The Mothership
Voldemort walked the long metallic
hallways until he reached the main chamber. The chamber which held the master.
There was very little light in this chamber, only a larger, comfy looking
chair and a shadowed figure sitting at it.
“Is the plan complete?” said the figure in the chair.
“Yes master,” said Voldemort. “It worked perfectly. Now that Harry Potter and his friends have seen New York and seen how easy it is to get laid in America, they will never want to return to Hogwarts.”
“Excellent,” said the figure. The chair was mechanically pushed forward into the light, revealing the magical being that sat in it.
“With
those three out of the way, the path to Dumbledore is clear. He will be mine
at last. And then, Voldemort, we shall see who is turned into the portkey.”
The Sorting Hat and Voldemort laughed maniacally together.
The End