A Day in the Life of He Who Must Not Be Named.
written by Lily Eastwood -Gone-
This is a book I wrote a few years ago for my school, but I thought I would put it up here and see what people think of it! Enjoy!
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The first (and only) chapter in this book
Chapter 1
Today i woke up, yawned, and checked the time. 6:00AM!!!! I went back to sleep, and woke up at the respectable time of 8:30am. When i finally woke up, I got out of bed and suffled to the bathroom. After washing my face (rubbing the area where my nose used to be-I know, haha let's all laugh at the guy with no nose), I go back to my room and try to decide what to wear - black robes, black robes, or tattered black robes? I decided to put on black robes, then contemplated the idea of a wig, or a toupee. I look through my collection, trying them on, when I hear a voice from behind me.
"You look very handsome my lord," Bellatrix said, looking through the door into my room. "I like the wig, where did you get it?"
I just told her to go and wait with the others, ignoring the look of disappointment on her face.
After getting dressed, i go downstairs. My house elf had made me the same breakfast I have every morning - boiled eggs and soldiers, or as i like to call them, Harry Potter eggs and magic wands. That way, I can smash Harry Potter's head in every morning, without even doing any work!
After breakfast, I call a meeting with my loyal death eaters. They all pile into my living room, and we discuss plans for at least one hour when, all of a sudden, someone shouts
"Maybe you shouldn't be a dark lord! You never will never kill Harry Potter anyway!"
"WHO SAID THAT!" I screamed. As soon as i started talking, the crowd parted like the sea parted to Moses, and I could see cowardly, snivelling little Peter Pettigrew huddled on the floor, whimpering
"I'm sorry master, but it's true!"
I immediately ordered Bella to take him down to the torture chambers underneath my house, and she obliged, happily. I instantly ajourned the meeting, and sent all of my followers home.
After, I worked on my top secret project. Well, actually, that's a lie, as I did Zumba (Don't tell anyone, it's a secret). I need to be in tip top shape to kill Harry, so I do zumba daily after my lunch.
Then I have dinner before going to bed at 9:00pm.
The End
"You look very handsome my lord," Bellatrix said, looking through the door into my room. "I like the wig, where did you get it?"
I just told her to go and wait with the others, ignoring the look of disappointment on her face.
After getting dressed, i go downstairs. My house elf had made me the same breakfast I have every morning - boiled eggs and soldiers, or as i like to call them, Harry Potter eggs and magic wands. That way, I can smash Harry Potter's head in every morning, without even doing any work!
After breakfast, I call a meeting with my loyal death eaters. They all pile into my living room, and we discuss plans for at least one hour when, all of a sudden, someone shouts
"Maybe you shouldn't be a dark lord! You never will never kill Harry Potter anyway!"
"WHO SAID THAT!" I screamed. As soon as i started talking, the crowd parted like the sea parted to Moses, and I could see cowardly, snivelling little Peter Pettigrew huddled on the floor, whimpering
"I'm sorry master, but it's true!"
I immediately ordered Bella to take him down to the torture chambers underneath my house, and she obliged, happily. I instantly ajourned the meeting, and sent all of my followers home.
After, I worked on my top secret project. Well, actually, that's a lie, as I did Zumba (Don't tell anyone, it's a secret). I need to be in tip top shape to kill Harry, so I do zumba daily after my lunch.
Then I have dinner before going to bed at 9:00pm.
The End
