A/N: I should be kept strictly occupied so things like this don't have a chance of sprouting in my head.
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The Deep Dark Secret of the Death Eaters!
It was a dark sullen day with low hanging clouds that threatened with rain at any moment. The wind sent leaves rustling on the ground and swirling in the air, howling around the corners of the big mansion lying secluded from view at the end of a long driveway. From the outside it locked solemn and empty, no light in the windows, no flower garden full of colour, just the windy moor behind it. It was a silent and dead place.
Inside, behind drawn curtains the scene was very different. A fire was burning in the big fireplace, spreading light on a group of men gathered in the room. All but one of them was facing the fire. The man in front of it, silhouetted against the flames stood straight, his body radiating anger and dismay.
"I demand that you follow my orders!" Voldemort roared at his followers. "I order you to fulfil the task ahead of you! Or are you not my loyal servants? Haven't you sworn to serve me and only me, promised to follow my lead in any circumstances and in all ways possible aid me in my work?"
"But my lord..!" one of the Death Eaters protested and flinched when the Dark Lord turned his eyes to him in a glare that could kill.
"No buts, Dolotov! You swore on your life to do my bidding, remember?" There was a mad glint in Voldemort's eyes now and more then one of his servants had started to back away from him. "All of you swore to follow me on whatever path I chose and I hold you to that promise! And this is the path I walk right now and you are to follow without questions and without any arguments at all. Are you not the top of society, the pride of the pureblood race and the most powerful dark wizards in the known world? Then what are you afraid of? Is it a bunch of little cowards I see before me? Answer me!"
"Of course we follow you. But this does not feel right, my Lord." The voice of Lucius Malfoy echoed in the big room, the final 'my Lord' bouncing back and forth between the stone walls.
"We swore to always do as you told us that is true as well. But I really don't think we should be doing this." He motioned at the big display of assorted items that was set up on the nearby table and his voice was strong, even if there was a hint of insecurity inside it. Voldemort turned to look at him.
"I thought you were my faithful servant, Malfoy?"
The voice was icy cold, full of unspoken threats and for a second Lucius flinched and almost took a step back. Then he gathered himself again and stood, as a statue, head held high.
"I will always be your servant, my Lord. "
"Then what is your problem, pray tell?"
The older Malfoy took a deep breath and let his eyes meet those of the Dark Lord.
"I think I speak for us all, my Lord, when I say that WE DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH THE "MY LITTLE PONY - BABY BONNET SCHOOL OF DANCE"-playset!"
A/N: HA! The plot bunnies of doom have done it again! Review or I'll send them to eat your eyeballs! MUHAHAHA! Review if deserved. Thank you for reading!