Lord Voldemort watched, unamused, as death eaters attempted to throw him a birthday party; the Eiffel Tower, full of drunken servants.


A servant, drunkenly swayed forward, a puffy pink tutu in hand.


"Wasamatter!?"


Suddenly, he forced the tutu over Voldemort's head and arms; had Voldemort been able to reach his wand, he would have cursed the fool.


At that moment, Harry and company, arrived. Voldemort jumped up.


"Harry! My hero!"


Harry, confused, stared at Voldemort as he struggled with the tutu.


"Duel me! Save me from this wretched party!"


The dueling began, ending the party, sending Voldemort and Harry in a haze of sparks, Voldemort's tutu swaying dantily.

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Ha ha! I did it! It was difficult for this one, I was seventy six words over! But now, I am at one-hundered!


Alrighty, then, my next gift will be.....


Neville Longbottom, a rose, the Room of Requirement..... Yes, that should be good.

~Aria~