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Chapter six
The following morning, the children stumbled into the kitchen to find Lord Voldemort in person.
"Hello, orphans" He greeted them. "I've made you a breakfast of pancakes."
The Potters looked, and to their surprise they saw three plates, each stacked with two pancakes, whipped cream and strawberries. This was such a huge surprise, they got suspicious immidiately. If you worst enemy gave you a chocolate bar, would you eat it right away? They wondered if maybe the whipped cream was something gross like shaving cream, and Lord Voldemort was playing a trick on them.
Lord Voldemort saw them sit down nervously and smile weakly. He grabbed a strawberry from Ron's plate, the largest one with a lot of whipped cream on it, and stuffed it in his mouth. "Yummy-yummy!" he smiled, not noticing the smear of whipped cream on his nose. "Eat up, Orphans. I know children like you loooooove pancakes, don't you?" He cackled. Hermione and Ron weren't convinced, but Harry was hungry and began eating. When the other children saw he hadn't keeled over, they helped themselves.
The pancakes were good, but not nearly as good as the ones their mother, Lily made. Those were in different shapes and colors.
"Mr. Fudge contacted me by way of a new looking-glass that appeared in the kitchen." Lord Voldemort gestured to the mirror Hermione had bewitched. The orphans looked at each other nervously. They had hoped Mr. Fudge would keep their conversation private.
"He told me you appear to have had trouble getting used to the home I have so graciously provided for you." Lord Voldemort paused, then added. "Graciously means out of the goodness of my heart."
The orphans almost laughed at that obserd statement. You'd have to search long and hard to find goodness in their wicked gaurdian's heart, or entire body for that matter.
"I'm sorry to hear you're not happy." Lord Voldemort's eyes were shinying as if he'd just told a joke. "I've just been very busy with my next play, and that might have caused me to act a little uninviting."
The children would have laughed at Lord Voldemort's poor usage of the work uninviting, but they didn't really want to get slapped in the face, just as Harry had. Uninviting is a word which does NOT mean providing one bed for three children, forcing them to do chores and abusing them. It means simply that someone is not being courteous as a host or hostess.
"To make you feel more.....invited," Lord Voldemort continued, his eyes shining. "I want you to be in a play my group is performing. It's called The Wonderful Wedding, by Tom Blorroddle. This Saturday night is the performance. The main character is a handsome, brave, intelligent smart and very humble man, played by me. In the finale- which means ending, by the way- he marries a young, beautiful women in front of a crowd of cheering wizards and witches. Harry and Ron will pretend to be brothers. Do you think you can do that?" He glarded at them, and they nodded, then rolled their eyes. It wouldn't be hard to pretend to be something you already were.
"I'd love to help transform items for the set." Hermione said. "I'm very good with a wand."
"Work backstage?' Lord Voldemort cried. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't work backstage."
"I'm not that pretty." Hermione shrugged.
"Can't argue with that." Ron murmered. Hermione glared at him.
Lord Voldemort shook his head, trying to stay calm. "No." he said firmly. "You WILL be an actress. In fact, you will be the women I marry."
Hermione felt the pancakes in her mouth turn to sawdust. Her stomach churned and she mumbled. "I have to go to the bathroom." She raced out of the room, and could be heard emptying her stomach into the trash can.
Lord Voldemort pretended he couldn't hear her. "Remember to tell your sister that all she has to say is 'I do' when Madam Hooch askes her if she will marry me."
"Madam Hooch is in it?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Lord Voldemort replied. She is qualified as a teacher at Hogwarts School to oversee the wedding."
"Why does she need to be qualified?" Ron asked. "It's not a real one."
"Oh course not." Lord Voldemort muttered hastily. "I just want to make it authentic." He stood up. "Be ready by Saturday." Then he left. A few minutes later, Hermione returned.
"I guess it won't be that bad." Harry said.
"He's just got to be up to something." Hermione muttered, more to herself then her siblings.
"I don't know." Ron said. "A play sounds pretty innocent."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Lord Voldemort? Innocent? I think not."
"I wish I knew more about inheritance laws." Harry said sadly. "Because I know Lord Voldermort wants our fortune."
"I wish I knew more about Lord Voldemort." Hermione added. "Because I know that he's planning to do something dreadful."
"I wish I knew more about this play." Ron pointed out. "Because I know that it's a part of his scheme."
The children thought for a few minutes. Then Hermione burst out. "We could go to Madam Hooch!"
"But she's Lord Voldemort's neighbor." Harry said. "She'd probably blab to him."
"Then lets consult her books!" Ron cried. They all nodded in agreement. Books were more helpful them people most of the time, anyway.
"At least she isn't uninviting." Harry added. The Potters laughed at Lord Voldemort's poor use of the word. Then the ran to Madam Hooch's house, hoping they would soon figure out Lord Voldemort's plan.
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Chapter six
The following morning, the children stumbled into the kitchen to find Lord Voldemort in person.
"Hello, orphans" He greeted them. "I've made you a breakfast of pancakes."
