A/N WHHHAAAAT? Ok, Millie has a very confusing and awkward life, huh. Sucks to be her. (I'm so mean to my characters - HA!)

At breakfast, Harry and Millie sat across from Hermione and Ron.

"Well...We sure had an interesting morning." Harry began.

"I did, at least." Millie said, a bit grumpy.

Hermione and Ron asked what happened.

"Millie made out with Malfoy." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

Ron's jaw dropped and Hermione's eyes grew wide; the last night Harry had bragged about him kissing Millie.

"Not. On. Purpose!" Millie smacked his arm once more. She sighed and explained the situation to the gaping two on the other side of the table.

"How terrible." Ron said. "I feel bad for you, Millie."

Mille rolled her eyes and threw a sausage link at Ron. Ron fell off his chair.

Most of the table cracked up. Hermione rolled her eyes at Millie's immaturity.

Millie grabbed a waffle. She felt a sudden and slight tug just behind her bellybutton. she felt a spinning sensation, and fell onto the ground somewhere unfamiliar. She was still holding the waffle.

"Damn it, Pettigrew. He sent the wrong one!" An odd, pale man who seemed to have lost his nose, and kind of resembled a snake swore.

"Avada Ked-OH MY MUFFIN GOD!" Voldemort had started to say, though exclaimed when Millie held the waffle up for protection.

"What is that!" Voldemort asked furiously.

"Um...a waffle." Millie stated, befuddled.

"Get that away from me!" Millie smiled. "Now!"

Voldemort snarled and grabbed Millie by the face.

"Now, you will do as I say," Voldemort began menacingly, though he didn't have time to finish. Millie had smooshed the waffle directly in his face.

While Voldemort ran around frantically, making an effort to get the waffle off his face, Millie sat where she was, rubbing on her left arm, which had begun to burn. She inspeceted it and noticed a very, very faint black mark.

She figured it was just a bruise.

Millie laughed as Voldemort screamed about the waffle. Finally, she said, "Accio Waffle!" And the waffle came zooming back to her. She dodged the waffle, so as not to be portkeyed back to Hogwarts, which in retrospect would have been a good thing. That also led her to wonder why Voldemort had not been sent Hogwarts, which would be a very bad thing.

Voldemort seethed,and stalked over to Millie. He had red bumps all over his face.

"Now you've done it!" He cried. "Crucio!"

Millie writhed and screamed, immense pain flooding through her body. She felt as though a million red hot knives were jabbing through her skin in every place possibly. Finally, the pain subsided, and she panted on the ground.

"Hey, Tommy?" She asked. Voldemort winced at the embarrassing nickname that Millie had given him.

"What is it." He asked, impatient.

"How come you didn't get portkeyed back to Hogwarts?" She tried to be as innocent as possible, though that most likely angered Voldemort more.

Voldemort snarled. It was a touchy subject for him.

"C'mon, you can tell me." She said sweetly.

"Wha-No I can't! You are filth! A mudblood!"

"So? Your mom was a Squib and your dad was a muggle! That makes you as good as me, bro."

Voldemort got up close. So that his nose(slit) was almost touching Millie's. Never before had he felt so insulted. Compared to a mudblood? Ha! Sure, he was a HALF-blood, NOT mud, half, though he was still a very powerful wizard. And anyway, how did Millie even know about his parents! He hadn't even told his closest followers!

"Fine." He sighed, still fuming. "I am...allergic to waffles."

Millie tried not to laugh. "It's...its ok, Voldy. I'm allergic to...peanuts."

"Its not the same!" Voldemort cried. "Do you know how humiliating it is, when you're at a sleepover, and you can't even eat the breakfast! You get shunned!"

Voldemort began to cry on Millie's shoulder. Millie secretly did the "score" fist pump. She had found Voldemort's, the Dark Lord's, the most evil wizard in all of the world's weakness. Waffles.

She took out her wand and tapped Tom Riddle's face. Without even saying a thing, she caused all of Voldemort's warts to vanish.

"Mudbloods aren't to bad, eh?" Millie smugly asked.

Voldemort scowled and walked away. He turned to a table and studied a book full of incantations.

"Hey, girl, since we're cool now," Voldemort began, "I was wondering...if you knew Harry's weakness, and how to kill him. You know, Just in case." He said nonchalantly.

Millie's face dropped.

"Heh heh, just kidding." He laughed, though he cursed under his breath.

Yes, Voldemort is OOC. I have yet to find a fanfic-er who has captured his essence perfectly. Anywho, thanks to The Girl Of Destiny for the idea of Voldemort's, erm, problem. REVIEW!