I awoke finally the next day (A/N: Yeah after 6 chapters, oh sorry for interrupting) with a slight headache. "Oooh," I groaned. I shouldn't have that many drinks to pretend being high on butterbeer. Pretend? Oh did I say pretend… I meant intend… Oh you caught me. Yeah pretend. I "pretended" to be a little drunk. Sigh. Its always fun.

I looked to the right expecting to see Belatrix make a comment on my incisive groaning but found her bed empty as if no one had slept there the whole night. Suddenly I remembered why, I smiled at the memory….

Flashback

"I can't believe the way you acted tonight." Belatrix screeched.

"Please, please. It was so easy, I'll tell you my techniques if you want. I mean-," she cut me off. How rude!

"Techniques? Hello, you could've gotten killed!" She screamed with her face so close to mine, I could make out a few wrinkles… hmm is that a mole… oh back on track.

"And your point is…" I said casually as if it were no big deal being threatened by the greatest wizard in the world. Hmm, that is a big deal. Oh well.

"Holy Salazar Slytherin! What to do with you? Oh, just come with me, it's Friday your first day doing the laundry." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room and past the left and right wings of rooms into a separate hallway.

She flicked her wand and one of the doors labeled "Laundry" creaked open. A brief soapy mist spewed from the door.

"Umm, a little creepy but okay." I shrugged and followed Belatrix inside. The room had a washing basin and sink with a clothes line going across the room. There were tubs of detergent and scrubbing brushes..

"Here it is the "Laundry Room"," Belatrix announced.

"Heh. Yeah I kind of realized it with the sign outside the door. Umm, we live in the 21st century. Are you aware of that?" I said facing her with an eyebrow raised. Yeah I finally learned how to do that. Yah!

"Yeah I know, I have a wizarding calendar with the little moving pictures- one of them has Spongebob, he's so cute, the itty bitty- aah I mean yeah, yeah I know what century we're living in."

Still with my eyebrow raised, I can't put it down, I looked around the room again. "Uh huh, yeah so you know now. Then why are we using this," I pointed to the washing basin. "When we can use this." I wave my wand and transformed it into a modern laundry room, with an actual washing machine and dryer.

"Wow! This is amazing!" Belatrix squealed.

With my still eyebrow raised, I think it's stuck, I pointed graciously at the washing machine. "Here try it out."

She squealed again and began loading the machine. I leaned back against the wall and filed my nails. What? I had to do something. So it turns out I didn't have to do the laundry, Ha!

"Umm?" Belatrix stopped, looking confused at the machine.

"What?" I asked almost scratching the nail polish off my finger.

"How much detergent do you put in?"

Hmm. This could be fun. How much should she put in?

"Aaah lets see one cup full of detergent for every item of clothing you put in." I said smirking.

"But isn't that a lot?" she worriedly.

"Uh. Excuse me, who's the one who knows how to work the machine?"

"You are." She admitted.

"Who's the one who brought it here?"

"You are."

"Exactly, so that's how much detergent you put in."

She nodded putting a ridiculous amount of detergent in. She pressed start and stood back to watch the clothes move round and round and round in the cycle.

"Uhh you make sure it doesn't over flow- I mean- that it works properly while I go… somewhere. Seeing as you are mesmerized by the washing machine you properly won't care."

I slowly backed away and the locked the door. Silently laughing. Belatrix forgot her wand upstairs so she couldn't do anything.

10 minutes later

"Help!" I heard pounding on the door as I walked backed to the laundry room. Nobody else was around; most of them had gone to bed. Voldemort put a curfew out. What a dork.

"Help! Somebody! (Gurgle gurgle) The bubbles! (Gurgle gurgle)." I stepped back to admire my creation.

The whole entire hallway was filled with bubbles. Water was flowing out form underneath the door. Sigh. Laundry is so much fun. I turned around calmly. Wait

Something was missing. I flicked my wand again. A little pylon appeared next to sign saying "Wet Floor". Yup, perfect….

End Flashback

Laughing I got dressed and tiptoed outside. It was Saturday and apparently Voldemort doesn't intend to wake up early on weekends. Pfft, no wonder he hasn't gotten far into killing Harry Potter.

Shrugging I began roaming the halls before I knew it I was lost in a maze of halls with closed doors all exactly the same. I continued the hall and saw a brilliantly polished door at the end. This was peculiar, none of the other hallways ended this way. Wonder who's room it is?

