Hey, good news! The world has not stinted my up-dates! Woot!

Here's another fun little tale: Originally, this was going to be the last chapter. But the reviews were so great, and you guys seemed to like it so much, and one reader (soosha-q) even said "I wish it could go on forever, but I know that's not possible" Well I decided to try and make it a little more possible, by extending it more, and adding in a few bonus chaps. So this chapie will lead into an extra set. All for my wonderful reviewers!

DC: Again, I don't Avril Lavigne. And this is the last time I ever use a pop singing sensation continuously in a fanfic. Except for Britney Spears, because she doesn't count. But also I don't own whatever else in here.

"The pen is mightier than the sword!" -Edward George Bulwer Lytton (Favorite quote of all time.)

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst through the front door of Malfoy Manor, not even ringing the doorbell, the ultimate act of rudeness. Each brandished their own weapons: Hermione a wand, Ron his recently purchased iPod, and Harry a turnip. This was because he figured that if a thestral ate his weapon, it might as well get good fiber intake too.

"Intruders!" A booming voice announced.

"Give it up, Voldemort!" Harry proclaimed.

"Ha! Make me!"

"I will! Come down here and fight!"

Harry, caught up in the drama, forgot that he was supposed to be disposing of Voldemort's weapon.

"Hold on. Avril just started When You're Gone."

The trio waited patiently, glad that Voldemort was polite enough to let them listen in on the song.

When it ended, the Dark Lord appeared in a doorway. "Ready to battle this out, that Potter kid?"

"Whenever you are," Harry replied, jabbing his turnip around.

Voldemort held up his own carrot, raised it above his head and ran at Harry with an ear-splitting battle cry. "Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee – Cha cha cha!"

The vegetables met with a clash. Harry and Voldemort were swept up in epic combat, while Death Eaters flooded into the foyer, including Snape, who had miraculously recovered.

Ron blasted ACDC, while Hermione, the only one equipped with a standard weapon, sent laser beams shooting from her wand, because she had up-graded.

Harry and Voldemort fought their way endlessly around the house, until Voldemort managed to push Harry down the laundry shoot (it was a rather large laundry shoot, mind you) and run back downstairs.

It was when someone yelled an implied obscenity that the plot climbed.

"What the #$#$?!"

"That's it!" Voldemort screamed. "I've had it with these number signs and dollar signs in place of the actual word! I'm gonna say it, and no sort of 'censor system' is gonna stop me!" He took a deep breath. The rest of the room stopped fighting to watch, agape.

"Go -"

CRASH!

"Sorry," a random construction worker said, "Just dropped an anvil on six sheets of glass. I'll get that cleaned up."

Voldemort swallowed another gulp of air, and opened his mouth –

HONK HONK!!!

"Look, it's a semi parade!" a random child yelled from the random window.

Face tight with unhealthy anger, the Dark Lord started to take another breath –

BOOM! RUMBLE RUMBLE…. KA-BAM! VOOOOOOOOOM…VOOOOM……….BAM! BAM! BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!! SCREEEEEEEEEEECH! KA-POW! SQUEEK!

"Gee," a random person standing around said, "The house next-door just exploded, there was an earthquake, we launched an A-Bomb to the moon, a NASCAR race went around the house, an automatic bazooka just opened fire, someone dragged their fingers down a chalkboard, the A-Bomb hit the moon, and the Toy Chihuahuas were released!

"Pretty coincidental, huh?" he asked brightly.

"But…" Voldemort quavered, suddenly frightened, "Who released the Toy Chihuahuas?"

"I did!" someone dramatically shouted.

Everyone looked toward the sound. Everyone gasped.

"That Potter kid!" The Dark Lord exclaimed.

"Dude," Ron said, "just call him Potter and get over with it."

Voldemort pouted, but nobody cared, because they all were watching Harry, holding the Toy Chihuahuas cage remote.

"How?" Snape asked. "I thought I had that!"

"No, you weren't the only one doing any back-handed trickery, Snape. While we embraced, and you were busy planting the GPS thing, I took this out of your pocket!"

"How did you know to look for it, with only a matter of seconds?"

"I always knew it was Snape, not Sirius!" Harry proclaimed, "I was just putting on the act to fool everyone, and gain access to the Toy Chihuahuas."

"Wow, Harry," Hermione marveled. "That was so uncharacteristically profound of you!"

"Well, I am," he walked over to her and cupped her chin in his hand, "fabulous."

"Wait a second…" Ron frowned. "Harry would never hit on Hermione like that! That's an imposter!"

"You're right!" Bellatrix shouted. "Plus there's a giant plug in his back!"

"A robo Harry!"

There was silence, as they contemplated the sudden turn in events.

"That is SO cool!"

"OMG!"

"He's so much more handsome than the real Harry!"

"Hold on!" Voldemort said holding up his hands, "What kind of fanfic is this? Drama?"

"No, Voldemort," the producer walked onto the set, "You're line is 'He's pimp'n!'"

"But come on, what is this? A soap opera? Because soap operas are the only type of shows that have doubles as characters mistaken for the real character!"

The producer sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll get the writers on it. Until then, use this script." He handed another booklet to the Dark Lord.

The title read "A Blast To The Past"

Everyone on set flipped through it. Their facial expressions varied.

"Well, let's get on it… Places, people!" Voldemort shouted.

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AN: That's probably the best cliffhanger I've done so far, which is sort of sad… And you guys won't have time to wait, because it's the weekend and I'll have time to type up the next chapie. Lucky you!