Driving You Insane

Chapter 4

AN: Hey! Look what I did! I found some time to write and was in a silly mood so I wrote this out. Also, I'm not dead. :) I hope you enjoy it!

The next few days were absolute Hell for Voldemort with a capital H. With Potter's newfound power things got a lot more chaotic at Riddle Manor. The blasted ghost would go around taking control of his followers and make them do all sorts of ridiculous things like making them do dances or loud outbursts during meetings. It made his followers very afraid to come in to make their reports because they now believed the manor was haunted. The only upside was that Potter could only take over someone for so long nor someone that was mentally strong hence why he couldn't take over Voldemort himself and a few of his followers, not for a lack of trying. It also took a lot out of Potter when he took over someone so Voldemort would get a few hours of blessed silence while he recuperated. Voldemort could actually get some work done, that was until Potter recovered. In the meantime, he did what he could.

Voldemort was looking through some reports, enjoying the peace when his office door banged open and Lucius Malfoy came strutting through. The blond walked in and pivoted stiffly to face his desk threw his hair over his shoulder and started to sing...somewhat and do a ridiculous dance. "Duna nuna nuna nuh. Duna nuna nuna nuh. Duh nuh nuh nuh," he clapped his hands four times and turned and started again, using his hands to open and close, then flapped his arms while singing. "Duna nuna nuh. Duna nuna nuna nuh. Duh nuh nuh nuh," clap, clap, clap, clap.

"POTTER!!" Voldemort snarled "Stop that this instant!!

But Potter/Lucius kept going. "Duna nuna nuna nuh. Duna nuna nu-"

"Crucio!" he shouted, whipping his wand up and pointing it at the blond currently being possessed by Potter.

Lucious dropped and screamed when the spell hit him and Potter was forced out, losing his concentration. But he was laughing, not caring that he was just forced out of the body he was possessing nor that Lucius was in pain on the floor.

Voldemort released Lucius from the curse and he slowly recovered and looked around bewildered at how he got there and it turned to fear when he noticed he was in front of his Lord. He immediately started bowing and apologizing.

"OUT!" Voldemort shouted and Lucious ran out and Voldemort slammed the door closed and faced the laughing ghost.

-You should have seen your face- Potter said wiping an invisible tear -That was so good-

"Potter, you will stop controlling my followers. Now." Voldemort seethed.

-Nah- Potter said as he floated lazily on his back with his arms behind his head and legs crossed -It's too much fun-

"I will not stand for you making a fool of me and using my followers like puppets."

-Maybe you should sit down then- Potter replied -Besides aren't I just doing the same thing you are? Using them for your own gain?-

"How I use them is up to me. They are my followers and they will do whatever I tell them to."

-Wow. Now, whose possessive? -

Voldemort closed his eyes and tried to control his temper and sat back down in his chair "Go away and leave my followers alone."

-Oh, sure since you asked so nicely- Potter said yawning and starting to fade as he struggled to remain corporal. He looked at Voldemort and pointed two fingers at his eyes and then pointed them at him as he faded away.

Voldemort signed and slumped in his chair feeling wary. This was getting ridiculous. Potter just would. Not. Stop. He just had to get rid of him, he had to. Before he lost his mind.