Chapter 5 - After Discovery 2, in the point of view of the girl

I had just finished eating my lunch, and after washing my plate up quickly, headed back up the stairs to my bedroom, eager to continue writing my Harry Potter fan fiction story, 'The Realms Of Fiction'.

I opened the door, and made to go towards the desk so as to sit down and continue writing, only my eye was caught by the sight of a small figure standing on the edge of my laptop keyboard, and I stopped in my tracks. What the hell?

For upon closer examination, this small figure appeared to be a barely two inch high Voldemort, complete with snakelike face and bald head, wearing torn, black robes and holding out a tiny wand!

As I watched with my jaw dropping open in utter disbelief, the tiny Voldemort stepped back from the edge, and turned to face the computer's screen. What he saw seemed to scare him, and he turned again to this time observe the room around him.

Deciding he looked scared enough without further exploration, and feeling extremely curious as to where he had come from, I moved silently towards the desk, reached out a hand, and picked up the small figure by the neck of his robes, holding him between finger and thumb, and bringing him up to my face to get a closer look. The mini Voldemort immediately began to struggle, his tiny legs kicking in mid air, and his red eyes furious. I just smiled, and this caused him to take out his wand, which was to me smaller than a needle, and squeak, 'avada kedavra!', shooting a tiny green spark at my cheek, causing the spot it had hit to tingle slightly for a second, before feeling normal again.

I raised my eyebrow at this attempt to kill me, amused by how scared the miniature Voldemort seemed to be at the prospect of not being able to do any damage with his wand for once.

'Is that the best you can do?' I asked with a laugh, causing him to wince at the loudness of my voice to his small sensitive ears. 'Sorry,' I replied more quietly this time. Then I frowned. 'Now, Voldemort, what are you doing in my room, and how did you get here?'

'You dare speak my name?' squeaked the angry little dark wizard.

'Of course I do! You're only a fictional character; I have no reason to fear your name. But if it causes you discomfort, how about I call you Voldy instead?'

The little wizard looked furious, and sent another spell my way, this time a red spark, which once again only tickled my cheek.

'Now now Voldy, control your temper!' I teased, enjoying the reaction my words were causing. 'You forget that I am the one holding you in my hand, and that I am also the one who decides whether you live or not. If, that is, you are from where I think you are from. Your chances of survival could depend on your behaviour towards me.'

The mini Voldemort gave a small squeak, and gulped down his protests.

'That's better. Now, how did you get here?'

I set the small figure down on the palm of my hand, giving him slightly more freedom than he had had when clasped between my finger and thumb. He immediately brushed down his robes, and drew himself up proudly, rubbing his white, snake like face with his tiny bony hands before starting to speak in a smug, high pitched, hissing voice.

'I found out through pure genius and advanced spell casting, that I am not real, but a fictional character in one of many stories written about my life. I also discovered ways into the other stories, and then a way through the big screen you found me in front of, which led me to here.'

This story, although not new to me as the one in control of all this particular Voldy's deeds in life, was still rather remarkable to hear, and I had never thought when I started writing 'The Realms of Fiction', that the characters would really appear through the laptop screen and onto my desk.

'That was very clever of you indeed,' I complemented, causing Voldy to smirk in pleasure. 'Do you know what this place is?'

The little wizard shook his head, and cracked his tiny knuckles, trying to appear unconcerned.

'This is the real world, Voldy, the outer one in which all the fictional worlds are created.'
Voldemort stopped inspecting his fingers when he heard these words, looking up at me with distinct curiosity.

'The outer world?' he repeated with a tone of wonderment. Then he asked, 'What is the screen I came out of?'

'That screen is my computer screen. The laptop computer is the machine with which I write all my fan fiction stories.'

Voldemort nodded again, and paced once around my palm, the hem of his cloak tickling my skin slightly. 'You say fan fiction… has that got anything to do with which stories are the original, and which are not?'

'Yep. The real books are published in this world, but there are millions of fans who write stories based on the world of those books.'

'So I am not the original Voldemort?'

'No. You are one of the many copies used in people's fan fiction.'

'I see,' murmured Voldy in a smooth and cool tone. 'And all those Voldemorts, they never defeat Harry Potter?'

I sighed, and replied somewhat sadly, 'No. Good always triumphs over evil, Voldy, no matter what you do, you, as the evil dark wizard, are doomed.'

The mini Voldemort took out his wand and began twirling it between his fingers. 'But you wont kill me, will you? You're not that cruel, surely?' His words and manner had become somewhat cute, and I couldn't bare the thought that he no doubt will be killed off in the end of my story.

'Voldy, I'm really sorry…' I began, but he interrupted me mid sentence.

'But I'm nice really! I don't mean to hurt people; it's just you that makes me evil! And nastiness is fun! I mean, wrong… please don't kill me! I'll be good, I promise!'

It was so strange to see a miniature Voldemort no bigger than my finger begging for his life, his red eyes with slits for pupils making puppy dog eyes, and pleading that he's not really evil at heart. I couldn't help smiling slightly, and feeling a bit sorry for him. 'Well, I'll see what I can do… but I can't promise anything. That will depend on your behaviour.'

Little Voldy nodded, and ran his hand over his bald head. 'Thank you! You wont regret it!' Then a thought seemed to hit him. 'Hang on. If you are in control of my story, can you give me some hair? Being bald is annoying after a while.'

I couldn't help it. I laughed, and a bit too loudly for him; he covered his ears with his hands, and looked pained.

'Sorry,' I said again, and placed him back down on the laptop keyboard. 'Now if you don't mind, I want to write, and I can't with one of the main characters of the story running loose on my desk!'

Voldy nodded again, and gave a low bow. 'You're so kind and funny and wonderful…' he began praising, sucking up to my better nature.

'Yeah yeah, now get going, you evil little thing!'

The little Voldemort hastily turned around and headed back across the keyboard to the front of the screen. He paused before going any further, and called over his shoulder, 'Don't forget the hair!'

Then he stepped over the bottom frame, and disappeared into the black type, leaving me utterly perplexed and bewildered, but in peace to continue writing the story.