Warnings: Swearing and mentions of starwars, oh and character death. And slash. Be warned.

Enjoy:

He awoke in a room abound with light, but empty with colored pencils. Uh-oh. This was not good. These pencils were lead pencils.

"What is the world coming to?" Alex muttered, pacing the room angrily. He could not be a mighty and fierce leader with regular lead, gray pencils...What was wrong with Father, doing such a thing.

Suddenly, the door swang open, and two Deatheaters came through the room in an angry huff. They advanced near him arms wide to prevent Alex from running out the room.

"Are you- Are you hear to have your way with me?" Alex whimpered with a horrified look plastered upon his face.

The Deatheaters gave a hearty laugh, "No, Young Master," and he pulled out a box from from his robes, "we have your colored pencils for you!" He handed the package to an excited Alex.

"My Colored pencils!" Alex shouted happily, and greedily opened the box of Crayola Colored pencils. Seconds later, he dropped to the floor clutching his forehead, screaming in rage and agony.

"Young Master!" The Deatheaters were unsure whether to race forward and and attend to the boy. "Is it your scar? Is that it Young Master? Is it your scar?"

Finally the boy calmed down enough, but was still panting and out of breath. He stood from the floor, and looked with a dead face at the two Deatheaters.

"I'm going to ask this once, and only once. Where is the Olive Green?"

The Deatheaters looked at eachother in confusion, "Excuse me"-

"I said once and only once, Mudblood!"

"Young Master, we"-

Once again, the boy dropped to the floor screaming in horrible anger and pain, and the Deatheaters were frozen in helplessness at what to do.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY OLIVE GREEN?" Alex screamed from on the floor.

He got up again, to which the Deatheaters pleaded apology at the missing pencil.

"Okay, I lied, I shall ask you one more time. Where is the Olive Green Pencil?" Alex asked menacinaly.

"Milord, we"-

For the third time, the boy broke down screaming with his hand over his forehead.

"My lord, we promise you we do not know where the olive green pencil is!"

Alex stopped screaming and looked up with a frustrated glare, "Who gives a fuck about the pencil, that was my scar! Help me up fools!"

The Deatheaters scrambled to help him up.

Another Deatheater showed up in the room, "Young master, milord awaits you in the meeting hall."

And so Alex went down into the meeting hall to see nine people tied and bound, and it triggered his memory yet again! Ron, Hermione his wonderful love, Luna, Ginny, Bill, Micheal Corner (How the hell did he get here), Fred, George, and Luke Skywalker.

Oh, and Mr. Peanut from the Planters industry was there too, but he didn't count. He's not real, not like Luke Skywalker.

Oh, and Alex realized he was Harry Potter. Again.

"Harry Potter, since I can not trick you into joining me, I shall force you! And together, our power will be unbeatable!"

"No, not my friends! Kill me! Not them!" Harry yelled heroically, flexing his muscles inconspiciuously for show.

"Harry, think about it! The power we could have! Be rid of your so called friends, and join me!" Lord Voldemort hissed.

"But these are my friends, you're my enemy Voldemort, and evil! I wont! I can't!" Harry yelled.

"Consider it, what we could do"-

"But I love Hermione, and"-

"I have the Olive Green Pencil." Lord Voldemort interrupted.

"Im in." Harry said quickly. "Where's the pencil?"

Voldemort smirked. "In young Malfoy's pants, dear Harry."

And one by one, Harry's friends died, while Harry and Draco had their fun, and Lord Voldemort and Harry rose to power.

But Harry never did get the pencil. Would you like to know why?

End Last Chapter.

Don't ask for a sequel, and don't ask for an update.

That was sabotage my dear friends.

Good day, it was great working with you.