Disclaimer: If you don't know fan fic when you see it, you deserve the agony of suing my penniless hide. That means you, Jo Rowling, and especially Warner Bros.

Rating: In my mind, K+ means PG 13. I could be wrong.

Note: Consider this story a series of one-shots. The overarching story should evolve in your mind.

Section VII:

Severus Snape handed Bellatrix Lestrange a ridiculously large and ancient tome.

"Hogwarts automatic student register as promised."

"Oh the fun times I will have, Snapey!"

"Do try and restrain yourself and only kill the mudbloods."

"For a Death Eater, you're an awful joykill."

"You know it is the Dark Lord who sets your limits."

"I can't believe he only wants me to attack ten."

"He is much too fond of Hogwarts to cause it to close down."

"Perhaps he means to only kill ten…"

"Your torture victims are as good as dead, and he knows that."

"I'll return it when I'm done."

"I suppose it will be covered with blood."

"Impervious. Bye bye now Dearie."

"God I hate her baby talk."

"Ah good, you three are coming with me!"

"Where to, Madame Lestrange?"

"We're off to kill the muggles, the muggles!"

"Apparation coordinates, please—there are so many, after all."

"Milton-upon-the-Downs"

Colin Creevy blinked in shock as four people appeared out of thin air in his yard.