AN: So I found this file on my computer the other day. I had completly forgotten about it... I think I wrote about ayear ago...
DISCLAIMER: I don't Harry Potter much to my disappointment.
Voldemort paced back and forth in a private room at theLeaky Caldron. His very good friend, Ravin, had arranged to meet him here, saying something about a wonderful position toturing people in her latest fan fiction, but Ravin was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, Voldemort expected to see her bounce up, her brown hair streaming behind her and her chocolate eyes aglow.
Voldemort heard footsteps, but they seemed rather heavy like the footsteps from someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders not the light bouncy footsteps of Ravin whose tread was either quiet if she was planning something or as weird as this may sound happy if she had just managed to pull off some stupid hair-brained schemed that one is more than a little surprized that it actually worked.
The door opened and so he turned around not to face Ravin like he expected but Harry Potter.
"What are you doing here?" Harry said in a voice that just screamed to the world 'broken'. "I thought I was suppose to be meeting Ravin."
Voldemort saw Harry's sad state and began to cry inside. He had dark circles under his dead emerald eyes that had once shone brighter than the sun and walked with his shoulders slumped and an air about him that clearly told everyone that he no longer wished to live.
Voldemort was now starting to wish he hadn't divorced Harry after their last slash fic they had done together. "Ravin asked to meet me here."
"Oh," Harry said looking even more depressed than before. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," Voldemort said and caught Harry by his waist. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Harry said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like little love-sick puppies.
From behind in the closet Ravin watched through the door which she had written transparent from her side only with a mischeivous glint in her beautiful eyes. She took a list out of her pocket and ran her finger down it stopping at the line just above "Bellatrix/Luna" and checked off "Voldemort/Harry". Then, she put the list back in her pocket and prepared to enjoy the free show of kinky man butt sex that Voldie and Potty were so energetically giving her as she ate from a bowl of popcorn that she had conviently wrote in beside her.