Yup. I wrote another story. Thanks to Mijozi for this idea!
Voldemort was hanging out in the living room of his student apartment with his room mates Zack, Dalton, and Hyrum when the phone rang.
"Dude, it's probably out that fire I caused," Zack said, reaching for the phone. "'Sup?"
"Did you know that Frodo Baggins used a phone to call the missionaries for his discussions?" Dalton said.
"Really?" Hyrum said in amazement.
Zack, looking relieved, handed the phone to Voldemort. "It's for you, man."
Voldemort took the phone.
"Brother Voldemort?" a voice asked. "This is Brother Kendrick from the local high school's seminary program. It turns out that one of our regular seminary teachers is involved in some sort of phoenix organization of some sort and needs to go to England all next week. Would you mind substituting?"
Voldemort thought quickly. He had led hordes of despicable death eaters, but teenagers? Never. "I've never taught seminary before."
"Oh, it's easy. The kids will guide you right through it."
"Do it!" Hyrum exclaimed. "That's a great way to impress Relief Society girls!"
So, the following Monday morning, Voldemort found himself teaching seminary. He stood at the front of the classroom as teenager after teenager filed inside. Each one reminded him of Harry Potter.
"Hey," one kid said. "Aren't you that bad guy who is always trying to kill Harry Potter?"
"That was before I was baptized," Voldemort replied stiffly.
No one seemed to hear him. They all just glared. One kid threw a set of scripture mastery cards at his forehead.
"Maybe you'll get a scar and know what it feels like!" the kid yelled. Everyone cheered.
Somehow, he managed to get through the opening hymn and prayer without too much trouble. Perhaps he could do this.
He had prepared an object lesson involving a kiwi fruit, a piece of purple yarn, and a pebble he had found on the ground that morning.
One girl waved her hand in the air wildly. "Ooh! Ooh! Brother Voldemort! Is this about the Plan of Salvation?"
"For once in the history of seminary, no. Now pay attention."
"You're going to kill us all with that kiwi!" another kid shouted.
A kid in the front row grabbed the pebble and threw it at Voldemort's head.
He sighed. It was going to be a long week.