Oh yesss... it is going to be one of those days.... Voldemort, a.k.a he who must not be named, a.k.a the dark lord, a.k.a freaky as hell and too many other names to be mentioned, was sufficiently speechless. Across from him stood another, Harry Potter, a.k.a several other names, (but not as many as Voldemort.) Harry coughed, "I take it, the authors are doing this again?"

"Your assumption is as good as mine, however..." both looked up to see the Microsoft Word screen above them, "I'll never guess what gave you that idea." Both sank down with a moan. "What horrendous things will they make us do this time! Augh!! These things drive me crazy! You won't believe the story I was in last week!" Voldemort chuckled and sipped from a tea cup that had mysteriously appeared in his hand. "Whatever it was, it cannot be worse that what I was placed in yesterday." Harry narrowed his eyes, "Are you willing to set a wager on that?" Voldemort glared silently over the rim of the pink teacup. "Yesss... perhaps I am..." Harry grinned, "Alright then! I wager you... the final outcome of the last book, that mine was worse than yours!" Voldemort scoffed, "Wager me something you can actually deliver Potter."

Harry thought hard. "Okay, well... how about I wager you... a secret way into Hogwarts?" The red eyes flashed for a moment before widening with surprise. "This isn't even tea, damn it!!" Harry blinked, "You just completely blew me off, didn't you." Voldemort continued to stair in horror at the cup, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. Harry raised an eyebrow, "So... what's in there?" The Dark lord looked slowly up at him, mouthing one word, (Coffee...) "That's it?! What's the big deal about Coffee?! You had me scared for a moment there!!" Voldemort blinked, "You have no idea how scary I get when I drink coffee..." Harry snorted, "Coffee makes you scary?" Voldemort lowered his eyes, "Well, actually... coffee makes me hyper."

Harry's eyes grew wide, "NNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

"...Ah, are you quite finished?" Harry nodded, "Yes, yes I am." Voldemort continued to glare at his cup. "So... do we have a wager?" he looked up, "Oh, oh yes, we have a wager." Both glared at each other, then a giant floating eyeball fell threw the screen and onto the abandoned teacup. Sauron looked around for a moment, being an eyeball that was what he specialized in, and then chuckled evilly from an unseen mouth. I SHALL CLAIM THIS WORLD FOR MY OWN!! In a flash of fiery evil fire he vanished. Slowly... the two enemies looked at each other, "Ah... so, I take it we're in a crossover then?" Voldemort looked at where the eyeball had been, "Well, your assumption is as good as mine."