Chapter Seven
Pizza Party!
A/N: My dad worked as a cook at Bob Evans before he was married. He is a very good cook…my uncle on the other hand is a bit like Peter.
Voldemort was very unhappy, again, for the third time in three years, Harry Potter has beaten him, and to make it worse, his dinner was cold. "Wormtail WHERE did you learn to cook, Mars?" "No, uh…really, from James, who was a good cook.
"Peter, THE FOOD IS BURNED BLACK ON THE OUTSIDE AND STILL FROZEN IN THE MIDDLE! JAMES WORKED AS A COOK A BOB EVANS!" Knock knock,
"Who is it!" "The pizza man." "OOOOH pizza! I LOVE pizza!" Voldemort was excited. He hadn't had a real pizza in years. He opened the door to find…DUN DUN DUN…James standing there holding a steaming pizza. "GA! It's hot! AK! Take it quick!
"Mine! My preciousssssssss! Gollum Gollum…" Voldie said as he reached the pizza. "Really now, how many times have you seen that movie Dude?" "Which one?" "Ga! All of them!" Peter grinned as he watched the Dark Lord. "Uh. 1,2,3,4,5…at least 12 times, if you add all the movies together " "Wormtail, your pathetic, Mandy Weasley has seen it at least 17 times if you add them all together."
"Do you want the pizza or not? My arm is being roasted here." James said practically dancing "I'll take it! Lookout you! HEY! Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Voldemort realized. "Um…maybe…" "NO! Retched Harry Potter and his retched posse have thwarted me again!" "Hey! Be nice!" James shouted the whispered in his ear "You don't want Lily after you!"
"Nice, James, nice."