I do not hold myself responsible for writing this piece of senseless time-wasting writing. It's YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR
STUPID FAULT!

*cough*

Have fun and enjoy the ride. No kids under 48 inches, please.

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"DRAMA"
by sida with help of her imagination and a few dr. peppers

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The Death Eaters awaited the Dark Lord's wishes at the bottom of a worn-looking tower. And of course it was
raining because without THAT, you'd hardly have a dramatic scene. And this is what this is. A dramatic scene.
Really.

(cough)

Soon a masked figure identical to almost all the other Death Eaters came forward and whispered into Lucius's ear
something predictably horrendous.

"He told you to... what?" Lucius's voice shook in disbelief.

The masked figure told him again, this time emphasizing some of the words.

Apparently Lucius still could not grasp the reality. He shook his head and called the Death Eaters into a huddle,
which was really pointless because there was no one but Death Eaters there, but that's your normal D.E.
mentality for you. Plus, it adds drama (winkwink).

They muttered in disapproval, but all of them gave in and nodded eventually.

Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed. The rain suddenly became more menacing for some odd reason. Voldemort
stepped out in his red bunny slippers (*SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION FOR "BUNNY SLIPPERS FOR VOLDIE"). Dramatic
chord.

Weeeeeer. (That's the dramatic chord, see?)

He uttered a single word.

"*Well?*" He crossed his arms impatiently and pursed his lips.

The Death Eaters lined up before him and opened their mouths in unison.

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts (coconuts),
there they are, standing in a row (in a row).
Big ones, small ones, some the size of your *head*."

The effect was terrifying. What would *you* think if the most feared group of wizards came at you singing
a song from a Disney movie?

Now the lines began to break up into a formation and they began- horror of horrors- began to- *dance*.

After the song and dance was over, Lucius walked up to Voldemort and kneeled.

"While this is all very- fun... and enlightening, lord..."

He coughed.

"What I mean to say is-"

"Yes, Lucius?" Voldemort leaned down until he looked Lucius straight in the face. The thunder boomed, just
to be dramatic.

"Could we sing the... other song?" He gulped.

"Well *why didn't you say so in the first place*?" Voldemort laughed as pleasantly as he could. He clapped his
hands twice quickly as if to turn a clapper lamp on.

"The... *other* song..." he commanded- dramatically.

"You can't mean-" shouted a random death eater.

"I do."

"Very well... it will be hard though," muttered another.

They all took a deep breath and got into formation.

They launched into a version of a Backstreet Boys song, complete with the dramatic thunder.

It was a terrifying sight to behold.