Hiya, this is my fist fic so I didn't have it beta'd (T-T)
Disclamer: J.K.Rowling , Bloomsburry and WarnerBros own Harry Potter... I only invented the cake-eaters ballet group
but I do own the other reality that I live in.
The ponderings of a certain Dark Lord.
He was sitting in an armchair by the fire, stroking his snake.
"So, finally Albus Dumbwhore is dead. I wanted to kill him myself but Snape has proven his loyalty by killing him."
He continued to pet his snake.
"I actually intended to let the malfoy-kid kill his Head(giving)master but he failed me just like his father did. I keep wondering why I surround myself with these incompetent henchmen."
He was now playing with his wand.
"I'm keeping Bella because she's hot and was abstinent for 13 years. She turned out to be a nymfo just like her sister. I'd take Narsissa if she wasn't married…
what the hell am I saying I'm her master and her husband is in prison, I can take her anytime I want."
His breath became shallower.
"Wormtail has a magic hand and Snape… wow… we connect on a different level. We are both mudbloods pretending to be pure and who want to take over de world.
He covered his face with a hand.
"As for the rest of my death eaters they can call themselves cake eaters wear tights and do ballet like the fairy's they really are."
He laughed what caused him to moan.
"I don't know how we are going to catch the Order of the Phoenix, but when we have them I think Snape would enjoy torturing his old colleagues."
He massaged his chest.
"As for Harry Potter, I will make him my Toy, my Loveslave and I will have my way with his until he bores me then I'll kill him."
He put his wand in his cloak's innerpocket and stood up mumbeling something about Snape hitting him in the ribs and making Snape pay for it. Nagini wanted to be petted again, but he shoved her away.
He turned around to look at the misty figure from an other reality who was sitting on an old rug.
"You know that if you tell anyone what you've heard I'd have to kill you."
Looking back at it now I remember that I crossed my fingers and nodded.
So this wil be my first an last story, but this had to be told.
I hope he never finds out and that you (the reader) will review.
P.S. : the cake-eaters present ... Strawberry Shortcake Fairy Festival ... In theaters now.