Disclaimer: Anything related to Harry Potter(tm) is not mine, except for the plot.
A/N: Story is set in the summer before OotP
Discovery of Fun
In a dark manor, hidden from the world except to those of the proper beliefs and blood, an ominous figure glided down a deserted hallway. Completely silent, not even the sound of his bare feet on the hard, black wooden floor, one hand gripping the opposite wrist behind his back, this figure, tall and pale with blood red eyes and slits for a nose, walked with a sense of purpose and power. An aurora of absolute evil emanated from him. This dark figure just happened to be The Dark Lord Voldemort, born again a few short weeks ago.
Lord Voldemort strode through the halls of Malfoy Manor searching for his richest follower. Guided, by the tattoo known as the Dark Mark that all of his followers had, it was not a difficult matter even in a place as large as the Malfoy residence. Upon reaching the door, he noticed a curious flashing light coming through the crack underneath and strange sounds that he had never heard before.
Opening the door, Lord Voldemort was shocked. For there before him sat Lucius Malfoy, patriarch of one of the oldest and most steadfast pureblood families and staunch supporter of blood supremacy sitting on a couch.
In front of a muggle television.
Playing Super Mario Kart.
Next to the Malfoy patriarch sat his heir, Draco, also participating in the muggle form of entertainment.
Eyes wide, the Dark Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, most feared man in Wizarding Europe, leader of the most powerful Dark Army in recent history, stood with his jaw on the floor gapping at his servant and his son.
Quickly realizing what he was doing, Lord Voldemort regained his composure into the regal being he was before glaring at his servant. "Luciusss," he hissed, "What, exactly, do you think you're doing?"
"My-my Lord," Lucius stuttered, after springing forth from his seat, "I-I was testing out this device one of my m-muggle business contacts from Japan showed me when I was forced to meet with him."
"What, pray tell, is this… this thing?" Lord Voldemort said, spitting out the last word, to his stuttering servant.
"W-well, m-my Lord, this device, is called a t-television," Lucius said, as he quickly began regaining his composure. "It is a box that can show images from all over the world. It's similar to a painting except that it can actually show scenes from places across the world, as they are actually happening. It's used for many things: news; education; entertainment in the form of mooves, T.V. shows, cartools, and what I was using it for, playing games."
This muggle device can show images from anywhere in the world, as it happens?" asked the Dark Lord.
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius answered, "It needs another device called a T.V. camel that takes the image and sound, and sends it to the television."
"Hmm," the Dark Lord thought, "I will have to look into this. Now, what is this game you mentioned?"
"That is another device, I don't know how it works, but you take this plastic carter, I believe it's called, and plug it into this slot after hooking these wires into the T.V. and turn it on." the Malfoy patriarch explained, "Then, you use this controller, to play. Sit down, my Lord, and I'll show you."
In Little Whinging, Surrey, there is a 4 bedroom house on the street Privet Drive with the number 4 on it. In the smallest bedroom of number 4, there lived a 14, not quite 15, year old boy named Harry Potter. Harry Potter is a delinquent, a vagabond and an all around unpleasant person. Or so his relatives say.
In reality, he is a wizard. As a wizard, he studies learns magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. Currently however, he lives in the house at Surrey with his horrible relatives, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his cousin Dudley.
At the present moment, Harry Potter was diligently working on his homework for his potions Professor, Severus Snape. Suddenly, his scar burned with pain. His scar was unfortunately a link with Lord Voldemort, a link established on this night his parents were murdered. A link that allowed Harry Potter to see events as Voldemort saw them.
Harry Potter collapsed and was pulled through the link into yet another vision, Lord Voldemort was currently experiencing great joy.
Harry sat on a couch in a dark room with a large telly in front of him and a controller for a game he was never allowed to play. Well, he was never allowed to play any game at all, but that's beside the point.
He was driving his character, Yoshi, as second player and was currently in the lead. Grinning like an idiot because he passed the other human player, Draco, by using a Lightning Bolt, he was almost to the finish line when the other players regained their size. Suddenly, a Red Shell flew from Draco and knocked him out of the lead, allowing for Draco to win the match.
Flying off the couch, he drew his wand and pointed at the telly. "Reducto!" Harry screamed and watched as the telly blew up in his face with a satisfied smile, before realizing that he couldn't play anymore. Turning to Draco, he yelled, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! CRUCIO!!" and watched Draco crumple to the floor.
After a minute of holding Draco under the Cruciatus, he released him when Lucius spoke. "My Lord, I have more T.V.s"
"What are you waiting for, Lucius, fix it," Harry ordered his loyal servant.
"Yes, my Lord," Lucius said as he left the room.
Sometime later, Harry awoke from his vision, not feeling any pain in his scar for the first time.
"I can't believe he was playing Mario Kart," Harry said as he shook his head. Grinning, he decided to write a few letters.
How have you been you dirty mutt? Life here has been the same as ever, and I've been worrying about Voldemort, until recently that is. I had a vision of him, but until I explain what it was, you have to do something for me. You will need Hermione's help. Buy a telly, and a Super Nintendo, along with a game called Super Mario Kart. Sit down with the Headmaster and, try it out a little.
A/N: So, what'd you think? I have the second chapter finished and if even one person likes this story, I'll continue. If not, oh well. If you like this story, thank Dene for helping me.