Author's Note: The following contains elements from the work of the Honourable J.K. Rowling. Please, please Read, Review and Enjoy. Se gap lai nhe.
Chapter VI
The Second Encounter
Frank and Alice had a very happy honeymoon in Romania. Whilst there, they were able to search for the supposed "Unholy Tomb," the lost burial site of Vlad Dracula. The site has remained hidden, and according to legend is under the guard of Vlad's undead officers, who were cursed for all eternity to guard the tomb of he whom they pledged eternal loyalty, yet betrayed on that fateful December day in 1476 to the Turks. Whether or not this legend is true is irrelevant, Frank reflected. So far, neither of them had had any luck in finding the elusive tomb. And so it was with a heavy heart that the happy pair returned to England.
After their arrival home, Frank went back to work as a successful bounty hunter, or "venture capitalist" as he started to call them. Alice, in the meantime, remained at their new home in an attempt to make it habitable. Their friends and associates believed this to be an unwinnable battle, as they selected the Shrieking Shack as their abode.
One night, approximately three months following their return from Romania, the newly weds were to be found eating dinner.
"You wouldn't mind if I opened some champagne for our five month anniversary, would you?" Alice inquired. Frank grumbled. He had never been accustomed to drinking the bubbling, fizzy drink. Rum was his preferred nightcap, but…
"Yeah, why not." Alice went first to open a window by the table—it was, after all a dreadfully hot night. She then went to retrieve a bottle of champagne.
Alice and Frank were perhaps too happy and complacent for their own good. It is undoubtedly a good thing to be happy, and married, and enjoying your wife's company over a bottle of champagne. However, caution must be observed at times like these. No caution was observed, though. Unknown to all, a newly patched up Tom Riddle, Jr., hereditary Lord of Voldemortshire, was standing outside of the window sneering at them.
"Frank, this bloody cork is in too tight. I can't get it undone," Alice whined softly.
"Coming dear. I declare, I'm coming." Voldemort grinned malevolently. The couple had lowered their guard even further than before. Life is good, thought the Dark Lord as he put his hands on the windowsill to lift himself up and get a better view.
In the meantime, Frank shook up the champagne. He rather disliked the drink and by shaking it, perhaps most of it would fly out of the bottle so that he could drink his beloved rum. He then pulled out his sword and plucked the cork out, sending it flying right into Voldemort's nose.
"Ouch!" cried the despondent Dark Lord. Much to his dismay, a steady stream of the bubbling, frothing drink sprayed into his eyes, making them sting horribly.
"Owwww! Darn! I hate you, Frank! May you and yours suffer a most horrific death! May darkness forever fall upon your House and all who dwell within its walls!" With that, Voldie ran forth into the Darkness having once again picked a fight with the wrong man.
"Well, that was unusual to be sure," Frank said smiling. "I think this calls for a real man's drink."
"If you say so, my beloved husband," Alice replied. They pair downed their drinks and kissed before going to bed.