Tequila?
Voldemort groaned, and slumped onto his leather couch.
He was getting older and still had no process in killing the boy who lived. Harry had left Hogwarts a bit over four years ago and he was living in peace with his husband.
Voldemort grabbed a bottle of tequila and was about to pour himself a shot when he paused and chugged the whole bottle. Lucius stepped into the room and looked at Voldemort with empathy. He walked to him and grabbed the tequila bottle and pulled it out of Voldemort’s hand.
“Dear, It wasn’t that horrible, was it?” Lucius said, looking at him, waiting for an answer. Voldemort groaned.
“Yes, it was.” Lucius kept staring at him until he continued.
“Well, I got so close to killing that brat until his husband Ron shows up and Silencio’s’ ME!” I had to flee before anything worse happened. Lucius looked at Voldemort and snorted out loud. Voldemort ignored him.
“I just don’t know what to do! I’ve tried everything.”
Lucius scrunched up his nose.
“Well…”
“What?” Voldemort asked, eager to know his idea.
“..There is a thing in the muggle world.. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it..” Lucius continued.
“You could hire a hitman. It’s a muggle who you hire to kill anyone you like for some money.”
Voldemort looked thoughtful, counting something with his fingers.
“So you say they would kill anyone I asked for?”
“Yes. I think that’s how it works.” Lucius confirmed.
He pulled out his IPhone 16 plus (Lucius has the drip), and showed Voldemort a website with a title declaring ‘Rent-a-hitman’. Voldemort grabbed Lucius’s phone right from his hand and clicked the
‘HIRE NOW!’ button. He passed the phone back to Lucius.
“Done!” He said with a dark glint in his eye.
Lucius nodded.
“Finally, I’m too tired to listen to your whining.”
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Hermione Granger opened her computer and saw multiple unread messages in her email.
“Ad, ad, from Harry…” She grumbled and continued.
“Money, hiring…” She paused and clicked on the message.
Hello, HG.
I need someone to be killed. I heard you could do it for me? :)
The man’s name is Harry Potter. I will pay you 500 USD for it.
Wish you luck!
V
Hermione stared at the message blankly and moved her circle-shaped glasses up her nose.
'Well, I do need the money…' Hermione thought.
'Also… I don’t really like Harry like that anymore. He didn’t want to live in the muggle world, and ditched me to marry Ron.'
Hermione frowned just thinking about Ron. He’s the worst. She accepted, and stood up from her chair.
“Time to get to work.”