Chapter Four: Pharaoh with a Cigarette
The ride to Egypt was long and boring. Boring. Boring. Very boring. More boring than sand could ever be. (Or could it be boring? The world may never know! Muhahahaha!) Voldemort never even killed Harry. Which is actually weird.
When the plane landed, Voldemort tried to kill Harry. When that didn't work Voldy went to try to figure out the problem. It turned out the problem was himself.
Harry tried to cover with the most deadly monster known to wizards- the Kamysh mouse. On its little head was a little hat saying in little letters the little word "Expelliarmus."
"Darn it! Da-da-da-darn it!" Grandpa V started to sing.
"Pharaophy!" the tiny mouse tinily screamed out of his tiny lungs. Voldemort turned a pharaoh with a price tag on him saying "Book of the Dead! Only $15601501786510!"
"Whoa dude, that was like totally weird" confused Voldemort screamy screechied. "Anyone got a cigarette?"
"Oh yeah, sure, right here," Misterry Potterry came to the rescue. Voldemort suddenly looked pleased. He looked up. He seemed to have found a less-than-big Avada Kedavra Kamysh mousy.
"Go boom!" he screamed as the very unbig mousy cracked an egg on Harry's head. Harry fell dead to his feet, this time forever.
Voldemort looked up in a victorious manner, and started smoking.
Note to readers: This is not the end of the story; the last chapter will be coming out shortly, and will say the aftermath.