Yo! Thank you to all readers so far!
It was nearing the end of July and Voldemort was beginning to feel some stress. He was planning a raid for the thirty-first of this month, but with so many of his Death Eaters being morons, that deadline was appearing more and more unlikely. Why exactly had these fools been recruited again?
But that wasn't the only thing bothering him. There was still the issue of Potter. No, not the nonsense with the clown-though that was an annoyance as well. There was a more important question he had in mind. Why had Dumbledore told the boy about the orphanage? What was the point? To make Potter sympathize with him? What nonsense! Something about that just seemed so...wrong.
And that was why he was waiting impatiently for Potter's next letter. Hopefully, he would choose to answer his query rather than merely focus on the Elmo dream he had sent him. Voldemort needed answers. Voldemort demanded answers.
"Hoot, hoot."
For once in his life, the Dark Lord was pleased to see the brat's snowy owl. He waited for it to land, then reached for the parchment immediately, absently conjuring a mouse for the bird.
'Voldemort,
A stupid statement is stupid, no matter who makes it, even if made by an 'evil' Dark Lord. Oh, and I hate to break it to you, but Dumbledore hasn't told me jack shite about anything. Your sixteen year old self from that weird diary told/showed me in my second year before I killed the basilisk he-you?-set on me, and destroyed the damn book with a fang.
And as for that dream, thanks for reminding me that Elmo scares me more than you ever have and probably ever will. If I wasn't in so much pain right now, I'd have a comeback for that.
But I will have my revenge! There has to be something out there more terrifying than Elmo! And trust me, I will find it!
Harry Potter'
Despite having read the entire letter, Voldemort's attention quickly reverted up to the first half, which he read through twice more.
Diary… Diary… Diary...
There was an audible crackle of dark magic that had the owl hooting in what sounded like surprise. But Voldemort ignored this and surged to his feet, crushing the letter in his hand.
"LUCIUS!"
Miles away, Lucius Malfoy felt a shiver run down his spine. A shiver so intense, it had him spilling his very expensive wine down his front, staining his equally expensive shirt.
Sitting across from her husband, Narcissa shook her head in exasperation. Another nice shirt wasted. That man had to stop getting scared so easily. It was clear where their son had gotten his courage-or lack thereof, from.
She snapped her fingers, silently summoning a house-elf, and a single look told all. The elf shook his head mournfully at the destruction of yet another lovely shirt but quickly got to work…
That's it for now. I already know what Harry's going to use as revenge-my inspiration coming from a certain toy my younger sister used to have when we were kids. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!
