Well now, here's to another chapter in my humorous story all about lord Moldy Short- i mean, Voldemort. If you happen to be reading my other fic, HPand the Last Love, I am updating that ASAIDH. As soon as i'm done here. YAY!!!
Disclaimer: sigh my witty remarks about not owning anything or being JKR are coming in short supply these days.
Chapter 2: Rats and cats and dogs... i mean... wolfs...
Peter Petigrew waltzed (yes, literally, the dance) into the dinning hall. Voldemort had been nice and given him a seat next to the Lord himself. Across from him was... a cat? And next to the cat was... Frenrir Greyback. The dog man.
"Hey dawg!" Peter said as he flatteringly sat down in his chair.
Frenrir glared and growled at him. "What'd you call me?!" The cat meowed. The meow sounded much like a laugh.
"I said, 'Sup dawg?' Is that so bad?" Peter said. He flicked his grey, dead hair back in a manner that suggested he thought he was... sexy. THE BURNING OF EYES!!
Frenrir lunged across the table and began to devior said ratting un-sexy little fat man. Peter was also a lousy, cheating, lying, double-crossing, ugly, stupid, grey, short, phony, wimpy, scoundrally, and many more, but i can't think of more words!-man.
The cat smiled at Frenrir. It opened it's mouth and turned into... MCGONAGALL!!! "That will be enough Greyback. Voldemort will be very upset at you." And indeed, the dark Lord was not happy. He punished the wolf in a way that would make sure he'd never forget it. He had to file the mold from his Lord's feet for the next 300 years! Oh, and the small little thing of he was banned from biting children for 3 years but that's not important to this story.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be out soon enough. THANKS AND REVIEW!!!
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