A Strange Love
Once upon a time, there lived psycho named Voldemort. He was lost and a sad story. Why? You'll see soon. Well... actually, there is not a reason for his sadness; except for he is lonely, and disowned, by the love of his life.
Who could this love be? I hope that that is what you are thinking.
They met at a local pub. She was beautiful with a pug face, and looked about 3 trillion pounds. Many may find this ugly, but not Voldemort.
He put on his best face and tried to smile and say, "Hello." But alas, our evil-soon-to-be-mass-murderer's voice came out as a CROAK.
The-beautiful-pugfaced-3 trillion pounded lady turned and looked at him. "Excuse me?"
This time our evil-soon-to-be-mass-murder cleared his throat for a
couple minutes, before saying, "Hello," again, but it still wasn't really humanish, and came out croakish.
The-beautiful-pug-faced-3 trillion pound lady was looking at him like
he was crazy. She turned from him, payed for her drink and left.
It was only later when Voldemort found that this lady's name was Umbridge.
"What a beautiful name," he thought, but that was the last he really saw of her.
Tell me your reaction to this story. It will close now, I don't think that there will be a sequel. I know that I posted it earlier, but I took it off for a while, and had a BETA correct the grammar. Unfortunately, I can't get her/his penname, but as soon as I do, I'll dedicate this chapter to her/him.
Thankyou for visiting, stay clear of Voldemort, and have a nice day.