Ch 7: The Dark Lord is Sick
Harry Potter was lying on the ground trying to wash his mouth by gurgling with the water from The Bucket…which as everyone knows is suppose to be used as a toilet.
Voldie on the other hand was trying very very hard not too throw up as his stomach churned with nausea from the sight and the fact that he is now claustrophobic.
"39 Bottles of beer on the wall, 39 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 39 bottles of beer! 38 bottles of beer on the wall, 38 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 38 bottles of beer 37-" sang a very off-key boy-who-lived who had swallowed the water contained with who knows what.
Voldie just groaned and rolled over trying to get the mental picture out of his head.
"Are you okay?" asked the boy as had happily smacked his lips in satisfaction after gulping who knows-what-was-in-that-liquid down.
"I have a stomach ache." moaned the dark lord clutching his stomach with a trickle of green saliva foaming at his mouth.
"You do?" asked the boy. "Really? I read in Dark Lord 101 that dark lords aren't supposed to get a tummy ache. It's in their genes." He chirped cheerfully and nodded to himself.
"Shut up, I'm not wearing jeans." Moaned the dark-lord-who-gets-tummy-aches on the ground
"No I said genes, not jeans you goof." laughed the oblivious boy while pushing playfully on the dark lord's shoulder.
All Voldemort did was to throw up.
"Oooh…did you pee on me?" Harry asked when he felt something wet seep through his pants.
Voldemort on the other hand was feeling much better. "No I didn't so shut up."
"Ooh! You said the 's' words!" crowed the boy not noticing there was a thick layer of yellowish green goo on his pants.
"Shu-Just be quiet and clean the stuff off your pants."
"You pooped on me?" yelled a slightly hysterically Harry. "You know how much these pants cost? Nothing? Get it? I stole from Malfoy. Ha! I bet he didn't know." He laughed as he went to the back of the closet to find some 'water' to clean up.
Voldie sank to the ground and rubbed his eyes tiredly while hopping to get some sleep when he heard a yell. "Tom? I think we ran out of water! I kinda drank it a few minutes ago! What do I do now?"