Hello my good readers! :D
This is probably one of my favorite stories to write. However it seems that no one wants to read it. As of yet, only fifteen viewings! Kind of disappointing, but hey hopefully they'll smarten up eh?
Okay, here's a short chapter, with a couple twists.
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Disclaimer and Summary can be found on the first chapter. :P
Where the last chapter ended:
For Voldemort, that was the final straw. No more Mr. Nice Dark Lord! No, today he would annihilate the old man, and no one could stop him! Mwahahahaha! Interrupting his own internal monologue, Voldemort issued his first order of attack. The battle had now begun in earnest. The Old Coot was going down!
Chapter Two
They fought long and hard, matching each other equally; blow for blow, man for man. Till Voldemort saw an opening, and striking one last time, finished the battle.
Voldemort had won.
"Ha! Take that you Old Coot! I am the king of chess! Do you hear me? The King! Mwahahahaha!" Voldemort exclaimed, smirking triumphantly at the badly beaten man.
Dumbledore however seemed unfazed.
"Good game my boy."
The scary Dark Lord Voldemort found himself disappointed in the reaction of his sworn enemy.
"Would there be any chance to see any tears shed?" he asked hopefully, only to have his hopes dashed as the old man smiled, shaking his head.
"Now why would I do that?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "It was I who taught you everything you know." He finished smugly.
"Point," Voldemort conceded.
Oh my gosh! Is Dumbledore secretly evil? Is he Voldemort' mentor? Something else?
Did you see these twists coming? ;P
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~Autumn Skyie