And BINGO was his nameo! Yes, Voldemort's room. Enter evil laughter here.

Chuckling I knocked the door and aparated to the end of the hallway out of sight. If you can put it together I bet you've guessed I'm playing Knock and Run. Well technically it's Knock and Apparate, but that's not the point.

The door open instantly, if I hadn't put a silent charm on myself I would've laughed my (blanked out due to inappropriate word, oh what the heck, we're all mature) fucking ass off.

He was dressed in pink sleeping robes with a nightcap reaching his shoulder with a little puff ball thing happening at the end. His "robes" were outlined with pictures of powerpuff girls. Disturbed? Horrified? Neither?

His robes were a little short at the bottom and you could see his fuzzy bunny slippers. Fuzzy! Bunny! Whatever part of his head was filled with rollers. Pfft, don't ask me why. I don't where the hair came from to hold it up.

Seeing as no one was visible in the hallway he closed the door and went back in. I waited a few minutes so he could be perfectly snug in his bed, which I bet has powerpuff girls on it too, so it can be equally annoying to get back up when you were prepared to sleep.

Knock! Knock!

"What!" the door blasted open again with a jet of blue light streaming out. Thankfully I apparated.

He scanned the hallway and seeing once again he couldn't find anything he slammed the door after him as he went back in.

Haahahaha. Ha. Sighing happily I went up to his door and knocked again. His time I didn't apparate.

The door flew off his hinges as Voldemort ripped it open, well more so hung onto the doorknob and pulled like an idiot. I mean does it really take that much strength to open a door? Hmm, maybe my anorexic theory is correct.

"WHO THE HEL-." He stopped as he saw me. "Oh it's you."

"Yeah well I'm glad to see you too." I said mockingly.

"What do you want?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm, I was wondering how to get out of here to the kitchen. I'm a little lost." I said with a fake smile.

"Was that you at my door? BEFORE?"

I looked at him innocently, "When? No I just came now. Do you want me to knock at your door every single morning?"

He stepped back, "Every. Single. Morning. Uh, no it's okay. Here I'll you show you the way out" he began but I, being me and all, stepped inside his room.

"Ahh thinks for inviting me in," I said pointing to the broken door. I gazed around at his room and was nearly blown away. Before I could get a better look I felt a tug at the back of robes and was pulled out into the dim hallway.

"Hey, hey this is genuine fabric." I whined swatting his hand away. "And you might want to consider hand cream."

His eye twitched repeatedly before he began talking again, "Just take the left hallway-."

"Hey how come you get such a cool room?" I complained ignoring him obviously.

"Because I'm the Greatest Wizard of all time, The Dark Lord, and your eternal master."

"Uh huh. So, listen where'd you get the furniture because I need to redecorate my room." I continued.

"You don't get to REDECORATE your room." He stated.

"Why NOT?"

"You don't DESERVE it. You don't see Lucius getting a fancy room, he's been here much more longer than you."

"Well he doesn't deserve anything, but I do. So can I REDECORATE my room?"

"No."

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"How long are we going to do this."

"No."

"I don't know, only long enough so the reviewers don't complain the chapter isn't long." "Yes."

"No."

"Wait what did you just say?"

"Yes."

"I don't know?"

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"Ha you fell for it! I mean thanks for saying yes! Yah! Wait until I tell Belarix."

"That was a cheap trick, I demand a rematch!"

"Do you want to go through that again?" I sneered.

"No," he scowled. "Speaking of Belatrix, where is she?"

"Uh….."

Before he could say anything to my demented expression we heard a banging noise and loud footsteps. A dark shadow loomed over the floor I gulped as I turned to look at……

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No. Not much of a cliffy. Yes six whole pages of sweat and hard work… Okay maybe not.

This chapter was extra long because the last one was very short, and I wont be updating for quite a while because I have other fics to update and projects and exams to deal with. Yet, if I can get enough reviews for this chapter I'll post the next one up. Yes I already have the next chapter planned out, so if you want it, please review.

I know this chapter isn't really all that funny but I haven't been feeling all that much in a humorous mood this week, but I will try, can't promise, that the next one is funny. I really don't want to change the genre.

Oh a little tidbit read my other fic "Harry Potter and he Final Quest" (hint hint, nudge nudge). Well that's all folks.