Having finally escaped from the cabbage–mad-Nazgul, and the Dumbledor/Gandalf complex, Lord Voldemort the freaky was catching a breather. Harry ran up to him. "You know… the next book is out… don't you?" Voldemort nodded. "…yes, I know… we should be there, well, I should be there at least…" Both sat. "I also hear our new movies being advertised in theater posters. Fancy that." Voldemort shuddered, "God not that again… I hate all the makeup." Harry made a face and nodded.
"…you know, I was thinking, you know how sometimes you can read something, and see what you want to see there?" Voldemort blinked. "Um… no?" Harry nodded, "Like for instance, I know someone, who for the longest time thought Avada kedavra, was actually said Avada kedavara!" Voldemort blinks, "Does that rhyme? Or is it just me?" Harry shook his head, "Not just you, but doesn't rhyme, the extra sound just makes it flow a bit more. Of course, this same person, she though your name was spelled Lord Voldermort." Red eyes narrowed, "What are you willing to bet your friends a muggle?" Harry laughed, "well, yes, but still, has that ever happened to you?" Voldemort hissed, "…no, no it hasn't. Potter, we need to get that book."
Harry blinked. "…why? We're going to live it, why read it?" The mighty finger of doom flicked potter in the fore head. "is it any wonder I want to kill you? You're so slow! We need the book, so we can… well I want to know." Harry muttered a protest, "Is it any wonder my scar hurts all the time? the dang flicking!"Harry adjusted his glasses, Voldemortsaid nothing. "Hey Tom?" Voldemort shuddered, "Potter, enough with the T name, all right?" Harry sighed, and then looked disgruntled, "The T name? God are we out of character… what is it with you and that name anyway? So your dad was a jerk." Riddle shook his head, "Oh that? No. That's just what Rowling's trying to pass off, I appreciate it really. Her reasons better than mine." Harry raised an eyebrow.(I'm gonna regret this I'm gonna regret this I'm…)
"…Why is it then?"
Voldemort sighed. "Words starting with T are bad news where I'm concerned. The accidents I've had with trains, telephone poles, teachers, tombstones, trombones…oh the trombones…" Harry stared. "…Let's just say Dark Lords shouldn't take up the trombone, all right? I had to imperiolus the entire band to forget the incident…" Harry still sat there staring, Voldemort stopped. "…Potter, should you really have stopped breathing? Potter?" Harry fell over; Voldemort stared gaping, and then rose fuming. "OH SHURE! Die of shock! Way to leave me with no plot Potter! I'll kill you! I"LL KILL YOU JUST AS SOON AS YOU'RE NO LONGER DEAD!"