Well, at least I did remember to post this before midnight. Three more parts will follow in quick succession, but the fifth and last part won't be posted until tomorrow. I probably won't be responding to reviews until Sunday, since I have a Halloween event tomorrow that will take up a lot of my day and will have just enough time to post the last part. Also, only the story itself will be posted; no notes until the last part.

So, without further ado, here's the result of having a brain redirection from In Plain Sight to A Halloween Carol. Hope it's worth it.

Summary: On the Eve of Halloween, Voldemort decides to celebrate his impending victory by making sure he is well rested. However, that night, he is visited by four ghosts, warning him of his future. Will he continue on his path of destruction or be redeemed? A parody of Harry Potter with A Christmas Carol twist. Canon pairings.

Disclaimer: (Looks in bucket) Don't suppose the rights to Harry Potter are in here? No? (Looks up) Better luck next year.


Part I: Halloween Eve

Lord Voldemort, once known to the world as Tom Marvolo Riddle (but you didn't hear it from me!), had decided to do something he rarely did, considering he was near immortal.

He decided to get a good nights' sleep.

After all, one couldn't appear to the press on the morning of November 1st looking like he had been run into the ground. No, tonight he would sleep well, for Peter Pettigrew had told him of the secret hiding place of the Potters. And they would not be expecting him. Soon, they would be dead, all three of them, and he would reign over the Half-Bloods and Mudbloods and the Muggle animals that had spawned them.

Making sure his custom-made bed was comfortable, he lay down and was soon fast asleep, Nagini curled up at the end of the bed and comforted with a Warming Charm to keep her body temperature steady.

It felt like it had only been a few minutes when he heard a clock somewhere strike midnight. He grunted and rolled over, only to be faced with a pair of gleaming glasses.

"Well, aren't you just ugly," she giggled.

Voldemort was shocked. He recognized the girl.

"Myrtle?"

She flew in the air, landing atop his spare robes dresser. "I see you still remember me, Tommy."

"Don't call me that name!" he growled, grasping for his wand.

"Oh, that won't help you," she said mildly, studying her translucent fingernails, then holding a hand up so Voldemort could make out the design of the wall through it. "I'm a ghost, see? Already dead."

She sniffled, but Voldemort wasn't impressed.

"Leave me alone."

"Why?" she pouted. "It's not like haunting toilets is more fun. 'Sides, I got a message for you."

"From who?"

"From whom."

"Huh?"

"Well, you see, it's not 'who,' it's 'whom.' You might want to think about that when you speak. Grammatical knowledge can be quite a forte in public speaking."

"Says the dead Ravenclaw," he retorted.

She wailed so loudly it was a wonder several of his Death Eaters didn't burst through the door. Voldemort winced, the sound cutting through his head. When she had finished, he was even crabbier than before.

"Now is a good time I wish I knew an exorcism spell," he muttered, his ears (or rather, the holes were they had been) still ringing. "Well, get on with it then."

She pouted again. "Fine. Your message is this." She cleared her throat and stated in a booming voice not her own, "TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE, YOU HAVE BUT THIS ONE NIGHT TO REDEEM YOURSELF FROM THE PATH YOU HAVE CHOSEN, LEST YOUR SOUL BE CONDEMNED TO ROT IN THE DEEPEST LEVELS OF HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY AS PAYMENT FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS!

"TONIGHT, YOU WILL BE VISITED BY THREE GHOSTS! HEED THEIR WARNINGS, WIZARD, FOR YOU SHALL NE'ER BE GIVEN ANOTHER CHANCE TO DO SO!"

After this proclamation, Myrtle snapped back to herself. She made a face.

"Blegh, let the Almighty take control for a second and it leaves a bad taste in your mouth."

"Again, how would you know?" snapped Voldemort. "Dead, remember?"

She glared and with another wail, disappeared through the door into the bathroom. He heard a clunk and a splash as she disappeared into the pips via the toilets.

"Stupid ghost," he muttered, yanking the covers over his head.

Well, at least he could get a Death Eater to clean it up tomorrow.


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