Harry walked across the Microsoft word page, taking in the endless white scenery. Then suddenly fell over.
"Argh… damn writer's cramp… Hey Voldemort! Give me a hand?"
Voldemort entered from the Help option and froze, then circled Harry slowly. Stopped again, and smiled. "…By any chance, would you be suffering from writer's cramp?" Harry mumbled something illegible. The dark lords smile grew wider, "You know, I should probably seize upon this opportunity and kill you…" The dark lord looked around, eyes narrowing in anger, "…And I would, were anyone here to see it!"
Harry raised his head from the nonexistent floor and scoffed, "You need a crowd to kill me? That's like something I would expect from Lockhart! It's so shallow!"
Voldemort blinked, "Potter… that has nothing to do with why I need a crowd, think about it. After trying to kill you so many times, (really, to many times if you think about it.) if I succeed without a witness, who would believe me?!" Harry opened his mouth, closed it, and thought about it. "…I guess you're right… no one would believe you, I mean, people didn't even believe me when I told them you killed Cedric." Voldemort sighed, "You see? Even with witnesses it's almost impossible to make people believe something they don't want to believe! And surprisingly, other than a few hard core Death Eater fans and perhaps Severus, no one seems to want you dead."
"…So… will you help me up?" The master of all evil, (At least in the Harry Potter series) spent a moment on contemplation, then with a muttered, "The hell with it." Raised Potter from the floor. Harry brushed himself off and smiled. "Well, glad that's over!" Voldemort shook his head, "Such a whiner… you know it could have been worse Potter, there are worse things out there." Harry turned, "And they are?"
Bang!!
"….ooohhhh…" Harry ran over to the crumpled black robe lying under the very heavy and very large brick. "Voldemort! Speak to me! What happened?!" A small squashed voice replied…
"…writer's block…. Oohhh… I'm gonna feel this one in the morning…"