YAY! Thank you to Elenrod, for reviewing right away! You make me feel loved! Hands out cookies to Elenrod, and anyone else who happens to be passing by And you even tried suggesting for the plot. You win reviewer of the week! I don't know if I'll use that, but maybe something similar. I think I may have come up with something. Thankee also to pIPPINpIRATE! Maybe dear Moldy Voldy will do just that. He needs someone to model his new look. Welcome to Claire() and Jeccia(). Jeccia- if u don't know that characters, u should read the books! I didn't really think of what Elizabeth would think of Legolas, but with the hair and everything he looks pretty different. Claire-you make me feel loved! I just put together three of my favorite fandoms because I couldn't decide which one I wanted to do. Ah, I think I've already answered the Orlando Bloom thing in previous chapters, but if u hang around long enough I might start ranting. Like, half a page on why Orlando Bloom is evil. And he's not cute, or hot, or handsome. The only things I like about him is that he plays Legolas, and as Legolas he gets the pretty white knives and the really cool wig that I want to steal. But might I add those have nothing to do with him being talented or cute. I mourn that he's taken over your mind too. If u loved Sirius, then I suggest u go read some of SiriusSweetie7's stuff. Maybe send her an e-mail. As u can tell from the pen name, she was a tad obsessed too. She started calling J.K. Rowling the Murderess. Thankee so much to Suuki-Aldrea! That's a really funny idea; I'll probably use it! Well, I might twist it a little, but that doesn't matter. Thanks! Also to anyone who cares, James Taylor rocks, and you all need to go listen to him. Every time I hear Sweet Baby James I get teary because my dad used to sing it to me. If I start putting in a bunch of his songs, don't mind me. Anyway, I think I've been rambling long enough, so on with the show!
Jack's plan had been just a tad far-fetched, but it was the best they had. So they put it into action. First they had to locate Elizabeth. This was the iffiest stage of the process, but they were helped along by Elizabeth herself, and the fact that she actually paid attention in class.
It was breakfast the next day, and Harry was staring dejectedly at his sausage. Jack's plan had been pretty stupid, and they weren't even sure how to find her. It would work it Voldemort were really really stupid, and unfortunately for Harry, he didn't know how true that was.
"Hello, dear Harry!" the sausage sang.
"Great, singing sausage, just what I need. Probably another psycho stalker trying to get attention."
"No Harry, it's Elizabeth!"
"What? Elizabeth got turned into a piece of sausage? How terrible! How could he do this to you!?"
"No, this is a piece of sausage. I enchanted it to talk to you. Or sing, because singing sausages just sounds better,"
"Where are you?"
"The Riddle House. Do you know where that is?"
"No, and neither does the author, so that's a problem,"
"Yeah, that could make things difficult. Hey, lazy author, go look through the books and try to find where the Riddle House is!" the sausage shouted.
"Since when do I take orders from you?" the narrator demanded. "Anyway, Hermione knows where it is, even if we don't, so we're find there,"
"Ok. Listen, Elizabeth, we have a plan to get you out. We should be able to get there by tomorrow, just hold on,"
"Um," the sausage bit its lip, a difficult feat when you don't have a mouth.
"What?"
"Could you wait just another day? I've almost finished the Death Eater costumes, and I really want to see what they turn out as,"
"WHAT?"
"Be quiet!" the sausage ordered. People around them were beginning to stare.
"I knew he was loony. I suspected it ever since the thing with the Chamber of Secrets," a random Gryffindor muttered.
"I'm designing for Voldy, ok, bye, now eat me!" Elizabeth whispered, and suddenly Harry could tell she was no longer in the sausage.
"Whatever," he took a huge bite of the sausage, but couldn't help feeling like he was eating his girlfriend.
"Now, if you could just turn around slowly," Elizabeth instructed. Voldemort did as she told, modeling the new Death Eater costume for her. "I think it's just about perfect," she smiled. Voldemort was wearing baggy black leather pants. They were almost bellbottoms. His shirt was of tight leather and said "Death Eater" in silver sequins.
"But there's one thing missing," she amended. From behind her back she produced a black beanie inscribed with "Voldemort" in white embroidery. "There. And each one will get a personalized hat," Voldy accepted the hat and placed it over his wispy hair (A/N-I'm just going to say that he already got a body even though this is the beginning of fourth year. I don't feel like dealing with a wisp of smoke). He turned to face the mirror and grinned.
"It's perfect Elizabeth," Crouch snorted in the corner.
"You're not going to get me to wear that. And I don't think it'll go over too well with most of the boys either,"
"Well, if "the boys" don't like it, that's their problem, now isn't it? Because I DO!" The doorbell interrupted Voldy's tirade. "Who on earth is that? Nobody comes here!"
"Ah, I ordered out for pizza," Elizabeth supplied. "To celebrate,"
"Oh, ok. It's on me," the evil lord left the room and made his way to the front door. He opened it to find a pizza man with manly stubble, and for some strange reason, a very long sword hanging from his belt.
"One large cheese pizza," the pizza man snorted. Voldemort gave him "the look" which made him crack up even more. Who knew Voldemort could look so funny in black leather. "That'll be nine dollars,"(A/N-I know diddlysquat about British money, so it's in US because I said so)
"NINE?! YE GODS you people overcharge,"
"Listen, if you don't keep up with inflation, that's not my problem, so pay the bill, or don't get the pizza,"
"Ok, ok," Voldemort handed over a ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change," he said as he accepted the pizza.
