A/N: OK, this is a very strange story. If you do not approve of gay people or lesbianism, DO NOT READ. Now, mind you, my friend and I are insane, and when we get bored on harrypotter.com, things can go crazy.. Now, chapters are short and we write them in turn. For example, she wrote chapter one, I wrote chapter two, she wrote chapter three, I wrote chapter four, and so on and so forth. Anyway, Here's the story you clicked on the link to read!

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Chapter One: By Nurgon Frostfire

Harry awoke one morning to feel his scar hurting. He bolted upright in bed.

"Voldemort must be planning something.." He said quietly to himself. "I wonder what it is."

He got out of bed and tiptoed downstairs to the living room where the phone was. He picked up the receiver and dialed a number. A few seconds later a voice recording answered the phone. It said:

"Good evening and thenk you for calling Death Eaters Annonomous. If you'd like to speak to Voldemort press one. For a list of Death Eaters, press 2.."

Harry quickly pressed one and waited. It rang and rang. Finally a person picked up the phone.

"Voldemort's house, Death Eater Three speaking. How may I help you?"

Harry gasped and was silent for a moment. "I'd like to speak to Voldemort please," He finally managed to say.

"One moment," said the person. Harry heard the phone being set down and then a knock on a door.

"What is it?" Called a high pitched man's voice, "Didn't I say to never bother me while I was painting my toenails!?!" The voice demanded. Now Harry could hear the death Eater say that he had a phone call. Suddenly the sound of someone running was heard and the phone was picked up. This time, though, it was the man with the high pitched voice that spoke into the phone.

"Is this my favorite sexy red-headed Weasley calling me? Ronnikins, is this you?"