Omake for "Circumstances" ( story id = 6672486)

Omake 1:

A/N: In this fic, Harry acts an awful lot like a certain psych Dark Lord.

Lord Nott was unimpressed looking at the puffed-up skinny teen. "Really? And who are you Potter to dictate terms to family Lords conducting Family business. Miss Greegrass is not your betrothed. She is contracted into honorable marriage to-"

"Do not call me by that disgusting name! I. AM. LORD. POTTER-BLACK! Crucio! Crucio! I shall feed you to my owl perhaps? Hedwig will dine on your worthless corpse. Crucio! Avada Kedavra! Do You hear that, Hedwig? Squawk! Preck! Hoot!


Omake 2:

A/N: The only thins that keeps Ron from becoming a Dark Lord is... well... attention span. There's only so much he can keep in his little brain besides food.

Seamus was sitting happily at the Gryffindor table, eating his breakfast surrounded by his house mates. "A joke, you say? Aye, I've got one. A priest, a nun and a centaur walk into a bar..." He can already see the grins on his house mates. Nuns and centaurs make for the dirtiest jokes. He reaches over to Ron's plate and snags some bacon and a kipper. "Thanks for the bacon my good friend. Anyway, the priest turns to the-"

At first Ron was shocked into silence, his face growing redder and redder until it finally turned puce, the blush coming up to the tips of his ears as it always does in HP-fanfic. Instantly his hand extended into a claw, and an arc of power that only Sith Lords and hungry Weasleys can call up at will. The vast Dark Side energies blasted Seamus into various pieces of repentant Irishman.

"My Breakkies! You stole MY Breakkies. Bacon and kippers form MY plate! Scabbers, come! My precious will feast on Irish stew this very day! Come my sweet twitchy bald fat and lazy rat. Squeak! Squeak! Damn! No rat, Potter chased it off. Pig! Faithful feather-duster of the air! Swallow this Finnian Thief! Hoot! Hoot! Stop flying into the chandelier and swallow him whole. Or at least peck on his pecker. Damn Irish bastard doesn't deserve to bugger anyone after poking my pork! Crucio! Crucio! Cru- Oi, pass those pancakes mate. "