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Well my exams finished yesterday, and I'm feeling generous… so I'm going to write another chapter.
Thanks to all my reviewers – you are what keeps me going! By the way, can ANYONE tell me what a Mary – Sue is, I've seen them written in summaries and I don't know what the hell they are.
Chapter 6 – The young alcoholic
Voldemort has always been a patient man, but this was thrown out the window when he woke to find someone staring right back at him.
"AAAAGGGHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE FREAK!"
He tried to sit up but he couldn't move. He realised why when he looked down. Somehow, while he had been sleeping, Harry had taken the time to tie him up. 'Well, I do believe this is a first! Er… if you don't count the time you got drunk and woke up at that play school. Freaky little kids.' Voldemort shuddered at the memory. He looked at Harry, who was looking at him with an evil glint in his eyes.
Voldemort laughed uneasily, and looked at Harry. "Um, hey there sport… how'd you get out of your room?"
Harry looked at him, and pulled out his 'toy' axe, which was actually real. If Voldemort was a weak man, he would have cried, but being the tough person he is, he held up his apperance andtried a different tactic, though, hedid have a hint of fear showing in his eyes.
"Listen, Harry, how about you untie me, and when you do, I'll do anything you want! Please, just put the axe down, and no one will get hurt!"
Harry cocked his head to one side and kept staring at Voldemort. 'What a wimp! I can't believe Dad got him to mind me! Why didn't they just ask Sirius? Oh, yeah, he was locked up in Azkaban for possession of drugs… I'll kill my Dad for supplying him! I wonder where he keeps it any way.' Harry jumped off the couch and went in search of James' secret stash.
Voldemort was panicking now. 'What do I do, what do I do? I know! Use your wand! Voldemort,you are a genius!' He felt around his robes and managed to pull it out of his pocket, and with a flick of his wand he was free.
'I am going to kill that kid, who does he think he is, tying me up like that?' Voldemort, once again, went in search of Harry.
Harry, having no luck in finding any of his dad's drugs - he could find the Chamber of Secrets in a huge old castle, but couldn't find a secret stash in a small house? Hedecided to annoy Voldemort some more. He didn't have to look for long though, because Voldemort had stormed right past him, and barged up the stairs. 'I've said it once, I'll say it again, what an idiot!'
Voldemort was halfway up the stairs, forgetting the cluster of toys on them, when he slipped and fell. He landed in front of Harry, who suddenly looked evil again. Voldemort looked at him, and noticed him standing next to a table, with apicture of Lily and James on their wedding day on it.
"Harry, get away from there, NOW!" But he didn't listen, and instead he decided to test Voldemort's reflexes. So, being thecuriousbaby he is, he pushed the photo off the table.
Voldemort, dived across the room, and caught the falling photo. He had just put it back on the table, when he heard a laugh behind him. He spun round, in time to see Harry push an expensive looking vase off its stand. 'Oh, crap!' Again, Voldemort dived, and caught the falling object. 'This kid is soo dead!"
He stood up to find Harry looking at him. 'Right, grab him, tie him up and make sure he doesn't escape from his room.' He went to grab Harry, who suddenly started to cry. 'Oh, God!'
Voldemort wasn't good with dealing with crying kids – lets face it, he isn't good with them at all. "Hey, stop crying, come on! What's wrong?"
Harry looked at him and replied, "Hungry," and resumed his crying. Voldemort sighed, and remembered what Lily told him, 'There's some bottles in the fridge if he gets hungry.' Right, feed him, that shouldn't be too hard. He walked into the kitchen, with a crying Harry. He sat him down in his high chair, and looked in the fridge.
'Right, which one was it again? Damn! Why does it have to be so hard?' He closed his eyes andchose a random bottle, opened it, and gave it to Harry who drank it. But, after a few minutes, Harry spat the contents out, whichhit Voldemort in the face, and continued to cry.
"For crying out loud! What is it now?" He picked up the bottle and looked at it. 'Oh, no.' The bottle wasn't the right one after all. He had accidentally chosen a bottle of Bud. He looked over to Harry, who had stopped crying, but was now swaying slightly in his seat, and giggling slightly.
'Oh, shit, Lily and James – well, mainly Lily – will kill me… I've got their baby pissed!'
Well, I'll have to leave it there, my muse seems to have run away, and I know that this wasn't my best chapter and that is isn't very long, but I tried. You know what to do… Review, please.