Harry grinned. Voldemort was defenceless against him now, as weak and pitful as he himself had been back in the day. He rubbed his hands to gether, and called out into the huge house of Black, a.k.a. Number 12 Grim. Place.
"Mionie? Ron? Are you guys packed and ready yet?"
They were on their way out to find Voldie's new hiding place, or as he would put it, "Fortress of Doom" . At first, Harry had been quite alarmed, but remember that this was Voldemort, you know the evil cyco-creep, that he was talking about. Plus, this was not evan close to being as weird as this one conversation he once had with 'Mione…
FLASHBACK
"Harry! Omigosh, Draco, the hideous thing just asked me out!"
"No, way! Well you know, they do say opposites attract…look at my Mum and Dad."
"Do you know what that means?"
"No, what?"
"Well, who hates your guts and tries to kill you all the time?"
"You mean….."
"Yup. You-Know-Who wants you!"
That is where he took off screaming and yelling at random dudes.
Anyway, on with the story. Did you know that this is the longest fic I have written so far. And—oh, you wanted to read the rest of the story. Oh, I understand. You just don't like me. B-b-b-b-ut…waaaaaaa!! (insert sobbing here) Okay, fine (mumbles about how people don't care about her, the author with close to no reviews, and how she was going to have her revenge, oh yes…does Kreature still have that dagger?)
Harry was "Off to see the wizard" . He was very pleased, very pleased indeed, with his success. He did not see any loop-holes in this plan. Unless—no, Harry shook that thought out of his head. Moldy-Shorts would never find that minor offset in their mission. He was not even close to being smart enough.