A/N: This is the longest chapter yet! A number of special Death Eaters that appear in HBP appear in this chapter so keep a look out!

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He Who Must Not Be Poked

And the

Dream Eaters

Chapter 7: The Death Eaters' New Jobs

Voldemort had summoned his Death Eaters for a very important meeting that Sunday night in Malfoy Manor. The Death Eaters took their regular positions in the dining room and fell silent as Voldemort entered the room. "I have called you all for an important announcement," stated Voldemort. Everyone bowed down at him in understanding. "The Order has apparently been successful due to the recruiting of people in the work industry. It is now time for you, my friends, to take up jobs," said Voldemort. A number of whispers filled the room. Nott had stood up and begged Voldemort for his attention.

"My lord, why must we relinquish the jobs we now have?" asked Nott. Voldemort glared at him in annoyance.

"I HAVE NOT FINISHED SPEAKING NOTT! CRUCIO!" screamed Voldemort. Nott screamed with pain, until Voldemort lifted the curse.

"As I was saying, before Nott interrupted, we will need to take up jobs in order to recruit more members to the Death Eaters. Yaxley has already recruited a number of members have you not?" asked Voldemort. Everyone turned to Yaxley, who nodded and indicated the new members on the left of him.

"My lord, I have recruited Alecto Carrow, as well as her brother, Amycus," said Yaxley, indicating the squat and stocky people next to him.

"We are pleasured to be part of the Death Eaters my lord," they both mumbled. Voldemort nodded and let Yaxley continue.

"Next to them, are Thorfinn Rowle, and then Selwyn and finally next to him is none other, than the famous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback," said Yaxley. Rowle and Selwyn bowed to Voldemort when their names were called.

"We are proud to be inducted to the Death Eaters my lord," thanked Rowle. Greyback snorted at him.

"Jealous, Greyback, that you have not been branded with the Dark Mark yet?" sniggered Selwyn. Greyback snarled at him with his eyes glaring at him.

"No Selwyn, I laughed because Rowle was sucking up to the dark lord," growled Greyback. Suddenly, Rowle did the unthinkable. He leapt from his seat and grabbed Greyback to the floor. Rowle raised his hand in the air, and with tremendous force, he slapped Greyback. Everyone in the room had sat in their seats with shock.

"BITCH FIGHT!" yelled Lucius. Greyback attempted to retaliate by scratching Rowle's face with his claws.

"Argh!" screamed Rowle in pain. Greyback laughed at him. Rowle had just remembered he was a wizard, but as he whipped his wand out from his robes, Greyback had sunk his teeth in Rowle's wand hand. "Holy crap Greyback! Have you gone bonkers?" moaned Rowle, as blood flowed down from his hand and onto the Axminister carpet. None of the other Death Eaters had tried cease the fight, but Snape being the party-pooper he is, waved his wand to separate the two apart.

"Severus! Release me!" demanded Greyback as he bared his jaws at him.

"I'm very sorry Greyback, but I'm sorely mistaken if Lucius wants to remove the blood from his carpet later on," replied Snape. Greyback thought about it for a moment. He deeply respected Lucius, and he took his seat again after a minute. Snape had managed to heal Rowle's wounds in a second, and told him to take another seat, away from Greyback.

"As I was saying, you will all be assigned jobs that will suit your needs and you will work with Death Eater co-workers," said Voldemort. He waited to see if any Death Eaters dared to interrupt him.

"Only a number of you can work, seeing as most of us here are convicted criminals," continued Voldemort.

"Those who are eligible to work are: Avery, Alecto, Amycus, Crabbe, Goyle, Jugson, Nott, Rowle, Selwyn and Yaxley. You are those people don't have a job or aren't convicted," announced Voldemort.

"This should be interesting," smirked Snape.

"Welcome to Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop! How may I help you?" Avery, Alecto and Amycus were working in Scrivenshaft's in Diagon Alley. Avery was working as a shelf stacker, Alecto was the counter-woman and Amycus was a shop assistant. Amycus was greeting a Wizarding family that was surprised to see a short man in magenta robes.

"Yes, we need a new stock refill on ink bottles and several new quills. May I ask which ones are the best quality?" asked the father of the family. Amycus was perhaps too enthusiastic with her work. His sister, Alecto, smacked her forehead with palm of his hand. While Amycus lead the family to a shelf filled with quills and ink, Avery had stumbled into the room with an enormous box of parchment scrolls.

