettigrew said happily.
"Yes, yes...how, let's go take Hogwarts, shall we?" Voldie said, winking.
"Hee hee hee hee hee...!" Pettigrew began laughing squeakily, unable even at that moment, to manage malevolence in his chuckle.
To be continued?