mahaliem - Voldemort in the Loony Bin
читать дальшеThe sheets were plain white as were the walls, so he knew he wasn't a guest at the Malfoy mansion because they considered that colour only suitable for skin and hair and beneath them in all other forms. Twits.
"My loyal Death Eaters are here, as well?"
"Completely loony," Potter muttered, which Shacklebolt ignored.
Snatching up his fork, he speared a carrot on the tines and was lifting it to his mouth when his hand bumped something. In confusion, he laid the fork down and examined his face with his hands.
"A nose!" he shouted. "I have a nose!"
For the fifth time, he pointed a finger at Potter and yelled "Crucio!" For a fifth time, it didn't work.
"Mr. Riddle, take a seat on the examination table."
He recognized that voice. Whirling around, he saw Snape.
"Snape! Thank God! You have to get me out of here."
"That is my intention."
"What's your plan?"
"My plan is to examine you and provide you with the best healthcare possible so that you can return to the outside world and become a productive member of society."
Lucius Malfoy.
"That one's quite a character. He thinks he's God or something."
Obviously, Lucius hadn't changed a bit.
....
"That woman had red hair. I can't abide red hair. It's so very, very red."
"How'd you like to kill all the red-heads in the world?" Voldemort asked in a low tone.
Lucius turned and eyed him. "Go on."
"I plan to rule the world through abject terror and would like your help."
"It sounds like work," Lucius said dismissively, then turned back to his television.
......
"Will I be able to turn the television off?"
"Done," proclaimed Voldemort.
"Then I will gladly join you in your bid to rule the world. I so much prefer when the television is off for only then can I clearly see my reflection in the glass."
Voldemort stared at Lucius for a moment. He really was such a twit.
he heard a familiar ear-splitting scream coming from a heavily guarded corridor.
"That's the ward for the criminally insane," Shacklebolt explained. "They're much too violent to be among the rest of the patients."
Voldemort nodded in understanding. "Bellatrix!" he yelled. "Prepare! I'll come for you as soon as possible."
"Absolutely bonkers," Potter murmured.
Voldemort whirled on him, glaring. "When I am in power you will crawl on your knees and beg to serve me."
Potter glared right back at him. "Everyone just thinks you're nuts, but I know better. You're dangerous! This scar tells me so," Potter declared, pointing to the mark on his forehead.
They'd tried to pretend that there were several different nurses. They pointed out that the nurses all had different hair, eye, and skin colours, were different shapes and sizes, but they couldn't fool him. Voldemort was well aware that Tonks was a metamorphmagus.
. "You are ready?" he asked.
They nodded, except for Lucius, who flung his hair back over his shoulder.
"Twit," Voldemort muttered. Once again he addressed the group. "You have your weapons?"
The group brandished their paintbrushes that had been carefully denuded of bristles.
"You remember the words of the spell?"
Again, they all nodded except for Lucius, who was examining his nails.
Voldemort came face to face with Potter.
"At last we meet!" Voldemort announced. "Now you will die."
"In your dreams," Potter replied.
The last thing Voldemort saw before he blacked out was Potter's taser coming at him.