Voldie gets a doll
After the Cookie Incident as it was later known as, Voldemort thought he was safe. Surely his crazy minion had the capacity to leave him alone. She had caught him with his pants down. But not anymore. He was prepared for anything. Well, almost anything.
This morning had found the Dark Lord sleeping in, unconsciously missing his exchange with Jim. It's not like he had become sentimental or anything. He usually got his weather report from Jim. But today the wizard slept. And lucky for him, because he was going to need his energy.
At nine Voldemort decided to grace his Death Eaters with his presence for breakfast. There were only four at the table, Lucius and Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, and the unnamed bane of Voldemort's existence.
"Mornin'." Snape nodded over his cup. Voldemort nodded in return and walked over to the cupboard. He had a strange craving for hot chocolate. Opening the cupboard that hadn't actually been used in 20 years or so, he nearly had a heart attack. Staring at him was a Harry Potter doll. Its green eyes twinkled at him.
"Ah, that's where I put it!" The only girl in the house got up and handed the doll to her master. She smiled brightly and walked out of the kitchen. There was an awkward silence that hung tensely in the air.
"Sir…" Draco trailed off, forgetting his last thought as the Dark Lord viciously ripped the head off of the Harry Potter doll. He stormed out of the room, presumably to maim his minion, and left a trail of stuffing behind him.
"Looks like she got moved up on that list, then." Snape drawled as he downed the last hot chocolate in the house.