“I Will Destroy You!”
Lord Voldemort Meets Audrey
A Fan Fiction Story by Melinda
The door creaked open. Hunched over the keyboard, Audrey looked up. “What are you doing here?”
The man stood in the doorway, eyes blazing red. “I will destroy you!”
“Hey, that’s my line!” Audrey shot back. “And what do you think you’re doing, coming into my room like this?”
He growled quietly. “How dare you--” he began. He could not finish his sentence because he was interrupted by a – “Did you just bark?” Voldemort exclaimed incredulously.
She let out another high-pitched bark. Voldemort stared.
After a minute, he remembered that he was Lord Voldemort. No one speaks to Lord Voldemort like that. He raised his hand into the air. “Silence, child,” he hissed.
Audrey got off the chair and walked up to him. “What did you just call me?” A low growl came from her throat.
What insolence! he thought. But still, this made life interesting. She didn’t submit to him immediately. “Ah, torture is fun,” he murmured, unaware he had said it out loud.
“Yes, it is!” she shouted and ran out the door.
“How weak you are to run from the great Lord Voldemort!” he bellowed. “You shall not get far...”
But she was already back. Carrying a big stick.
“Oh, yes, torture is fun!” she exclaimed, grinning madly.
“You sad, pathetic child,” Voldemort sighed, “you don’t know true power...”
Whack. He rubbed his sore head as tears pricked his eyes. “Ow,” he whispered softly, but then he remembered. His image!
“How dare you! You insolent brat!”
He pointed a shaking finger at her. A thin, white finger.
“Ooh, your finger’s cool!” she burst out.
Taken by surprise, Voldemort drew back his finger and examined it. “I don’t know,” he sighed, “I’ve always thought they were too much of pianist fingers and I must be the most tone deaf person in the world...”
“Did you try lessons?”
“My parents forced me to take piano for five years. Any reminder of that brings back awful memories.”
“Your fingers are still tight, man.”
He wrinkled his forehead. “If that’s a compliment, thanks.”
She nodded and gripped the stick more tightly. “Hey, do you fence?”
He lifted his head up with a grand air. “What do you think -- I am Lord Voldemort.” Right before her eyes, a shining metal sword lay in his hands.
“Hey, no fair! I have a stick!”
He let out a disappointed sigh. “Fine, fine.”
Audrey watched in amazement as the metal faded into the knobby brown wood of an ordinary stick.
“On guard, Rainsford!” Audrey cried out as she swung the stick. But Voldemort blocked the attack, throwing her stick off to the right, and then poked her in the stomach.
“You will suffer!” A mad swing of the stick and Voldemort had backed up, his fingers in his mouth.
“You hit me!” He glared at her. “That hurt.”
“Sorry, sorry! It was an accident!”
She ran up to him. “Let me see your finger.”
Reluctantly, he pulled it out of his mouth. “Look,” he muttered angrily.
“It’s not bleeding.”
“Yes it is. See the blood?”
“That’s because you’re squeezing it to make it bleed,” she retorted.
Voldemort didn’t answer. He popped the hurt finger back into his mouth.
“Aw, I said I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your finger. And anyway, you poked me in the stomach.”
“Oh, I understand now. It was revenge, eh? Well, you seem like the sort of person it’d be better off to keep around. For the time, anyway.” He patted her on the shoulder like one would to a dog.
She smiled at him. An evil smile of teeth. “We’ll see.”