Crumple Horned Plot Bunnies
By Andrew J. Talon
Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Harry Potter or any other copyrighted works mentioned in this story. I am not writing this for profit.
Year 4, the Graveyard...
The slim figure rose from the cauldron, alive and menacing.
Lord Voldemort had returned.
"Wormtail, wobe me," Voldemort hissed... In a high pitched, squeaky voice that, despite the seriousness of the situation... Made Harry giggle.
Voldemort turned and glared at Harry.
"You find something amusing about my voice, Pottah?" He asked, still squeaky.
"Yeah?" Harry snickered. Voldemort sneered and held up his wand.
'You shall pay for your insowence, Pottah! My magic wevenge shall wuin you! I shall destrwoy all you hold deah! The stweets shall wun wed wit the bwood of your woved ones and-STOP WAUGHING!"
Short but fun.
