Post by laundry basket on Dec 13, 2006 16:53:10 GMT -5
"The Rivals"
A/N: Okay, this has absolutely no AD/MM anywhere, it's a plot bunny I salvaged from the adoption center.
This is a crack fic, not to be taken seriously.
The Rivals
"I have now conquered the world! Bow to me, you mere mortals!" cried Lord Voldemort, who had just proclaimed himself Supreme Lord of Everything In The Entire Universe. You'll notice that all the words in his title are capitalized. That's because it is a very important title to have, so the words must be capitalized in order to show the title's importance.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled a voice from behind him, and he whirled around to face a man with blond hair and blue eyes and very well defined cheekbones. He also wore a suit of armor and held a sword in his muscular hand.
"OOO, I am so frightened of you! AS IF YOU COULD TAKE ME ON!" Voldemort screeched, drawing his wand.
"OH, I THINK I CAN!" cried the man as his horse reared up on it's hind legs. He must have a horse, of course, because all the heroes need steeds to ride off into the sunset on.
"Who are you?" questioned the Supreme Lord of Everything in The Entire Universe.
"I," said the man pompously, "am Archibald, the last living heir of Rowena Ravenclaw!"
"NO!" gasped Lord Voldemort.
"YES!" said the man.
"THEN YOU MUST DIE!" screamed Voldemort.
BOOM!
"AHHH! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, MAN-WHORE TYPE FACE! NOOOOO!" sobbed Archibald. Voldemort had screwed up the curse, and now Archibald had the face of an ugly old hag.
"MUHAHAHAHAHA! ANOTHER POINT FOR THE SUPREME LORD OF EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE! OH, BURN!" yelled Voldemort, dancing his happy dance.
Meanwhile, Archibald slowly melted from the horror of his new face.
Suddenly, Lord Voldemort turned into a pile of ash. No one knows why.
And that was the end of Lord Voldemort.
A/N: Okay, this has absolutely no AD/MM anywhere, it's a plot bunny I salvaged from the adoption center.
This is a crack fic, not to be taken seriously.
The Rivals
"I have now conquered the world! Bow to me, you mere mortals!" cried Lord Voldemort, who had just proclaimed himself Supreme Lord of Everything In The Entire Universe. You'll notice that all the words in his title are capitalized. That's because it is a very important title to have, so the words must be capitalized in order to show the title's importance.
"NOT SO FAST!" yelled a voice from behind him, and he whirled around to face a man with blond hair and blue eyes and very well defined cheekbones. He also wore a suit of armor and held a sword in his muscular hand.
"OOO, I am so frightened of you! AS IF YOU COULD TAKE ME ON!" Voldemort screeched, drawing his wand.
"OH, I THINK I CAN!" cried the man as his horse reared up on it's hind legs. He must have a horse, of course, because all the heroes need steeds to ride off into the sunset on.
"Who are you?" questioned the Supreme Lord of Everything in The Entire Universe.
"I," said the man pompously, "am Archibald, the last living heir of Rowena Ravenclaw!"
"NO!" gasped Lord Voldemort.
"YES!" said the man.
"THEN YOU MUST DIE!" screamed Voldemort.
BOOM!
"AHHH! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS, MAN-WHORE TYPE FACE! NOOOOO!" sobbed Archibald. Voldemort had screwed up the curse, and now Archibald had the face of an ugly old hag.
"MUHAHAHAHAHA! ANOTHER POINT FOR THE SUPREME LORD OF EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE! OH, BURN!" yelled Voldemort, dancing his happy dance.
Meanwhile, Archibald slowly melted from the horror of his new face.
Suddenly, Lord Voldemort turned into a pile of ash. No one knows why.
And that was the end of Lord Voldemort.
