After three days trapped on the Microsoft word program it was getting rather sad for our characters. Voldemort had engrossed himself in watching the people on the other side of the screen, and Harry had become consumed with the delete button. "Hey, do you think…" Harry paused, unsure of whether or not to continue his train of thought. Voldemort turned, "What was that? I didn't catch it all." Harry shuddered, "do you think, we could be deleted? Just by the press of a button? Just all of a sudden, poof?!" slowly, Voldemort raised his almost non existent eyebrows (Well, you all heard that he'sbald as a baby in the fourth book!) and said, "…No?"
Harry blinked, "You say that as if you're not sure." Voldemort sighed, "Where you get the idea that I know everything is beyond me, that's more Dumbledore's field than mine." Harry snorted, "Tell me something I don't already know!" Voldemort smiled, "…Snape dances ballet." In point five seconds Harry was on the ground, stunned. "YOU LIE!!!!" Voldemort chortled and looked down at Harry over his non existent nose. "Yes, I do, but it was definitely something you didn't know." Harry gasped, feeling his sanity return with his heartbeat. "Something I wouldn't have wanted to know!!! Oh gods, I'd never be able to look at him the same way again!" Voldemort quirked an eyebrow, "…well considering how you look at him now, it "might" be an improvement."
Harry shot the Lord of Darkness a (who asked you?!) look before sitting back in his chair. "SO…As I was saying, you don't know if we could be deleted or not?" Voldemort shook his head, "Not the faintest." Harry smiled, "Well, there's only one way to be sure…" Voldemort sighed, pulled a small diary from his pocket and read, "December 5th, second day trapped in Word Program, sighed agreement not to attempt, try, think about, or by complete accident do the other one of us bodily, mental, or fashionably harm." He handed Potter the book. "See? Your signature is right there, next to mine, and the Giant floating eyeball's, …who never did come back, did he?" Harry shook his head, "Who cares about that! What I want to know is how a giant floating eyeball signs his name!!"
(Mouth of Sauron following Eyeball threw the wastelands of the internet, holding a pen.)
Harry reread the contract to himself, then stopped, reread, stopped, scanned the page, and gave Voldemort a look that made him feel less then The Embodiment of all Evil. "Um… Tom?" Voldemort cringed, "…Yes Potter?" Harry turned the book around, revealing many little stick figures of Potter in various forms of torture and death.
"…Tom, I think this counts as thinking about it, dont you?"