The Potters looked, and to their surprise they saw three plates, each stacked with two pancakes, whipped cream and strawberries. This was such a huge surprise, they got suspicious immidiately. If you worst enemy gave you a chocolate bar, would you eat it right away? They wondered if maybe the whipped cream was something gross like shaving cream, and Lord Voldemort was playing a trick on them.
Lord Voldemort saw them sit down nervously and smile weakly. He grabbed a strawberry from Ron's plate, the largest one with a lot of whipped cream on it, and stuffed it in his mouth. "Yummy-yummy!" he smiled, not noticing the smear of whipped cream on his nose. "Eat up, Orphans. I know children like you loooooove pancakes, don't you?" He cackled. Hermione and Ron weren't convinced, but Harry was hungry and began eating. When the other children saw he hadn't keeled over, they helped themselves.
The pancakes were good, but not nearly as good as the ones their mother, Lily made. Those were in different shapes and colors.
"Mr. Fudge contacted me by way of a new looking-glass that appeared in the kitchen." Lord Voldemort gestured to the mirror Hermione had bewitched. The orphans looked at each other nervously. They had hoped Mr. Fudge would keep their conversation private.
"He told me you appear to have had trouble getting used to the home I have so graciously provided for you." Lord Voldemort paused, then added. "Graciously means out of the goodness of my heart."
The orphans almost laughed at that obserd statement. You'd have to search long and hard to find goodness in their wicked gaurdian's heart, or entire body for that matter.
"I'm sorry to hear you're not happy." Lord Voldemort's eyes were shinying as if he'd just told a joke. "I've just been very busy with my next play, and that might have caused me to act a little uninviting."
The children would have laughed at Lord Voldemort's poor usage of the work uninviting, but they didn't really want to get slapped in the face, just as Harry had. Uninviting is a word which does NOT mean providing one bed for three children, forcing them to do chores and abusing them. It means simply that someone is not being courteous as a host or hostess.
"To make you feel more.....invited," Lord Voldemort continued, his eyes shining. "I want you to be in a play my group is performing. It's called The Wonderful Wedding, by Tom Blorroddle. This Saturday night is the performance. The main character is a handsome, brave, intelligent smart and very humble man, played by me. In the finale- which means ending, by the way- he marries a young, beautiful women in front of a crowd of cheering wizards and witches. Harry and Ron will pretend to be brothers. Do you think you can do that?" He glarded at them, and they nodded, then rolled their eyes. It wouldn't be hard to pretend to be something you already were.
"I'd love to help transform items for the set." Hermione said. "I'm very good with a wand."
"Work backstage?' Lord Voldemort cried. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't work backstage."
"I'm not that pretty." Hermione shrugged.
"Can't argue with that." Ron murmered. Hermione glared at him.
Lord Voldemort shook his head, trying to stay calm. "No." he said firmly. "You WILL be an actress. In fact, you will be the women I marry."
Hermione felt the pancakes in her mouth turn to sawdust. Her stomach churned and she mumbled. "I have to go to the bathroom." She raced out of the room, and could be heard emptying her stomach into the trash can.
Lord Voldemort pretended he couldn't hear her. "Remember to tell your sister that all she has to say is 'I do' when Madam Hooch askes her if she will marry me."
"Madam Hooch is in it?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Lord Voldemort replied. She is qualified as a teacher at Hogwarts School to oversee the wedding."
"Why does she need to be qualified?" Ron asked. "It's not a real one."
"Oh course not." Lord Voldemort muttered hastily. "I just want to make it authentic." He stood up. "Be ready by Saturday." Then he left. A few minutes later, Hermione returned.
"I guess it won't be that bad." Harry said.
"He's just got to be up to something." Hermione muttered, more to herself then her siblings.
"I don't know." Ron said. "A play sounds pretty innocent."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Lord Voldemort? Innocent? I think not."
"I wish I knew more about inheritance laws." Harry said sadly. "Because I know Lord Voldermort wants our fortune."
"I wish I knew more about Lord Voldemort." Hermione added. "Because I know that he's planning to do something dreadful."
"I wish I knew more about this play." Ron pointed out. "Because I know that it's a part of his scheme."
The children thought for a few minutes. Then Hermione burst out. "We could go to Madam Hooch!"
"But she's Lord Voldemort's neighbor." Harry said. "She'd probably blab to him."
"Then lets consult her books!" Ron cried. They all nodded in agreement. Books were more helpful them people most of the time, anyway.
"At least she isn't uninviting." Harry added. The Potters laughed at Lord Voldemort's poor use of the word. Then the ran to Madam Hooch's house, hoping they would soon figure out Lord Voldemort's plan.
REVIEWERS-
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity- Yeah, it's hard to remember to write Lord Voldemort instead of Count Olaf. I'm not surprised I screwed up.
visualpurple- Hello. I left you a message on your phone. It's really thunderstorming out. And I'm home alone. Scarrrrey.
Candidus-lupus-full Moon- Thanks for reviewing. Glad you liked my chapter.