Summary: Practically what the title says. These will all be short fics about the many possible ways Voldemort can die. I know that Voldemort is practically immortal, but this will still be fun.
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Chapter 1
Scrub-A-Dubb Dubb
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"Finally," said Voldemort to himself, "the long awaited bath."
It had been 13 years since he even had a body and this new one was in need of a cleanup so he turned on the shower and breathed in deeply as the scent of his lavendar bath wash filled the steamy air.
He plugged up the drain in the bottom because he liked to soak his feet while he washed. He realized he had forgotten to put a bath mat in the tub and decided he would do it later. Then he grabbed the loofa hanging on a peg outside of the shower and began to lather up. He then proceded to wash every inch of his body including his new shiny bald head. He gently scrubbed his face and as he did so he shut his eyes.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"What is it?" asked a very displeased Dark Lord.
"I gotta go poopy," said the voice that sounded suspiciously like Lucius Malfoy. "The door's locked."
Forgetting abou the soap on his face, Voldemort opened his eyes and let out a few swear words as the soap dripped into them. He reached for a towel, for anything that would stop the tremendous pain that was searing through his new eyes. He grabbed the shower curtain and as he did his feet began to slip.
He tore down the shower curtain and hit his head on the side of the tub rendering him unconsious. There Voldemort lay as the impatient knocks continued on the door and the persistant," I gotta go poopy," resounded.
And there Voldemort drowned in his own lavendar scented bath water.
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Ok, didn't turn out really silly. It's more creepy than silly, no?
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Chapter 1
Scrub-A-Dubb Dubb
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"Finally," said Voldemort to himself, "the long awaited bath."
It had been 13 years since he even had a body and this new one was in need of a cleanup so he turned on the shower and breathed in deeply as the scent of his lavendar bath wash filled the steamy air.
He plugged up the drain in the bottom because he liked to soak his feet while he washed. He realized he had forgotten to put a bath mat in the tub and decided he would do it later. Then he grabbed the loofa hanging on a peg outside of the shower and began to lather up. He then proceded to wash every inch of his body including his new shiny bald head. He gently scrubbed his face and as he did so he shut his eyes.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"What is it?" asked a very displeased Dark Lord.
"I gotta go poopy," said the voice that sounded suspiciously like Lucius Malfoy. "The door's locked."
Forgetting abou the soap on his face, Voldemort opened his eyes and let out a few swear words as the soap dripped into them. He reached for a towel, for anything that would stop the tremendous pain that was searing through his new eyes. He grabbed the shower curtain and as he did his feet began to slip.
He tore down the shower curtain and hit his head on the side of the tub rendering him unconsious. There Voldemort lay as the impatient knocks continued on the door and the persistant," I gotta go poopy," resounded.
And there Voldemort drowned in his own lavendar scented bath water.
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Ok, didn't turn out really silly. It's more creepy than silly, no?