Lord Voldemort, A.K.A lots of names, (but not names involving T cause we went over that in another chapter!) was worried. Not for any particular reason, mind you. Other than the weird neighbors there was really nothing dangerous on the computer screen. What worried him was that a strange category had just caught his attention.

Reviews.

Now, Lord V. had nothing against an occasional hard core death eater fan or two, but that just anyone could look in on his life? Not right at all! Had the other authors never heard of privacy?

"What you doing Tom?"

Voldemort cringed. He had a sinking suspicion that Potter said that on impulse now, and from putting up with the boys behavior had developed a grudging respect for Snape. (the poor fool…)

"…Potter… I'm being paranoid, and you are annoying me."

"…paranoid?"

"…yesssss…"

"…I don't… I shouldn… sigggghhh. Why?"

Harry for his part was simply bored. He missed his life,(…0.o) his owl, and being able to eat when the author wasn't typing about food, (cabbages all the time…ugh!)

"…Those are nice flowers."

Harry blinked. "Flowers? The flowers make you paranoid?" Harry looked around. "…wait..! I don't see any…" Tom was gone, a random tumble weed made good on its name and rolled by.

"…I think he's trying to get rid of me…"

Left to his own devices Harry wandered aimlessly on the white computer screen, wishing something would happen, (or at least wishing there was scenery!) never wish for ANYTHING! You might get it. Harry got it.

...A scream was growing louder from the distance, Harry looked hard, and was just able to see what appeared to be a giant flaming eyeball rolling closer, and closer, and a little figure in front of it running for its life. As the two grew nearer he recognized Voldemort careening at full speed before the rotating and VERY nauseous looking fiery eyeball.

"Potter! Move! Move you fool! You're blocking the trash bin!"

Harry dove out of the way, Voldemort leapt over him, and the Eye of Sauron rolled right into the trash can. There was a resounding crash, a mild explosion, and a low groan.

"What the bloody Hell happened! You nearly got flattened!"

Voldemort bent over, gasping for air, "I…All I did… I was only trying to… He was on a hill! A hill alright! And I… I just wanted… to see where he would go… if I just…"

Harry let his mouth hang open for a moment. "…you pushed the giant flaming eyeball… on top of you… that's, that's really dumb."

Voldemort brushed off his robes. "I have my reasons." And as if nothing had just happened, he walked away calmly.

Harry stared after him for a moment. "…and the insane dark lord has left the computer screen." The eye of Sauron just moaned. Nine sombrero's were being waved frantically to revive him.

Once again on his own Voldemort pondered the problem of reviews. Were they an invasion to privacy? Yessss… but were they entirely unpleasant? That warranted further consideration.

Pros:

they assisted the author to move the plot along.

They were… interesting...? sure, that's as good a word for it as any.

They were something to look at while stuck on a computer screen.

Cons:

they reminded him he was trapped in a COMEDY!

They were a way strangers could look into his life!

They made him insecure, which could probably be linked to number 2, but lets keep things an even three.

It warranted deep thought… very deep thought. In fact, he was so deep in thought he didn't notice that Potter was sneaking up behind him holding a picture and grinning like a rabid baboon.

"…Tom, I think you need to see this!"

"Busy Brat, thinking. Come again later."

"No Tom, you really need to see this. Dumbledore sent us a scan of pictures from the fourth movie… hey!"

"What?"

"We were trapped in here during the fourth movie! Who took our places!"

"…actors?"

"…oh, oh yeah. Well, I've got one of you, but when you see what you're wearing…"

"Let me see it!"

Voldemort snagged the picture, looked it over… his hand gradually began to clench.

"God dangit! My favorite silk pajamas! Why am I wearing my pajamas!"

Author: well?I thought they looked like pajamas! In the book he was naked, (we must thank them for sparring us that. Thank You)weird ones, but still.

Lord V.: what do you mean thank you! sparring what! hugh? hugh! ...I need to get out of here...

Author: yes, yes you do.