Hey readers! It is moi again! If some of you were pissed that I haven't written anything in a while...then piss off because I've been very busy with things: counting grains of sand, tying my shoes(perfection takes time), and getting accepted to college(which happened yay!).

Well, enough about me...this little story was based on an inside joke between me and my cousins in Florida. Shit...why can't I lay off about me?!...oh well...anyways...besides the adventure of our favorite Golden Trio, we all wondered about The Dark Lord and his followers. Something had to be going on. I mean...Does he over work them. Those poor Death Eaters honestly deserve a break. Why can't Voldemort be considerate? Everything has to be about him...greedy.

The days were cold, dark, and gloomy, and Lord Voldemort sat on the highest chair. He was accompanied by his followers, who showed him a sense of impatience, annoyance, and admiration.

Voldemort: I must have the boy under my control...at once.

Lucius: We'll have him close to you as possible, my Lord.

Voldemort: You say that, but fail miserably as always, Lucius.

Lucius: I promise I'll succeed.

Voldemort: Promises are not enough...if you fail this time...I'll end you.

Lucius: That's not fair.

Voldemort: Yes it is.

Bellatrix: As much as I love you, my Lord, I agree with Lucius.

Voldemort: No you don't, shut up.

Bellatrix: Well, the boy is not as dumb as we thought he will be. He ends up winning.

Voldemort: Then try outsmarting him.

Dolohov: That's not good enough. He has that brainy Mud-Blood by his side.

Voldemort: Then kill her... or something.

Dolohov: I TRIED! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!

Voldemort: I want you to try harder.

Dolohov: WHY IS IT ALWAYS WHAT YOU WANT?! WHAT ABOUT OUR NEEDS?!

All Death Eaters: Yeah...

Voldemort: Voldemort only cares about Voldemort...deal with it.

Crabbe: You never give us a break.

Dolohov: It's always work, work, and work. I never have time with my family.

Voldemort: I thought you killed your family.

Dolohov: If I hadn't...then I would want to spend time with them. (cries)

Lucius: Seriously, my Lord, we're exhausted..you never let us rest.

Voldemort: Well, excuse me...I never rest. If I let you all take breaks, it wouldn't seem fair for me.

Macnair(e): You should also rest.

Voldemort: I'd be happy to, but the BOY!!

Bellatrix: ENOUGH WITH HIM! It gets disturbing on how you only focus on him.

Voldemort: If he keeps growing stronger, I grow weak!

Bellatrix: You seem healthy to me.

Vodemort: (smiles) You think so. Thanks, it's this new protein shake I recently been drinking. It does the body good.

Bellatrix: Really? Where can I get one of those...I tried to improve myself but I have no luck.

Voldemort: Oh, that used to be me...Honey, let me hook you up...call my nutritionist...here's the number.

Dolohov: So...do we get breaks now?

Voldemort: NO!

Dolohov: Ugh

Crabbe: Can I have this Saturday off?

Voldemort: Why is that?

Crabbe: My wife and I have plans to donate to the starving children in foreign areas.

Voldemort: It doesn't work that way, you don't even care about the starving people...YOU'RE A BLOODY DEATH EATER!

Crabbe: Fine, truthfully, we're going to an "All You Can Eat" buffet...I'm starving.

Voldemort: Of course you are. You may have that day off.

Goyle: If he gets Saturday off, then I want one too!

Voldemort: NO! LISTEN TO ME! I'M THE DARK LORD!

Goyle: Dark? You don't look Black to me.

Voldemort: Damn, you're right...have the day off then.

The rest of the Death Eaters look at Voldemort with pleading eyes. Voldemort exhales harshly and says, "Fine, you all may rest."

END!!