Recipient: smilevampy Prompt: The final, deadly battle between Harry and Voldemort... Monty Python style! (or other Brit comedy) Word count: 100 Rating: PG Note: I'm afraid that writing comedy isn't really my thing -- this is a bit more of a pastiche I'm afraid...
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
It was the last straw, Voldemort abandoned all subtlety and rushed. Harry ducked and retaliated; withering his opponants arms to limp shrivelled forms.
"'tis but a scratch! I've had worse!" Voldemort retorted, charging.
Harry pondered the truth of that, before zapping Voldemort's legs.
"Right! I'll do you for that! Come here!"
Harry's "What are you going to do, bleed on me?" died on his lips as Ron clonked Voldemort on the head, knocking him out for the count.
"Don't worry Harry, he's not dead. Just pining for the fjords..."
I must admit, when I saw this prompt, I waited in the middens to see what was done with it. That was great, specially cuz we all know Voldemort must have been the twisted product of some hamster/elderberry hotness.
Prompt: The final, deadly battle between Harry and Voldemort... Monty Python style! (or other Brit comedy)
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Note: I'm afraid that writing comedy isn't really my thing -- this is a bit more of a pastiche I'm afraid...
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
It was the last straw, Voldemort abandoned all subtlety and rushed. Harry ducked and retaliated; withering his opponants arms to limp shrivelled forms.
"'tis but a scratch! I've had worse!" Voldemort retorted, charging.
Harry pondered the truth of that, before zapping Voldemort's legs.
"Right! I'll do you for that! Come here!"
Harry's "What are you going to do, bleed on me?" died on his lips as Ron clonked Voldemort on the head, knocking him out for the count.
"Don't worry Harry, he's not dead. Just pining for the fjords..."
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