"For goodness sakes, Avery! Use Wingardium Leviosa!" muttered Alecto, as she swished his wand at the boxes. Avery turned red and went back behind to fetch more items.

"Now I would recommend these quills, as the ends don't wear after repeated use, and those inks appear clearer than traditional black ink…" exclaimed Amycus. Alecto muttered swears at her brother as she aimed her wand at the father.

"Imperio," whispered Alecto. The father's eyes appeared unfocused, then reverted back to normal state. He raised his hand to stop Amycus talking.

"Yes, I will join the dark lord," said the father in a monotone. Amycus looked surprised at his random statement.

"Umm…okay then!"

Miles away from Scrivenshaft's, Crabbe, Goyle and Yaxley were working in Gladrags Wizardwear in Hogsmeade.

"What does sisse mean?" asked Crabbe. Goyle frowned at him.

"Its sizzy, Crabbe," said Goyle.

"IT'S 'SIZE' YOU IMBECILES!" screamed Yaxley. Alarmed Hogwarts students stared at them briefly, before leaving the store in a hurry. Yaxley sighed. Out of all the Death Eaters, he had to work with the most dumbest of them all. He wondered what their sons would be like. To answer his question, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle had stumbled into the store half an hour later.

"OMG Dad! Like, what the heck are you doing here?" asked Crabbe. Yaxley stared at him. Crabbe Jnr. was wearing baggy jeans and a large black jumper with the words 'Hogwarts Roks Ur Wurld!". Goyle Jnr. was wearing exactly the same clothes and if he didn't know it, Yaxley could swear that they were twins.

"What are you doing here dad? Trying to get shimmy with the kids?" asked Goyle. Yaxley almost felt like vomiting. Shimmy? What kind of lingo do the kids use these days? If Yaxley had to suffer any more, he would have to kill himself.

Not too far way, Jugson and Nott were volunteering at Three Broomsticks. Nott was staring at the attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta.

"Do you think I should go over to her?" asked Nott.

"For Merlin's sake Nott! You have a wife and son!" exclaimed Jugson. Nott gasped at him.

"You speak!" stuttered Nott.

"Yeah! I've been quiet in the meetings because I know not to say anything to upset the dark lord," said Jugson, as he drank his butterbeer. Nott nodded in understanding, and looked out for any Hogwarts students who wished to order drinks. Shockingly, Harry Potter and his Weasley and ugly Mudblood friend, strode up to the counter. Harry did not recognize Nott from the graveyard, and guessed correctly that he was a volunteer.

"Three Butterbeers please," said Harry. Nott anxiously knocked over a cluster of Ogden's Old Firewhisky as he tried to grab the bottles of butterbeer.

"That'll be 12 sickles each," said Nott. Harry paid his money and left the counter with Ron and Hermione.

"Nice," said Jugson sarcastically. Nott blushed scarlet.

Back in Diagon Alley, Rowle and Selwyn were working with Goblins in Gringotts.

"No, no! Galleons are bigger than Knuts!" snapped Griphook. Rowle sheepishly took the Knuts off his scale and replaced them with Galleons. Selwyn was apparently pleased with himself that he could remember all of the values of the currency properly.

"Big no! Seventeen Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle!" shrieked Griphook. Rowle was tempted to punch Griphook in the face, but he knew better. His job at Gringotts was to place the imperious curse on those people withdrawing coins from their vaults. So far, he had managed to place the curse, on 2 people, not including the dozens of goblins he accidently aimed at.

At the end of the day, everyone apparated back at Malfoy Manor, where they discussed their progress with He Who Made the Death Eaters Take Jobs.

"Excellent, Death Eaters!" exclaimed Voldemort. "With the progress that we have achieved, we may finally bring the Order and Harry Potter down!"

Everyone cheered in applause for him. Those who couldn't take jobs were smirking at everyone, knowing that with the groups that they were in, would've worked terribly. Rowle, Yaxley, Avery and Alecto strode up to Voldemort and demanded his attention.

"Yes?" asked Voldemort.

"WE CAN'T STAND THE #$&%ING GROUPS WE'RE IN!" they all screamed.