Disclaimer: I own not Harry potter...and whatever came into this chapter. And this chapter was Written by Redd-cliff-rhapsody, I once again can not take any credit

One horribly sunny day, Voldemort was trying to make a potion that would give him complete control over rabid bunnies. Not one of his followers was quite sure why. It might have been that somehow, Voldemort had actually sat through a Muggle video, something called 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail.' That or he had too many pixie stix.

Anyhow, Voldemort was trying to make this potion, and well. He added quite a few things, humming as he went about brewing. He yelled at anybody who entered the room, which sent Wormtail cowering in the bathroom, Mostly because Wormtail was pitiful. After a while, the potion was done. Voldemort, who had left the potion to brew, was sleeping in the corner, with a teddy bear. The potion exploded a little to signify that it was done, which meant the window shades caught on fire.

Voldemort woke up, sitting up half asleep and pointing at the cauldron, yelling, "I am not afraid to tango!"

Promptly, he fell over and fell back asleep. The potion seemed annoyed, and exploded again, a bit bigger this time. The drapes started to burn faster.

Voldemort took no notice, rolling over in his sleep.

The potion simmered angrily. How dare this imbecile make it, and then completely ignore it? The potion exploded again. The drapes were nearly gone now.

Voldemort jumped up. It looked now more like he was sleepwalking. "WORMTAIL, BRING ME ORANGE SODA!" He shouted before collapsing.

In the bathroom

Wormtail was picking his nose hairs in the mirror. He sighed, hearing Voldemort yell. "Alright, alright..." He grumbled, standing up and walking out of the house.

Back with Voldy dear

The potion would have growled if it had a mouth. It nearly exploded again, but Voldemort said one more thing.

He sat up and pointed at the cauldron accusingly, saying, "You noodles ate my cheese toes!"

The potion was boiling with anger now, steam coming out of its metaphorical ears. It steamed, it boiled, it simmered, it seethed. And then, in a huge explosion of lighthearted blue, Voldemort's house was demolished, him in it.

Outside, Wormtail looked at the house calmly, before running away shrieking, "I didn't do it!"