Get Out of the Posies!
"Voldemort!" A sharp whistle. "Come here, Voldemort!" Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, stood in the Weasley's back yard. His home away from home. His vibrant green eyes were dark with annoyance. "Where is-"
"Harry-dear. I saw V-Voldemort, go to the front yard. Be a dear and fetch him before he gets in my posies." Mrs. Weasley called out the window with a smile and a wink.
"Thanks mum!" Harry called back as he went around the side of the house. And true to form, Voldemort was in the posies.
"Voldemort! Come Here!" Harry ordered firmly. Voldemort lifted his head and eyed the Hero.
"Voldemort!" Harry snapped irritably. Voldemort suddenly lunged forward, knocking our hero to the ground. "You stupid-"
He was cut off, mid-growl, by the slobber of a tongue.
"Damn dog." Harry muttered without rancor, as he rubbed the ears of his mutt. His "tribute" to the Vanquished Dark Lord. Harry's cute little way of getting everyone to say "Voldemort" and to be able to say, "Bad Voldemort!"
The End