Well, I got some cool reviews, so the story's moving on. This one is still sort of like a prologue, except more in depth.
DC: I especially don't own any sort of Mac or PC franchise. Even if I do suck up a little to Apple.
Let it begin!
The package was small. Barely the size of a notebook. And yet, Voldemort thought as he stroked the cardboard, it would hold his domination.
Yeah, the little voice inside his head said, just like your diary was your domination, and that rock, and the potion thing, and the prophecy.
Voldemort glared irritably at his forehead. Stupid conscience. He though he'd killed it years ago.
There was the sound of a heavy implement colliding with another object from inside the Dark Lords head. And then a thump. The conscience fell silent.
Voldemort went back to stroking his box. He continued to stroke it… and stroke it… and stroke it. Perhaps it would've made more since to open it immediately, instead of sitting around waiting for Harry Potter to come barging in with his "love", but savoring the moment was all part of evil schemes. You couldn't just execute them, oh no.
Eventually, Voldemort grabbed his wand, looked at it, threw it over his shoulder, and grabbed the scissors.
"Ow!" cried Snape as a bit of wood struck him in the eye, forcing him to drop his tea.
Voldemort, completely oblivious to the semi-blindness he had just caused, began delicately cutting through the tape. Slowly, the box was opened, the two flaps spread wide, and in shinning glory that lit Voldemort's face like car headlights would a stop sign, the Dark Lord lifted up his ultimate weapon, brought to him straight from Sheng-Hi.
It was PC notebook.
Voldemort flipped it open and hit the on switch triumphantly. Nothing happened. He hit again, more forcefully. Again the screen remained indifferently black.
"Minion – I mean, Snape!" Voldemort shouted into the kitched behind him. "My secret weapon won't turn on!"
"Well, your Lordship…" Snape said, rubbing his eye. "It seems like you've ordered a Windows PC."
"… Which means what? Politically Correct? Polycarbonate? Populace Control?"
"No, your Lordship. It means Personal Computer."
"Ah. How does it work?"
"With Vista, apparently."
Voldemort squinted at his Death Eater. "How do you know all about this sort of thing?"
"It's all over the TVs in the town, sir. The commercials… 'Ello, I'm a Mac'. Haven't you seen those?"
The Dark Lord squinted suspiciously. "No I haven't. What's a Mac?"
"It's another computer, sir."
"These muggles really do complicate life, don't they?"
Snape was getting rather bored of the conversation. "They do sir. And if you don't mind, I've got some tea on, so I'll just be going…"
He left Voldemort still pressing the on button.
In the dinning room, out of earshot of Voldemort, Snape joined with the other relaxing Death Eaters.
"Anyone know how Crazy Lord got his hands on technology?" he said as he entered.
Lucius shrugged. "Maybe he decided it's the only thing he hasn't tried."
"I wonder if it'll actually work."
"I doubt it. We always lose."
"Well with that attitude, we will."
"The point is, we've just handed a man who's completely evil, but is trying to turn the laptop on by pummeling the space bar, a computer. What does this mean for the world?"
"As long as we're okay," Bellatrix interjected, "I don't really care."
The other Death Eaters nodded in agreement. It was a good point.
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Harry turned the small mental thing over in his hands. "What is it?" he asked wondrously.
Hermione sighed. "It's and iPod, Harry. We've been over this."
"But what do you do with it?"
"Listen to music."
"Oh." Harry looked at the blank screen. "Weird Sisters, Do The Hippogryph!" he shouted clearly.
Ron groaned. Even he had been able to grasp the simple concept of electronically charged silicon implants. Surely Harry could.
Hermione pulled the iPod out of Harry's hand, for fear of everyone's eardrums. "Ron, go get the iBook. We need to teach Harry how to use iTunes."
Gravely, Ron rose from his chair and left the room.
"Man." Harry muttered. "These people need more creative names… iTunes, iPods, iBooks…"
"It's the 21st generation. You'll get used to it. Now to access the main menu, press menu." Hermione demonstrated. "And to pick your songs, press the center button… Do you follow?"
AN: Well that was fun. I hope to do a lot more with the Mac vs. PC, later on. I love those commercials.
ginny
