I really should go and rename this fic, "Random Bits of Sh**".
Picture a scene utter chaos, with spells flying everywhere, and things breaking. Then
picture, in the midst of this, Harry and Voldemort just…well, you'll see.
"Boy-Who-Lived."
"He-Who-let-the-boy-live."
"Boy who just won't die."
"Really? That's the best you can do, Moldyshorts?"
"Oh, please." Voldemort said, examining his fingernails. "I know for a fact that the entire Order of the Fat Chicken, and half of my Death Eaters call me that."
Harry frowned for a moment. Then he brightened. "Drag Queen!"
Please give me a break as it is 2 in the morning. I'm probably going to wake up tomm, and repeatedly bash my head into a wall because I posted this…