Voldemort quickly finished his packing. He looked around at all the Death Eaters that had gathered to see him go. He smiled, for the first time in forever. Wondering if his eyes twinkled. I mean, he was replacing Dumbledore. He had been trying to get twinkling eyes all morning.

"Goodbye my faithful Death Eaters!" Voldemort called. "Be nice to your new Dark Lord!" Voldemort quickly slipped on the half moon glasses he had ordered Bellatrix to buy him, and apparated. He found himself standing in Dumbledore's office. There was a person in the room whom Voldemort tried to get a good look at. But unfortunately, his glasses had clouded over.

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"Hello my Lord'" Snape curtsied.

"Severus, is that you?" Voldemort asked. Listening to the voice and praying for his glasses to un-cloud.

"Yes it is," Snape said proudly.

"Oh, that's nice." Voldemort squinted. Snape sounded different somehow.

"So, how are all your students doing?" Voldemort's first attempt at being Dumbledore-ish.

"Oh wonderful, all the Slytherin boys have decided they're all gay transvestites."

"You mean, this school is infested with men/women?" Voldemorts voice turned fearful. He peeked out the window off Dumbledores. His glasses un-clouded just as he looked through the window. Voldemort sqeaked and jumped back, quickly ducking under his desk.

"Is there a problem my lord?" Severus asked.

"Men/women, everywhere!" Voldemort hissed.

"And?" Severus asked, walking around the desk to peer under it where Voldemort was huddled.

"They're all out to get me, I know it," Voldemort said, his eyes watching a small bug crawl across the floor

"Don't worry, they won't hurt you, I'll make sure they don't." Snape placed a comforting hand on Voldemorts shoulder.

"Voldemort looked up at Snape. his eyes widened.

"You're on of them," he said fearfully. Ducking back out from under the desk he ran off screaming like a little girl.

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"Did you-know-who just run by screaming like a little girl?" Ron asked, he stared after the slowly shrinking screaming Voldemort.

"Unurgh," Harry grumbled. Voldemort could have ran by screaming for all he cared he was much more interested in something else.

"But Harry, Voldemort did run by screaming," Hermione said.

"What?" Harry's head shot up, he turned, eyeing Hermione suspiciously, "how did you know I thought that?" he asked.

"Oh honestly you two, you'd think that by now you'd have figured out that I can read minds," she replied.

"You can?" Ron asked.

"Yes, I can read minds... unfortunately," she added

"Why would that be unfortunately?" Ron asked, "I would just love to read minds, I mean, then I'd know all these deep dark secrets about people, and I could use them as blackmail."

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had to hear Harry's thoughts every day. Or Snapes," Hermione told him

"What does Harry think about?" Ron asked. Hermione shuddered.

"I'd rather not... think about it," Hermione whispered, "They're rather... detailed..."

"Harry, what do you think about?" Ron asked.

"Like I'd tell you," Harry snapped, before turning away and continuing his daydreaming.

Hermione sat there. Her eyes growing wider and wider.

"That. Is. Disgusting." she whispered, then, like Voldemort, ran off screaming.

"Geeze, someone must be thinking something really bad," Ron said.

"I wonder who that could be?" Harry mumbled, not bothering to mention that he knew exactly who's thoughts had made Hermione scream.