"Thanks," the pizza man mad a hasty exit to keep from getting Crucio'd to the moon and back for laughing at Voldemort. Down the street, he met up with Jack, Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"Good job Aragorn, he bought it. Although I'm still wondering how someone stupid enough to believe the pizza guy carried a sword became the most feared Dark Lord in centuries," Jack mused. "Well, anyway, phase one of the plan is completed. Now we have to wait until the beginning of phase two. Let's just hope everyone in there likes pizza,"
Sorry about it being so short, but I have the block, and I wanted to get something up before I went on vacation. It might be a while before I update again, as I'll be gone for a week. But, you all know the best way to motivate me to write more. REVIEW! And thanks to Suuki-Aldrea for the pizza idea. What could be happening? Why did Aragorn overcharge so much? Why does Voldemort like cheese pizza? How did Voldemort become so stupid? These questions (maybe) and many others that you don't care about (definitely) answered in the next chapter.
Jack's plan had been just a tad far-fetched, but it was the best they had. So they put it into action. First they had to locate Elizabeth. This was the iffiest stage of the process, but they were helped along by Elizabeth herself, and the fact that she actually paid attention in class.
It was breakfast the next day, and Harry was staring dejectedly at his sausage. Jack's plan had been pretty stupid, and they weren't even sure how to find her. It would work it Voldemort were really really stupid, and unfortunately for Harry, he didn't know how true that was.
"Hello, dear Harry!" the sausage sang.
"Great, singing sausage, just what I need. Probably another psycho stalker trying to get attention."
"No Harry, it's Elizabeth!"
"What? Elizabeth got turned into a piece of sausage? How terrible! How could he do this to you!?"
"No, this is a piece of sausage. I enchanted it to talk to you. Or sing, because singing sausages just sounds better,"
"Where are you?"
"The Riddle House. Do you know where that is?"
"No, and neither does the author, so that's a problem,"
"Yeah, that could make things difficult. Hey, lazy author, go look through the books and try to find where the Riddle House is!" the sausage shouted.
"Since when do I take orders from you?" the narrator demanded. "Anyway, Hermione knows where it is, even if we don't, so we're find there,"
"Ok. Listen, Elizabeth, we have a plan to get you out. We should be able to get there by tomorrow, just hold on,"
"Um," the sausage bit its lip, a difficult feat when you don't have a mouth.
"What?"
"Could you wait just another day? I've almost finished the Death Eater costumes, and I really want to see what they turn out as,"
"WHAT?"
"Be quiet!" the sausage ordered. People around them were beginning to stare.
"I knew he was loony. I suspected it ever since the thing with the Chamber of Secrets," a random Gryffindor muttered.
"I'm designing for Voldy, ok, bye, now eat me!" Elizabeth whispered, and suddenly Harry could tell she was no longer in the sausage.
"Whatever," he took a huge bite of the sausage, but couldn't help feeling like he was eating his girlfriend.
"Now, if you could just turn around slowly," Elizabeth instructed. Voldemort did as she told, modeling the new Death Eater costume for her. "I think it's just about perfect," she smiled. Voldemort was wearing baggy black leather pants. They were almost bellbottoms. His shirt was of tight leather and said "Death Eater" in silver sequins.
"But there's one thing missing," she amended. From behind her back she produced a black beanie inscribed with "Voldemort" in white embroidery. "There. And each one will get a personalized hat," Voldy accepted the hat and placed it over his wispy hair (A/N-I'm just going to say that he already got a body even though this is the beginning of fourth year. I don't feel like dealing with a wisp of smoke). He turned to face the mirror and grinned.
"It's perfect Elizabeth," Crouch snorted in the corner.
"You're not going to get me to wear that. And I don't think it'll go over too well with most of the boys either,"
"Well, if "the boys" don't like it, that's their problem, now isn't it? Because I DO!" The doorbell interrupted Voldy's tirade. "Who on earth is that? Nobody comes here!"
"Ah, I ordered out for pizza," Elizabeth supplied. "To celebrate,"
"Oh, ok. It's on me," the evil lord left the room and made his way to the front door. He opened it to find a pizza man with manly stubble, and for some strange reason, a very long sword hanging from his belt.
"One large cheese pizza," the pizza man snorted. Voldemort gave him "the look" which made him crack up even more. Who knew Voldemort could look so funny in black leather. "That'll be nine dollars,"(A/N-I know diddlysquat about British money, so it's in US because I said so)
"NINE?! YE GODS you people overcharge,"
"Listen, if you don't keep up with inflation, that's not my problem, so pay the bill, or don't get the pizza,"
"Ok, ok," Voldemort handed over a ten-dollar bill. "Keep the change," he said as he accepted the pizza.
"Thanks," the pizza man mad a hasty exit to keep from getting Crucio'd to the moon and back for laughing at Voldemort. Down the street, he met up with Jack, Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"Good job Aragorn, he bought it. Although I'm still wondering how someone stupid enough to believe the pizza guy carried a sword became the most feared Dark Lord in centuries," Jack mused. "Well, anyway, phase one of the plan is completed. Now we have to wait until the beginning of phase two. Let's just hope everyone in there likes pizza,"
Sorry about it being so short, but I have the block, and I wanted to get something up before I went on vacation. It might be a while before I update again, as I'll be gone for a week. But, you all know the best way to motivate me to write more. REVIEW! And thanks to Suuki-Aldrea for the pizza idea. What could be happening? Why did Aragorn overcharge so much? Why does Voldemort like cheese pizza? How did Voldemort become so stupid? These questions (maybe) and many others that you don't care about (definitely) answered in the next chapter.
