A/N One word: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own telephones, Lord Voldermort, Snape, Lucius, any of the other Death Eaters, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, or Hermione Granger. I do, however, own The Dark Fortress of Death, Doom, and Destruction... I dare you to say that five times fast. ;)
Neon Orange
Lord Voldemort had just installed telephones in homes of every single one of his Death Eaters. He believed this a brilliant way to keep the Ministry/Dumbledore from tracking their conversations.
"They'll never think to check muggle communication!" he had gloated to his loyal Death Eaters.
Loyal? Who am I kidding?
"A galleon says something goes wrong within a week," Snape immidiately said to Avery.
This had been six days ago, and Voldemort was currently spending some time thinking up what to say to Snape tomorrow when it would be a week.
But, of course, that just jinxes it, doesn't it?
That was when the telephone rang. Thinking it was Snape calling a day early to apologize(yeah, right) or maybe Lucius telling him that his dry cleaning was done, he answered it.
"Hello, Dark Fortress of Doom, Death, and Destruction, The Dark Lord Voldemort speaking. Who's calling, please?" he spoke into the reciever.
"Wow. Now that's a mouthful," commented the person on the other end.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. Even the ever-annoying static of the phone could not disguise the voice of his mortal enemy.
"Potter!" he bellowed into the reciever. "Why did you call me? Or, more importantly, how in the nine hells did you get my number!"
He could practically hear the boy smirking.
"Like I'm going to tell you," replied the annoying little brat. "Now, to buisness: what's your favorite color?"
"What?" asked Voldemort, shocked at the seemingly random question. No one had ever asked him his favorite color, let alone Potter.
"What's your favorite color?" repeated The Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Drop-Dead-Like-He-Was-Supposed-To-Years-Ago. "Hermione thinks it's red and I say it's black. Ron's got his money set on silver and/or green."
"It's neon orange," said The Man-Who-Has-Yet-To-Kill-Harry-Potter-And-Probably-Never-Will. "Anything else?"
"Nope. I just wanted to annoy you," replied Harry I-Have-Too-Many-Dorky-Nicknames. "Tootles!"
He hung up.
"Grr..." growled Voldemort. "Avada Kedavra!"
The phone exploded. This just pissed Voldemort off even more.
"Damn you, Snape!" he shouted at the ceiling. "Why do you always have to be right!"
"Shut up!" shouted Wormtail from a couple rooms down. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Voldemort just flung another curse at the remains of the telephone.
A/N Well? Tell me what you think!
-Insane Slytherin